And most ignobly fought to get
The honour of his blood and sweat,)
Seeing the coast was free and clear
O’ th’ conquer’d and the conqueror,
Took heart again, and fac’d about, 35
As if they meant to stand it out: 
For by this time the routed Bear,
Attack’d by th’ enemy i’ th’ rear,
Finding their number grew too great
For him to make a safe retreat, 40
Like a bold chieftain, fac’d about;
But wisely doubting to hold out,
Gave way to Fortune, and with haste
Fac’d the proud foe, and fled, and fac’d;
Retiring still, until he found 45
H’ had got the advantage of the ground;
And then as valiantly made head
To check the foe, and forthwith fled;
Leaving no art untry’d, nor trick
Of warrior stout and politick, 50
Until, in spite of hot pursuit,
He gain’d a pass to hold dispute
On better terms, and stop the course
Of the proud foe.  With all his force
He bravely charg’d, and for a while 55
Forc’d their whole body to recoil;
But still their numbers so increas’d,
He found himself at length oppress’d,
And all evasions, so uncertain,
To save himself for better fortune, 60
That he resolv’d, rather than yield,
To die with honour in the field,
And sell his hide and carcase at
A price as high and desperate
As e’er he could.  This resolution 65
He forthwith put in execution,
And bravely threw himself among
The enemy i’ th’ greatest throng. 
But what cou’d single valour do
Against so numerous a foe? 70
Yet much he did indeed, too much
To be believ’d, where th’ odds were such. 
But one against a multitude
Is more than mortal can make good. 
For while one party he oppos’d, 75
His rear was suddenly inclos’d;
And no room left him for retreat,
Or fight against a foe so great. 
For now the mastives, charging home,
To blows and handy gripes were come:  80
While manfully himself he bore,
And setting his right-foot before,
He rais’d himself, to shew how tall
His person was above them all. 
This equal shame and envy stirr’d 85
In th’ enemy, that one should beard
So many warriors, and so stout,
As he had done, and stav’d it out,
Disdaining to lay down his arms,
And yield on honourable terms. 90
Enraged thus, some in the rear
Attack’d him, and some ev’ry where,
Till down he fell; yet falling fought,
And, being down, still laid about;
As WIDDRINGTON, in doleful dumps, 95
Is said to light upon his stumps.