THE EXACT EFFIGIES OF A Monstrous Tartar TAKEN IN HUNGARY By the Valour of the Noble COUNT SERINI.  
February, 1664  
 
BLess us! what have we here! what Prodigy  
Is this that is presented to my eye?  
Such Monstrous shape & form, we may inquir●  
Whether or Man or Horse he had to Sire  
Like those misshapen things called Centaurs, who  
The Poets feigned were Men and Horses too.  
Monster of Nature, wonder of our Age,  
Sure Mandevil in all his Pilgrimage  
Near saw thy Like, nor yet have we ere read  
That fruitful Africa such a Monster bred:  
Who dares encounter with thy mighty Force  
That 'gainst thy Foe doth bring both man and Horse?  
Hadst thou been here when Rebel Rump bore sway,  
Thou mightst of them have had a Troopers pay,  
For when the Devil no longer for them stood,  
The Devil's Picture might have done them good,  
And frighted Lambert with that Look of thine,  
The Devil should come for him before his time,  
And Warreston that much man of might  
Had run away from such a dreadful Sight.  
But see that Champion of Christendom,  
Serini, how he makes the Monster run;  
Tartars, nor Turks, nay Devils don't inherit  
Valour enough to daunt so brave a Spirit;  
He like to Caesar Conquers where he comes,  
And by his Valour Monsters from him runs.  
His single Sword doth make whole Troops to fly,  
And by his hand Thousands of Pagans die.  
Not those feigned Hero's whom the times of Old  
Have in Fame's Golden Legend so enroled,  
For matchless Valour; all their feigned Story  
Comes short of Noble Count Serini's Glory.  
Go on brave Soul, and Prosper in thy way,  
Make Turks to Tremble, Monsters Thee Obey;  
Till thou as many of the Turks hast Slain  
As ever did that Scythian Tamburlaine;  
And that they from thy Name do run with dread,  
As once they did from Noble Scanderbag:  
Let Victory attend upon thy Name,  
And live triumphant in the Book of Fame.   

London, Printed for W. Gilbertson at the B 〈…〉 〈◊〉 reet; and H. Marsh at the Prince's Arms in Chancery Lane, 1664.