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If love be folly, the severe divine

And Cymon call'd, which signiñes a brute ; Has felt that folly, though he censures mine ;

So well his name did with his nature fuit. Pollutes the pieafures of a chalte embrace,

His father, when he found his latour loft,
Acts what I write, and propagates in grace, And care employ'd that antwer'd not the cost,
With riotoys excels, a priestly race.

Chole an ungrateful object to remove,
Suppose him free, and that I forge th’offence,

And loath'd to sec what nature made him love ;
He thew'd the way, perverting frít my sense ; So to his country farm the fool confin'ú;
In malice witty, and with venom fraught,

Rude work weil fuired with a ruftic mind,
He makes me speak the things I never thought. Thus to the wilds the sturdy Cymon went,
Compute the gains of his ungovern'd zcal ; A 'quire among the tu aius, and pleas'd with ba.
Ill suits his cloth the praise of rajling well. His curn and caurle were his only care ; (nishment.
The world will think that what we loosely write, And his fupreme delight a cou ry fair.
Though now arraign’d, he read with some delight; It happen'd on a summer's holi ay,
Because he seems to chew the cud again, That to the green-wood fi ade he


his way; When hisbroad comment makes the text too plain; For Cymon 1hunn'd the, nd us'd not And teaches morc in one explaining page

much to pray: Than all the double-meanings of the stage.

His quarter-itaff, which he could ne'er forsake, What needs he paraphrale on what we mean? Hung half before, and half bihind his back. We were at worst but ivanton ; he's obscene. Įle trudy'd along, unknowing what he sought, I not my fellows nor my felf excuse;

And whistl'd as he went, for want of thouglit.
But love's the subject of the comic Muse; By chance conducted, or by thirtt co: strain'd,
Nor can we write without it, nor would you

The deep recefles of the grove he ga nd;
A tale of only dry inftruction view;

Where, in a plain, defended by the wood,
Nor love is always of a vicious kind,

Crept through the maired grats a crystal food, But oft too virtuous acts intiames the mind, By which an alabafter fountain fiqod : Awakes the lieepy viçour of the foul,

And on the margin of the fount was laid And brushing o'er, adds inotion to the pool. (Attended by her llaves) a sleeping maid: Love, ftudious how to please, improves our parts Like Dian and her nymphs, 1 hen tir'd with sport, With polith'd manners, and adorns with arts. To rest by cool Eurotus they rifost : Love first invented verle, and forin'd the rhyme, The danie herself the godless well expreft, The motion mcatur', harmoniz'd the chime; Not more diftinguith'd by her purple vest, To lib'ral acts enlarg'd the nariow-foul'd, Than by the charming features of her face, Soften'd the ficrce, and made the coward bold;

And ev’n in lluinber a superior grace : The world, when waste, he peopled with increase, Her comcly limbs compos'd with decent care, And warring nations reconcil'd in peace.

Her body ihaded with a light cymar ; Ormond, the first, and all the fair may find Her botom to the view was only bare; In this one legend, to their faine design'd,

Where two beginning paps were 1carcely spy'd, When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts For yet their places were but signify'd. the mind !

The fanning wind upon her bolom blows,

To meet the fanning wind the botom rose; IN that sweet isle where Venus kceps her court, The fanning wind, and purling streams, conAnd ev'ry grace, and all the loves, resort;

tinue her repose. Where either sex is form’d of fofter earth,

The fcol of nature stood with stupid eyes And takes the bent of pleasure from their birth; And gaping mouth, that teftify'd surprize, There liv'd a Cyprian lord, above the rcst

Fix'd on her face; nor could remove his fight, Wife, wealthy, with a num'rous issue bleft. New as he was to love, and novice to delight. But as no gift of fortune is sincerc,

Long mute he tood, and leaning on his itaff, Was only wanting in a worthy hcir ;

His wonder witnets'd with an idiot laugh ; His elduit born, a goodly youth to view,

Then would have spoke, but by his glimm’ring Excell'd the rest in shape and outward few :

fenfe, Fair, tall, his limbs, with due proportion join'd, First found his want of words, and fear'd offence; But of a heavy, dull, degen’rate inind.

Doubted for what he was he should be known, His soul bely'd the features of his face ;

By his clown accent, and his country tone. Beauty was there, but beauty in disgrace.

Through the rude chaos thus the running light A clownish mien, a voice with rustic found, Shot the firtt ray that pierc'd the native night : And ftupid eves that ever lov'd the ground.

