And yet they fain would Fight; they came so near, Methought they meant into each other’s Ear To whisper Wounds; and when they could not rise, They lay and lookt Blows int’ each others Eyes, But now the Tragic Part! after this fit, When_ Norfolk _Cock had got the best of it, And_ Wisbich _lay a Dying, so that none, Tho’ sober but might venture Seven to One; Contracting, like a dying, Taper all His strength, intending with the Blow to fall: He struggles up, and having taken Wind, Ventures a Blow, and strikes the other blind. And now poor_ Norfolk _having lost his Eyes, Fights only guided by Antapathies: With him_ (Alas!) _the Proverb holds not true; The blows his Eyes ne’er saw his Heart must rue. At length by chance he stumbled on his foe, Not having any power to strike a blow, He falls upon him with his wounded Head, And makes his Conqueror’s wings his Feather-bed: Where lying sick his Friends were very Charie Of him, and fetcht in hast Apothecary; But all in vain his Body did so blister, That ’twas uncapable of any Clister; Wherefore at length opening his fainting Bill He call’d a Scriv’ner and thus made his Will._ Inprimis_, Let it never be forgot, My Body freely I bequeath to th’ Pot, Decently to be boil’d, and for its Tomb Let it be buried in some hungry Womb_. Item. _Executors I will have none, But he that on my side laid Seven to One: And like a Gentleman that he may live, To him and to his Heirs my Comb I give, Together with my Brains, that all may know, That oftentimes his Brains did use to crow_. Item. _It is my will to th’ weaker Ones Whose Wives complain of them, I give my Stones; To him that’s dull I do my Spurs impart; And to the Coward I bequeath my Heart: To Ladies that are Light it is my will, My Feathers should be given; and for my Bill I’d giv’t a Taylor but it is so short, That I’m afraid he’ll rather curse me for’t: And for the Apothecaries fee who meant To give me a Clister, let my Rump be sent_. Lastly, _because I feel my Life decay, I yield and give to_ Wisbich _Cock the day._ A Copy of Verses Writ upon a COCK-MATCH. By a Lover of the _Royal Sport_.