Strongbow was like a new-tuned harpsichord;
But Longbow wild as an Aeolian harp,
With which the Winds of heaven can claim accord,
And make a music, whether flat or sharp.
Of Strongbow’s talk you would not change a word:
At Longbow’s phrases you might sometimes carp:
Both wits—one born so, and the other bred—
This by his heart—his rival by his head.