Then day and darkness in the mals were mix'd, He look'd like na:ure's error; as the mind Till gather'd in a globe the beams were fix'd : And body were not of a piece design’d, (join’d. Latt ihone the sun, who, radiant in his sphere, But made for two, and by mistake in one were

Illumin'd heav'n and earth, and roll'd around the The ruling rod, the father's forming care,

So realon in this brutal soul began, [year. Were exercis'd in vain on wit's despair;

Love made him furft suspect he was a man ; The more inform'd, the less he understood;

Love made him doubt his broad barbarian found; And deeper funk by Hound'ring in the mud. By love, his want of words and wit he found; Now scorn'd of all, and grown the public shame, That sense of want prepar'd the future way The people from Galcius chang'd his name,

To knowledge, and disclos'd the promise of a dav.



luft :

What not his father's care, nor tutor's art, But, conscious of her form, with quick distrust
Could plant with pains in his unpoliih'd heart, She faw his sparkling cyes, and fear'd his brutal
The best instructor, love, at once inspir'd,
As barren grounds to fruitfulness are fir'd: This to prevent, she wak'd her Sleepy crew,
Love taught him fhaine ; and thame, with love And, riling hasty, took a thort adieu.
Soon taught the sweet civilities of lifc; [at ftrise, Then Cymon first his ruftic voice essay'd,
His gross material loul at once could find With proffer'd service to the parting maid,
Somewhat in her excelling all her kind : To see her safe. His hand the long deny'd;
Exciting a desire till then unknown,

But took at length, alham'd of such a guido.
Somewhat unfound, or found in her alone, So Cymon led her home, and leaving there,
Chis made the first impresiion on his mind, No more would to his country clowns repair,
Above, but just above, the brutal kind. But sought his father's house, with better mind,
For beasts can like, but not distinguish too, Refusing in the farm to be confin'd.
Nor their own liking by reflection know ;

The father wonder'd at the son's return, Nor why they like, or this or t’other face, And knew not whether to rejoice or mourn ; Or judge of this or that peculiar grace; But doubtfully receiv'd, expecting still But love in gross, and stupidly admire,

To learn the secret causes of his alter'd will. As flies, allur’d by light, approach the fire. Nor was he long delay'd : the first requeft Thus our man-beast, advan ing by degrees, He made, was like his brothers to be drest, Firft likes the whole, then sep'rates what he sees ; And, as his birth requir'd, above the rest. On sev'ral parts a fev'ral praise bestow's,

With ease his fuit was granted by his fire, The ruby lips, the well-proportion'd nose, Distinguishing his heir by rich attire : The snowy skin, and raven-glotly hair, His body thus adorn'd, he next design'd The dimpled cheek, and forehcad riting fair, With lib'ral arts to cultivate his mind : And, ev’n in fleep itself, a finiling air.

He fought a tutor of his own accord, From thence bis eyes descending view'd the rest, And study'd lessons he before abhorr’d. Her plump round arms, white hands, and heav- Thus the man-child advanc'd, and learn'd ing breast,

so fast, Long on the last he dwelt, though ev'ry part That in short time his equals he surpass'd; A pointed arrow sped to pierce his heart. His brutal manners froin his breast exil'd,

Thus in a trice a judge of beauty grown His inien he fashion'd, and his tongue he fil'd; (A judge erected from a country clown) In ev'ry exercise of all aclmir'd, He long'd to see her eyes, lluinber lid, He seein'd, nor only seem'd, but was inspir’d: And wish'd his own could pierce within the lid: Inspir’d by love, whose bus’ness is to please; He would have wak'd her, but restrain’d his He rode, he fenc’d, he mov'd with graceful ease; thought,

More fam’d for sense, for courtly carriage more, And love new-born the first good manners taught: Than for his brutal folly known before. And awful fear his ardent with withstood, What then of alter'd'Cymon shall we say, Nor durst disturb the goddess of the wood. But that the fire which choak'd in alhes lay, For such the secm'd by her celestial face, A load too heavy for his soul to move, [love. Excelling all the rest of human race.

