XXII

  With the same downright stroke, he overbore

  The horse and rider, bleeding in the dust;

  The heads of others from their shoulders bore,

  And parted from the hips the bleeding bust.

  He often at a blow cleft five and more;

  And — but I doubt who hears me might distrust

  What of a seeming falsehood bears the impress —

  I would say more; but I parforce say less.

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