The Grecian curl'd and knotty pates Are driv'n behind their shabby gates. Hector comes on in furious haste, Their mangey sides and ribs to baste; But on a sudden as he goes, Finds a small ditch across his nose; On which Polydamas roars out, Though carts and horses cannot do't, On foot we'll quickly rumble through't; For though what horses we have got Can leap, we're sure the carts cannot. This counsel, though it did not cost A single tester, was not lost; Both cut and long-tail, black and grey, With all their carts they sent away; Then fell by th' ears, when to their view Appear'd a long-legg'd heron-sue That sh— an eel: at this dread sight Polydamas, in woeful fright, Comes to his brother Hector puffing, And begg'd him to give over cuffing. Hector, resolv'd to make 'em feel, Damn'd both the heron-sue and eel; And since he's got so far, he swears He'll pull their wall about their ears. Sarpedon too made dismal rout, And threw their hedging-stakes about; Pulling them from the wall so fast, He made a swingeing gap at last. Then Hector takes him up a stone, Such as our miles are mark'd upon, Or rather less: with this he batters Their gates, and breaks them all to shatters; Then rushing forward dusts their coats, And drives them all on board their boats.