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Their lances spent, one, bolder than the rest,
With his broad sword provok'd the sluggish beaft:
Her oily fide devours both blade and heft :
And there his steel the bold BERMUDAN left.
Courage the rest from his example take,
And now they change the color of the lake :
Blood flows in rivers from her wounded side,
As if they would prevent the tardy tide;
And raise the flood to that propitious height,
As might convey her from this fatal freight :
She swims in blood, and blood does spouting throw
To heav'n, that heav'n mens cruelties might know.
Their fixed javelins in her side she wears,
And on her back à grove of pikes appears :
You would have thought, had you the monster seen
Thus dreft, she had another island been.
Roaring the tears the air with such a noife,
As well resembled the conspiring voice
Of routed armies, when the field is won ;
To reach the ears of her efcaped son.
He, tho' a league removed from the foe,
Hastes to her aid: the * pious TROJAN so,
Neglecting for CREU SA's life his own,
Repeats the danger of the burning town.
The men amazed blush to fee the feed
Of monsters human piety exceed.

this kindness what the GRECIANS fung,
That Love's bright mother from the ocean sprung.
Their courage droops, and hopeless now they wish
For composition with th' unconquer'd fish:
So the their weapons would restore again,
Thro' rocks they'd hew her paffage to the Main.


* Æneas.

But, how instructed in each other's mind,
Or what commerce can men with monsters find?
Not daring to approach their wounded foe,
Whom her couragious son protected fo;
They charge their musquets, and with hot defire
Of fell revenge, renew the fight with fire:
Standing aloof, with lead they bruise the scales,
And tear the flesh, of the incensed whales.
But no success their fierce endeavours found,
Nor this way could they give one fatal wound.
Now to their Fort they are about to send,
For the loud engines which their isle defend :
But what those Pieces, fram'd to batter walls,
Would have effected on those mighty whales,
Great NEPTUNE will not have us know; who sends
A tide so high, that it relieves his friends.
And thus they parted with exchange of harms;
Much blood the monsters loft, and they their arms.



EACE, babling !

I dare not fing what you indite ;

Her eyes refuse
To read the passion which they write:
She strikes my, lute, but, if it found,
Threatens to hurl it on the ground:
And I no less her anger dread,
Than the poor wretch that feigns him dead,
While some fierce lion does embrace
His breathless corps, and lick his face;


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NGER, in hafty words, or blows,

It self discharges on our foes:
And sorrow too finds some relief
In tears, which wait upon our grief :
So, ev'ry passion, but fond love,
Unto its own redress does move :
But that alone the wretch inclines
To what prevents his own designs ;
Makes him lament, and figh, and weep,
Disorder'd, tremble, fawn and creep;
Postures which render him despis’d,
Where he endeavours to be priz'd.
For women, (born to be contrould,)
Stoop to the forward, and the bold :
Affect the haughty, and the proud,
The gay, the frolick, and the loud.
Who first the gen'rous fteed opprest,
Not kneeling did falute the beast;
But with high courage, life, and force,
Approaching, tam'd th’unruly horse.

Unwisely we the wiser eaft
Pity, supposing them oppreft
With tyrant's force, whose law is will,
By which they govern, spoil and kill:
Each nymph, but moderately fair,
Commands with no less rigor here.


Should some brave TURK, that walks among
His twenty lasses, bright and young;
And beckons to the willing dame,
Prefer'd to quench his present flame ;
Behold as many Gallants here,
With modest guise, and filent fear,
All to one female idol bend:
While her high pride does scarce descend
To mark their follies; he would swear
That these her guard of eunuchs were:
And that a more majestick Queen,
Or humbler slaves, he had not seen.

All this with indignation spoke,
In vain I struggled with the yoke
Of mighty LOVE: that conqu’ring look,
When next beheld, like lightning strook
My blasted soul; and made me bow,
Lower than those I pity'd now.

So the tall stag, upon the brink
Of some smooth stream about to drink,
Surveying there his armed head,
With shame remembers that he fled
The scorned dogs; resolves to try
The combat next : but if their cry
Invades again his trembling ear,
He strait resumes his wonted care;
Leaves the untaked spring behind,
And, wing'd with fear, out-fies the wind.



HYLLIS! why fhould we delay

Pleasures shorter than the day?
Could we (which we never can!)
Stretch our Lives beyond their span;
Beauty like a shadow flies,
And our youth before us dies.
Or would youth, and beauty, ftay,
Love hath wings, and will away.
Love hath fwifter wings, than TIME :
Change in love to heav'n does climb;
Gods, that never change their state,
Vary oft their love and hate.

PHYLLIS! to this truth we owe
Al the love betwixt us two:
Let not you and I inquire,
What has been our past defire:
On what shepherds you have {mild,
Or what nymphs I have beguild :
Leave it to the Planets too,
What we shall hereafter do:
For the joys we now may prove,
Take advice of present love.

To my Lord of FALKLAND.


Rave HOLLAND leads, and with him FALKLAND

goes. Who hears this told, and does not strait suppose


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