And now Whittington advanced, 'midst armour antique and the powers Magog and Gog, and with his rod enchanting touched the head of every frog, long mute and thunderstruck, at which, in universal chorus and salute, they sung blithe jocund, and amain advanced rebellious 'gainst my troop.
While Sphinx, though great, gigantic, seemed instinctive base and cowardly, and at the sight of storming gingerbread, and powers, Magog and Gog, and Quixote, all against her, started fierce, o'erturning boat, balloons, and all; loud roared the bulls, hideous, and the crash of wheels, and chaos of confusion drear, resounded far from earth to heaven.

And still more fierce in charge the great Lord Whittington, from poke of ermine his famed Grimalkin took.

She screamed, and harsh attacked my bulls confounded; lightning-like she darted, and from half the troop their eyes devouring tore.

Nor could the riders, crickets throned sublime, escape from rage, from fury less averse than cannons murder o'er the stormy sea.

The great Mowmowsky roared amain and plunged in anguish, shunning every dart of fire-eyed fierce Grimalkin.