Chapter CVI

That fort on the rocks (when repaired from the knocks
Received in Sir Roderick’s fighting)
Made a snug little box, where, like true fighting-cocks,
They live, at the hour I am writing.

CVIII.

Fowle’s deeds are well known--not in _that_ land alone,
But, where’er tales of valour hearts quicken,
Men exclaim in loud tone to this day, “We must own
Such or such man’s ‘_as game as a chicken_.’”