Bold Sir George, St. George did the dragon. 
Nor engine, nor device polemic, 31 5
Disease, nor doctor epidemic,
Tho’ stor’d with deletory med’cines,
(Which whosoever took is dead since,)
E’er sent so vast a colony
To both the underworlds as he:  320
For he was of that noble trade
That demi-gods and heroes made,
Slaughter and knocking on the head;. 
The trade to which they all were bred;
And is, like others, glorious when 325
’Tis great and large, but base if mean. 
The former rides in triumph for it;
The latter in a two-wheel’d chariot
For daring to profane a thing
So sacred with vile bungling. 330

Next these the brave Magnano came;
Magnano, great in martial fame. 
Yet when with ORSIN he wag’d fight,
’Tis sung, he got but little by’t. 
Yet he was fierce as forest boar, 335
Whose spoils upon his back he wore,
As thick as Ajax’ seven-fold shield,
Which o’er his brazen arms he held: 
But brass was feeble to resist
The fury of his armed fist:  340
Nor cou’d the hardest ir’n hold out
Against his blows, but they wou’d through’t.

In magic he was deeply read
As he that made the brazen head;
Profoundly skill’d in the black art; 345
As English Merlin for his heart;
But far more skilful in the spheres
Than he was at the sieve and shears. 
He cou’d transform himself in colour
As like the devil as a collier; 350
As like as hypocrites in show
Are to true saints, or crow to crow.

Of warlike engines he was author,
Devis’d for quick dispatch of slaughter: 
The cannon, blunderbuss, and saker, 355
He was th’ inventor of, and maker: 
The trumpet, and the kettle-drum,
Did both from his invention come. 
He was the first that e’er did teach
To make, and how to stop, a breach. 360
A lance he bore with iron pike;
Th’ one half wou’d thrust, the other strike;
And when their forces he had join’d,
He scorn’d to turn his parts behind.

He TRULLA lov’d; TRULLA, more bright 365
Than burnish’d armour of her Knight: 
A bold virago, stout and tall,
As Joan of France, or English Mall. 
Thro’ perils both of wind and limb,
Thro’ thick and thin, she follow’d him, 370
In ev’ry adventure h’ undertook,
And never him or it forsook. 
At breach of wall, or hedge surprize,
She shar’d i’ th’ hazard and the prize: 
At beating quarters up, or forage, 375
Behav’d herself with matchless courage;
And laid about in fight more busily
Than the Amazonian dame Penthesile.