LXXVII.

This valiant man killed all the Turks he met,

But could not eat them, being in his turn

Slain by some Mussulmans,[455] who would not yet,

Without resistance, see their city burn.

The walls were won, but 't was an even bet

Which of the armies would have cause to mourn:

'T was blow for blow, disputing inch by inch,

For one would not retreat, nor 't other flinch.

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