Was upward blown below, and brush'd away by And things divine, by common sense he knew, Love made an active progress thro' his mind, Must be devoutly seen, at diftant view : The dusky parts he clcar'd, the gross refin'd, So checking his defire, with treinbling heart, The drowsy wak’d; and as he went impress'd Gazing he stood, nor would nor could depart ; The Maker's image on the human breast. Fix'd as a pilyrim wilder'd in his way,

Thus was the man amended by desire, Who dares nør itir by night, for fear to stray, And, tho' he lov'd perhaps with too much fire, But stands with awful eyes to watch the dawn His father all his faults with reason scann'd,

And lik'd an error of the better hand; · At length awaking, Iphigene the fair Excus'd thi’excels of paflion in his mind, (So was the beauty cail'd who caus'd his care) By flames too fierce, perhaps too much refin'd: Unclos'd her eyes, and double day reveal'd, Só Cymon, since his fire indulg'd his will, While those of all her slaves in sleep were scald. Impetuons lov'd, and would be Cymou still ;

The Nav'ring cudden, propp'd upon his staff, Galesus hic dilawn'd, and chose to bear [fair, Stood ready gaping, with a grinning laugh, The name of fool confirm'd, and bishop'd by the To welcome her awake; nor durit begin

To Cipseus by his friends his suit he movid; To speak, but wisely kept the fool within. Cipleus, the father of the fair he lov’d: Then the; What inakes vou, Cimon, here alone? But he was pre-engag'd by former ties, (For Cymon's name was round the countryknown, While Cymon was endeav'ring to be wise ; Bocaufe defcended of a noble race,

And Iphigene, obligid by former vows, And for a foui ill forted with his face.)

Had given her faith to wed a foreign spouse. But fill the fot stood filent with surprize, Her fire and the to Rhodian Pafinond, With fix'i icgard on her new-open'd eves, Tho' both repenting, were by proinife bound, And in his breast receiv'd th’invenom'd dart; Nor could retract; and thus, as fate decreed, A tickling pain that plcas'd amid the linart. Tho' better lov'd, he spoke too late to speed.


of day.

The doom was past, the ship, already sent, For yours I am, he said, and have desery'd Did all his tardy diligence prevent.

Your love much better, whom so long I forv'd, Sigh'd to herself the fair unhappy maid, Than he to whom your formal father tyd While stormy Cymon thus in secret faid, Your vows, and fold a slave, not fent a bride. The time is come for Iphigene to find

Thus while he spoke, he seiz'd the willing prer, The miracle she wrought upon my mind;

As Paris bore the Spartan fpoufe away. Her charms have made me man, her ravish'd love Faintly the scream'd, and ev’n her eyes confess'd In rank shall place me with the bless'd above. She rather would be thought, than was distress’d. For mine by love, by force she shall be mine ; Who now exults but Cymon in his mind? Or death, if force should fail, lhall finish my Vain hopes and empty joys of human kind, design.

Proud of the present, to the future blind! Resolv'd he said; and rigg'd with speedy care Secure of fate, while Cymon plows the sea,

A vefsel strong, and well equipp'd for war. And steers to Candy with his conquer'd prey,
The secret fhip with chofen friends he ftor'd; Scarce the third glass of measur'd hours was run,

And, bent to die or conquer, went aboard. When, like a fiery meteor funk the sun ;
Ambush'd he lay, behind the Cyprian shore, The promise of a storm ; the shifting gales,
Waiting the fail that all his wishes bore ; Forsake by fits, and fill the flagging fails;
Nor long expected; for the following tide Hoarte murmurs of the main from far were heard,
Sent out the hostile ship and beauteous bride. And night came on, not by degrees prepar'd,

To Rhodes the rival bark directly steerd, But all at once; at once the winds arise,
When Cymon sudden at her back appear'd, The thunders roll, the forky lightning Alies.
And stopp'd her fight; then, standing on the prow, | In vain the master issues out commands,
Ja haughty terms he thus defy'd the foc; In vain the treinbling sailors ply their hands;
Or strike vour fails at summons, or prepare

The tempest unforeseen prevents their care, To prove the last extremities of war.

And from the first they labour in despair. Thus warn'd, the Rhodians for the fight pro- The giddy ship, betwixt the winds and rides, Already were the vessels side by side; (vide; Forc'd back and forwards, in a circle rides, These obstinate to save, and those to seize the Stunu'd with the diff'rent blows; then shoots bride,

amain, But Cymon foon his crooked grapples cast, Till, counterbuffd, she stops, and sleeps again. Which with tenacious hold his foes einbrac'u, Not more aghast the proud archangel fell, And, arm'd with sword and shield, amid the Plung'd from the height of heav'n to deepest hell, press he pafs'd.

