The KNIGHT his tender son's distressful stour
Perceiving, swift to his assistance flew:
Ne vainly stay'd to deprecate that pow'r,
Which from submission aye more haughty grew.
For that proud GIANT'S force he wisely knew,
Not to be meanly dreaded, nor defy'd
With rash presumption; and with courage true,
Rather than step from Virtue's paths aside,
Oft had he singly scorn'd his all-dismaying pride.