XCIII.

Strongbow was like a new-tuned harpsichord; But Longbow wild as an Æolian harp, With which the Winds of heaven can claim accord, And make a music, whether flat or sharp. Of Strongbow's talk you would not change a word: At Longbow's phrases you might sometimes carp: Both wits--one born so, and the other bred-- This by his heart--his rival by his head.