Than stood the lover of his love poffefs'd, Fierce was the fight, but, haft’oing to his prey, Now curs'd the more, the more he had been bless'dy By force the furious lover freed his way:

More anxious for her danger than his own, Himself alone difpers'd the Rhodian crew, Death he defies; but would be loft alone.

The weak disdain'd, the valiant overthrew; Sad Iphigene to womanith complaints M

Cheap conquest for his following friends remain’d, Adds pious pray’rs, and wearies all the saints; He reap'd the field, and they but only glean’a: Ev'n if the could, her love the would repent;

His victory confess’d, the focs retreat, But, since she cannot, dreads the punishment: And cast the weapons at the victor's feet. Her forfeit faith, and Pasimond betray'd, Whom thus he cheeer'd: 0 Rhodian youth, I Are ever present, and her crimine upbraid. fought

She blames herself, nor blames her lover less, For love alone, nor other booty fought : , Augments her anger as her fears increase : Your lives are safe ; your vessel I resign;

From her own back the burthen would remove, Yours be your own, restoring what is inine. And lays the load on his ungovern'd love, In Iphigene I claim my rightful duc,

Which interposing durft, in Heav'n's despite, Robb'd by my rival, and detain'd by you. Invade, and violate another's right. ; Your Pasímond a lawless bargain drove; The pow'rs incens’d, a while deferr'd his pain, The parent could not sell the daughter's love; And made hiin matter of his vows in vain ;' Or, if he could, my love disdains the laws, But soon they punish'd his presumptuous pride, And, like a king, by conquett gains his caufc. That for his daring enterprise the dy'd, Where arms take place, all other pleas are vain, Who rather not relifted than comply'd. Love taught meforce,and force thall love maintain; Then, impotent of mind, with alter'd sense, You, what by strength you could not keep, release, She hugg'd th’offender, and forgave th’offence! And at an easy ransom buy your peace.

Sex to the last. Meantime, with fails declin'd, Fear on the conquer'd fide soon fign’d th'accord, The wand'ring vefiel drove before the wind; And Iphigene to Cymon was reford:

Tofs'd and retcís'd, aloft, and then below, While to his arms the bluthing bride he took, Nor port they seek, nor certain course they To fecming sadness the compos'd her look;

knov, As if by force subjected to his will,

But ev'ry moment wait the coming blow. Tho' pleas’d, diffémbling, and a woman still. Thus blindly drivin, by breaking day they And (for the wept) he wip'd her falling tears,

vicw'd And pray'd her to diliniss hier empty fears; The land beforc thein, and their fears renew'd;


The land was welcome, but the tempeft bore
The threaten'd fhip against a rocky thore.

A winding bay was near; to this they bent,
And just escap'd; their force already spent.
Secure from storms, and panting from the fea,
The land unknown at leifure they furvey;
And faw (but foon their fickly fight withdrew)
The riting tow'rs of Rhodes at diftant view;
And curs'd the hostile shore of Pafimond,
Sav'd from the feas, and fhipwreck'd on the

The frighted failors try'd their strength in vain
To turn the ftern, and tempt the stormy main;
But the ftiff wind withftood the lab'ring oar,
And forc'd them forward on the fatal fhore!
The crooked keel now bites the Rhodian strand,
And the fhip moor'd constrains the crew to land;
Yet ftill they might be fafe, because unknown;
But, as ill fortune feldom comes alone,
The veffel they difmifs'd was driv'n before,
Already fhelter'd on their native fhore;
Known each, they know; but each with change
of cheer;

The vanquifh'd fide exults, the victors fear;
Not them but theirs; made pris'ners ere they fight,
Defpairing conqueft, and depriv'd of flight.

The country rings around with loud alarms,
And raw in fields the rude militia fwarms;
Mouths without hands, maintain'd at vaft ex-
In peace a charge, in war a weak defence: [pence,
Stout once a month they march, a bluft'ring
And ever, but in times of need, at hand; [band;
This was the morn when, iffuing on the guard,
Drawn up in rank and file, they food prepar'd
Of feeming arms to make a fhort effay, [day.
Then haften to be drunk, the bus'nefs of the
The cowards would have fled, but that they


Themselves fo many, and their foes fo few:
But, crowding on, the laft the first impel,
Till overborne with weight the Cyprians fell.
Cymon enflav'd, who first the war begun,
And Iphigene once more is loft and won.

