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Vex'd with unwonted heat, he flings about
The scorching brass, and hurls the liquor out;
So with the barbed javelin stung, he raves,
And scourges with lis tail the suffering waves.
Like Spenser's Talns with his iron flail,
He threatens ruin with his ponderous tail ;
Dissolving at one stroke the batter'd boat,
And down the men fall drenched in the moat;
With every tierce encounter they are forc'd
To quit their boats, and fare like men unhors'd.

The bigger whale like some huge carrack lay,
Which wanteth sea-room with her foes to play:
Slowly she swims, and when, provok'd, she would
Advance her tail, her head salutes the mud :
The shallow water doth her force infringe,
And renders vain her tail's impetuous swinge:
The shining steel her'tender sides receive,
And there, like bees, they all their weapons leave.

This sees the cub, and does himself oppose Betwixt his cumber'd mother and her foes : With desperate courage he' receives her wounds, And men and boats his active tail confounds. Their forces join'd, the seas with billows fill, And make a tempest though the winds be still.

Now would the men with half their hoped prey Be well content, and wish this cub away : Their wish they have: he (to direct his dam Unto the gap through which they thither came) Before her'swims, and quits the hostile lake, A prisoner there but for his mother's sake. She, by the rocks compelld to stay behind, Is by the vastness of her bulk confin'd. They shout for joy! and now on her alone Their fury falls, and all their darts are thrown.

Their lances spent, one, bolder than the rest,
With his broad sword provok'd the sluggish beast :
Her oily side devours both blade and haft,
And there his steel the bold Bermudan left.
Courage the rest from his example take,
And now they change the colour 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 streight.
She swims in blood, and blood does spouting throw
To Heav'n, that Heav'n men's cruelties might know.
Their fixed javelins in her side she wears,
And on her back a grove of pikes appears ;
You would have thought, had you the monster seen
Thus drest, she had another island been.
Roaring she tears the air with snch a noise,
As well resembled the conspiring voice
Of routed armies, when the field is won,
To reach the ears of her escaped son.
He, though a league removed from the foe,
Hastes to her aid: the pious Trojan 'so,
Neglecting for Creusa's life his own,
Repeats the danger of the burning town.
The men, amazed, blush to see the seed
Of monsters human piety exceed.
Well proves this kindness, what the Grecian sung,
That Love's bright mother from the Ocean sprung.
Their courage droops, and, hopeless now, they wisha
For composition with the unconquer'd fish;
So she their weapons would restore again,
Through rocks they'd hew her passage to the main.

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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 courageous son protected so,
They charge their muskets, and with hot desire
Of fell revenge, renew the fight with fire;
Stauding aloot, 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 lost, and they their arms.

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Floriferis ut apes in saltibus omnia libant;
Sic nos Scripturæ depascimur aurea dicta;
Aurea! perpetna semper dignissima vita ! **
Nam divinus amor cum cæpit vociferari,
Diffugiunt animi terrores. ** Lucretius, lib. iii.
Exul eram, requiesgne mihi, non fama, petita est,
Mens intenta suis ne foret usque malis : **
Namque ubi mota calent sacra mea pectora Musa,
Altior humano spiritus ille malo est.

Ovid. de Trist. lib. iv. el. I.

THE ARGUMENTS. J. Asserting the authority of the Scripture, in which this

love is revealed. II. The preference and love of God to man in the creation. III. The same love more amply declared in our redemption. IV. How necessary this love is to reform mankind, and how

excellent in itself. V. Showing how happy tbe world would be, if this love were

universally embraced. VI. Of preserving this love in our memory, and how useful

the contemplation thereof is.

CANTO I.
The Grecian Muse has all their gods surviv'd,
Nor Jove at us nor Phæbus is arriv'd ;
Frail deities! which first the poets made,
And then invok'd, to give their fancies aid :

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Yet if they still divert us with their rage,
What may be hop'd for in a better age,
When not from Helicon's imagin’d spring,
But Sacred Writ, we borrow what we sing?
This with the fabric of the world begun,
Elder than light, and shall outlast the sun.
Before this oracle, like Dagon, all
The false pretenders, Delphos, Ammon, fall :
Long since despis'd and silent, they afford
Honoiir and triumph to the eternal Word.

As late philosophy our globe has grac'd,
And rolling earth among the planets plac'd,
So has this Book entitled us to Heav'n,
And rules to guide us to that mansion giv'n:
Tells the conditions how our peace was made,
And is our pledge for the great Author's aid.
His power in Nature's ample book we find,
But the less volume does express his mind.

This light unknown, bold Epicurus taught That nis blest gods vonchsafe us not a thought, But unconcern'd let all below them slide, As fortune does, or human wisdom, guide. Religion thus remov'd, the sacred yoke And band of all society is broke. What use of oaths, of promise, or of test, Where men regard no God but interest? What endless war would jealous nations tear, If none above did witness what they swear? Sad fate of unbelievers, and yet just, Among themselves to find so little trust! Were Scripture silent, Nature would proclaim, Without a God, our falshood and our shame. To know our thoughts the object of his eyes Is the first step tow'rds being good or wise ;

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