Their lances spent, one, bolder than the reft,
With his broad fword provok'd the fluggish beaft:
Her oily fide devours both blade and heft:
And there his fteel the bold BERMUDAN left.
Courage the reft from his example take,
And now they change the color of the lake:
'Blood flows in rivers from her wounded fide,
As if they would prevent the tardy tide;
And raise the flood to that propitious height,
As might convey her from this fatal streight:
She swims in blood, and blood does spouting throw
To heav'n, that heav'n mens cruelties might know.
Their fixed javelins in her fide she wears,
And on her back a grove of pikes appears:
You would have thought, had you the monster seen
Thus dreft, fhe had another island been.
Roaring the tears the air with fuch a noîfe,
As well resembled the confpiring voice
Of routed armies, when the field is won;
To reach the ears of her escaped fon.
He, tho' a league removed from the foe,
Haftes to her aid: the pious TROJAN fo,
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.
Well proves this kindness what the GRECIANS fung, That Love's bright mother from the ocean sprung. Their courage droops, and hopeless now they wish For compofition with th' unconquer'd fish:
So the their weapons would restore again,
Thro' rocks they'd hew her paffage to the Main. *Eneas.
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 fon protected fo;
They charge their mufquets, 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 fuccefs their fierce endeavours found,
Nor this way could they give one fatal wound.
Now to their Fort they are about to fend,
For the loud engines which their ifle defend:
But what thofe Pieces, fram'd to batter walls,
Would have effected on those mighty whales,
Great NEPTUNE will not have us know; who fends
A tide fo high, that it relieves his friends.
And thus they parted with exchange of harms;
Much blood the monsters loft, and they their arms.
I dare not fing what you indite;
Her eyes refuse
To read the paffion which they write:
She ftrikes my, lute, but, if it found,
Threatens to hurl it on the ground:
And I no lefs her anger dread,
Than the poor wretch that feigns him dead,
While fome fierce lion does embrace
His breathless corps, and lick his face;
Wrap'd up in filent fear he lies,
Torn all in pieces if he cries.
NGER, in hafty words, or blows,
It self discharges on our fees:
And forrow too finds fome relief
In tears, which wait upon our grief:
So, ev'ry paffion, 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;
Poftures which render him defpis'd,
Where he endeavours to be priz'd.
For women, (born to be controul'd,)
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 beaft;
But with high courage, life, and force,
Approaching, tam'd th' unruly horse.
Unwifely we the wiser eaft
Pity, fuppofing them oppreft
With tyrant's force, whofe law is will,
By which they govern, fpoil and kill:
Each nymph, but moderately fair,
Commands with no less rigor here.
Should fome brave TURK, that walks among
His twenty laffes, bright and young;
And beckons to the willing dame,
Prefer'd to quench his present flame;
Behold as many Gallants here,
With modest guife, and filent fear,
All to one female idol bend:
While her high pride does scarce defcend
To mark their follies; he would fwear
That these her guard of eunuchs were:
And that a more majestick Queen,
Or humbler flaves, he had not seen.
All this with indignation spoke,
In vain I ftruggled with the yoke
Of mighty LOVE that conqu'ring look,
When next beheld, like lightning ftrook
My blafted foul; and made me bow,
Lower than those I pity'd now.
So the tall ftag, upon the brink
Of fome smooth ftream about to drink,
Surveying there his armed head,
With fhame remembers that he fled
The fcorned dogs; refolves to try
The combat next: but if their cry
Invades again his trembling ear,
He ftrait refumes his wonted care;
Leaves the untafted fpring behind,
And, wing'd with fear, out-flies 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 fhadow flies,
And our youth before us dies.
Or would youth, and beauty, stay,
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
All the love betwixt us two:
Let not you and I inquire,
What has been our paft defire:
On what shepherds you have fmil'd,
Or what nymphs I have beguil'd:
Leave it to the Planets too,
What we shall hereafter do:
For the joys we now may prove,
Take advice of prefent love.
Rave HOLLAND leads, and with him FALKLAND
Who hears this told, and does not strait fuppofe
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