Deep in a dungeon was the captive cast,
Depriv'd of day, and held in fetters faft;
His life was only fpar'd at their request,
Whom taken he fo nobly had releas'd;
But Iphigenia was the ladies care;
Each in their turn addrefs'd to treat the fair;
While Pafimondand his the nuptial feastprepare.
Her fecret foul to Cymon was inclin'd,
But the muft fuffer what her fates affign'd;
So patiive is the church of womankind.
What worfe to Cymon could his fortune deal,
Roli'd to the loweft fpoke of all her wheel?
It refted to difmifs the downward weight,
Or raife him upward to his former height;
The latter pleas'd; and love (concern'd the most)
Prepar'd th'amends for what by love he loft.

The fire of Pafimond had left a fon,
Tho' younger, yet for courage early known,
Ormifda call'd; to whom, by promise ty'd,
A Rhodian beauty was the deftin'd bride;

Caffandra was her name; above the reft
Renown'd for birth, with fortune amply bleft.
Lyfimachus, who rul'd the Rhodian ftate,
Was then by choice their annual magistrate;
He lov'd Callandra too with equal tire,
But fortune had not favour'd his defire;
Crofs'd by her friends, by her not difapprov'd,
Nor yet preferr'd, or like Ormitda lov'd.
So flood th'affair; fome little hope remain'd,
That, fhould his rival chance to lofe, he gain &
Mean time young Pafimond his manage


Ordain'd the nuptial day, prepar'd the feaft;
And frugally refolv'd (the charge to fhun,
Which would be double fhould he wed alone)
To join his brother's bridal with his own.

Lyfimachus, opprefs'd with mortal grief,
Receiv'd the news, and study'd quick relief;
The fatal day approach'd; if force were us'd,
The magiftrate his public truft abus'd;
To juftice liable, as law requir'd;
For, when his office ceas'd his pow'r expir'd.
While pow'r remain'd, the means were in his

By force to feize, and then forfake the land.
Betwixt extremes he knew not how to move;
A flave to fame, but more a flave to love:
Reftraining others, yet himself not free,
Made impotent by pow'r, debas'd by dignity.
Both fides he weigh'd; but after much debate,
The man prevail'd above the magiftrate.

Love never fails to mafter what he finds,
But works a diff'rent way in diff'rent minds,
The fool enlightens, and the wife he blinds.
This youth propofing to poffefs and 'Icape,
Began in murder, to conclude in rape:
Unprais'd by me, tho' Heav'n fometimes may blef
An impious act with undeferv'd fuccefs;
The great, it feems, are privileg❜d alone
To punish all injuftice but their own.
But here I ftop, not daring to proceed,'
Yet blush to flatter an unrighteous deed;
For crimes are but permitted, not decreed.

Refolv'd on force, his wit the prætor bent,
To find the means that might fecure th'event;
Nor long he labour'd; for his lucky thought
In captive Cymon found the friend he fought;
Th'example pleas'd: the caufe and crime the
An injur'd lover and a ravish'd dame.
How much he durft he knew by what he dar'd,
The lefs he had to lofe, the lefs he car'd,
To manage loathsome life when love was the

This ponder'd well, and fix'd on his intent,
In depth of night he for the pris'ner fent;
In fecret fent, the public view to fhun,
Then, with a fober finile, he thus begun :
The pow'rs above, who bounteously bestow
Their gifts and graces on mankind below,
Yet prove our merit firft, nor blindly give
To fuch as are not worthy to receive;
For valour and for virtue they provide
Their due reward, but firft they must be try'd,


These fruitful seeds within your mind they sow’d; It pleas'd! the prisoner to his hold retird;
'Twas yours t’improve the talent they bestow'd : His troop with equal emulation fir'd, [quir'd.
They gave you to be born of noble kind, All fix'd to fight, and all their wonted work re-
They gave you love to lighten up your mind, The sun arose; the streets were throng’d around,
And purge the grosser parts ; they gave you care The palace open’d, and the posts were crown'd.
To please, and courage to deserve the fair. The double bridegroom at the door attends
Thus far they try'd you, and by proof they Th’expected spoule, and entertains the friends;

