A R G U M E N T. Regner Ladbrog, @3a King of one of the Northern Nations, being mortally stung by a Viper, before the Venom had reach'd his Vitals, broke out into the following Verses.@1 I. YES—'tis decreed my Sword no more Shall smoke and blush with hostile Gore; To my great Father's Feasts I go, Where luscious Wines for ever flow, Which from the hollow Sculls we drain, Of Kings in furious Combat slain. II. Death, to the Brave a blest Resort, Brings us to awful @3Odin@1's Court; Where with old Warriors mix'd we dwell, Recount our Wounds, our Triumphs tell; Me, will they own as bold a Guest, As e'er in Battle bar'd my Breast. |