Robert Browning,
Ned Bratts
(1879)
“ Soon I had met in the valley and tried my cudgel's strength On the enemy horned and winged, a-straddle across its length! Have at his horns, thwick — thwack: they snap, see! Hoof and hoof — Bang, break the fetlock-bones! For love's sake, keep aloof Angels! I'm man and match, — this cudgel for my flail, — To thresh him, hoofs and horns, bat's wing and serpent's tail! ”
