The morrow came, and from her rocky highths,
Precipitant, whole Cambria pours; for strait
In ev'ry ear the novel tale was rife —
Nor wonder, for the Ass, his solemn wont
Relax'd, nor mindful of his late slow pace,
The mountain climbs more wanton than the kid:
Thence with sonorous din from rusty throat,
(The Cambrian Herald simulating,) thrice
Thee, TAFFY, bray'd; thrice told the public joy.
Nor less the Owl; (from that great Aera term'd
) for through her towns,
And utmost limits wand'ring wild that night,
She scratch'd the windows with her ominous beak,
Grating harsh dissonance, and sung in shrieks
The instant fate of Mouse. The lab'ring rocks
Bring forth, and Pembroke's, and Mervinia's sons
In swarms condens'd rush down; and whom the walls
Of Bonium hold, and Maridunum fam'd
For their prophetic bard, MERLIN; and whom
Fruitful Glamorgan feeds, and he that drinks
Of Vaga's stream, with the rough hardy clown
Montgomery manures. — Then TAFFY, 'midst
The crowded ring, his raging prey insults.