They meet, they lead to church, the prielts invoke The grain entrusted in a grateful ground; The pow'rs, and feed the flames with fragrant But still the great experiment remain'd;

finoke. They tuffer'd you to lose the prize you gaind, This done, they feaft, and at the clofe of night, That you might learn the gift was theirs alone ; By kindled torches vary their delight ; And, when restor'd, to them the blessing own. These lead the lively dance, and those the Restor'd it soon will be ; the means prepar'd,

brimming bowls invite. The difficulty smooth'd, the danger thar'd; Now at th'appointed place and hour aflign'd, Be but yourlelf, the care to me resign,

With fouls refolv d, the ravishers were join'd; Then Iphigene is yours, Cassandra mine. Three bands are form’d; the first is leni before. Your rival Pasimond pursues your life,

To favour the retreat and guard the shore; Impatient to revenge his ravish'd wife:

The second at the palace-gate is plac'd; But yet not his; to-morrow is behind,

And up the lofty stairs ascend the latt; And love our fortunes in one band has join'd; A peaceful troop they seem with shining vests, Two brothers are our foes; Ormilda mine, But coats of mail beneath secure their breasts. As much declar'd as Pasimond is thine ;

Dauntless they enter, Cymon at their head, To-morrow must their common vows be tyd :

And find the feast renew'd, the table fpread; With love to friend, and fortune for our guide, Sweet voices, mix'd with instrumental Tounds, Let both resolve to die, or each redeem a bride. Ascend the vaulted roof, the vaulted roof rebounds. Right I have none, nor haft thou

much to plead; When, like the harpies rushing through the hall, 'Tis force, when done, must justify the deed; The sudden troop appears, the tables fall, Our talk perform'd, we next prepare for Aight; Their finoking load is on the pavement thrown; And let the losers talk in vain of right :

Each ravisher prepares to seize his own ; We with the fair will fail before the wind; The brides, invaded with a rude embrace, If they are griev'd, I leave the laws behind. Shriek out for aid, confusion fills the place. Speak'thy resolves; if now thy courage droop, Quick to redeem the prey their plighted lords Despair in prison, and abandon hope :

Advance; the palace gleams with thining fivords. But if thou dar'ft in arms thy love regain

But late is all defence, and succour vain, (For liberty without thy love were vain) The

rape is made, the ravilhers remain ; Then second my design to seize the prey, Two sturdy Naves were only !ent before Or lead to second rape, for well thou know'st To bear the purchas'd prize in safety to the shore,

The troup retires, the lovers close the rear, Said Cymon, overjoy'd, do thou propose With forward faces not confessing fear; [inend The means to fight, and only shew the foes : Backward they move, but fcorn their pace to For from the first

, when love had fir'd my mind, Then seek the stairs, and with flow haste descend. Resolv'd I left the care of life behind.

Fierce Pasimond, their passage to prevent, To this the bold Lysimachus reply'd,

Thrust full on Cymon's back in his defcent, Let Heav'n be neuter, and the sword decide; The blade return'd unbath'd, and to the hanThe 'spousals are prepar'd, already play

dle bent. The minstrels, and provoke the tardy day : Stout Cymon soon remounts, and cleft in two By this the brides are wak’d, their grooms are

His rival's head with one descending blow;

And as the next in rank Ormiida ftood, All Rhodes is summond to the nuptial feast, He turn'd the point; the sword inur'd to blood, All but myself, the sole unbidden guest. Bor'd his unguarded breast which pour'd a Unbidden 'tho' I am, I will be there,

purple flood. And, join'd by thee, intend to joy the fair. With vow'd revenge the gath'ring crowd pursues,

Now hear the rest; when day resigns the light, The ravilhers turn head, the fight renews; And cheerful torches gild the jolly night,

The hall is heap'd with corps; the sprinkled gore Be ready at my call; my chosen few

Besmears the walls, and Aoats the marble floor. With arms adininister'd shall aid thy crew; Dispers'd at length the drunken squadron fies, Then, ent'ring unexpected, will we seize The victors to their vellel bear the prize; (cries. Our destin'd prey froin men difolv'd in ease; And hear behind loud groans and lamentable By wine disabl’d, unprepar'd for fight; Thecrewwith merry shouts their anchor weigh, And haft’ning to the seas, suborn our Alight: Then ply their oars, and bruth the buxom lca, The feas are ours, for I command the fort; While troops of gather'd Rhodians crowd the A Thip well-mann'd expects us in the port.

quay. If they, or if their friends, the prize contest, What should the people do when left alone ? Death fall attend the man who dares resist. The governor and government are gone.


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