Here you will find the Poem The Battle Between The Rats And The Weazles of poet Anne Kingsmill Finch
In dire Contest the Rats and Weazles met, And Foot to Foot, and Point to Point was set: An ancient Quarrel had such Hatred wrought, That for Revenge, as for Renown, they fought. Now bloody was the Day, and hard the Strife, Wherein bold Warriors lost neglected Life; But as, some Errors still we must commit, Nor Valour always ballanc'd is by Wit; Among the Rats some Officers appear'd, With lofty Plumage on their Foreheads rear'd, Unthinking they, and ruin'd by their Pride: For when the Weazles prov'd the stronger Side, A gen'ral Rout befell, and a Retreat, Was by the Vanquish'd now implor'd of Fate; To slender Crannies all repair'd in haste, Where easily the undress'd Vulgar past: But when the Rats of Figure wou'd have fled, So wide those branching Marks of Honour spread, The Feather in the Cap was fatal to the Head.
