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Licke his proud feet, and haste into the seas
5 Through the great mouth that's nam'd from Hercules) A band of men, rough as the armes they wore Look’t round, first to the sea, then to the shore. The shore that shewed them, what the sea deny'd, Hope of a prey. There to the maine-land ty'd A ship they saw ; no men she had, yet prest Appear'd with other lading, for her brest Deep in the groaning waters wallowed Vp to the third ring : o're the shore was spread Death's purple triumph ; on the blushing ground 15 Life's late forsaken houses all lay drown'd In their owne blood's deare deluge : some new dead; Some panting in their yet warme ruines bled, While their affrighted soules, now wing'd for flight Lent them the last flash of her glimmering light. Those yet fresh streaines which crawled every where Shew'd that sterne Warre had newly bath'd him there. Nor did the face of this disaster show Markes of a fight alone, but feasting too: A miserable and a monstruous feast,
25 Where hungry Warre had made himself a guest : And comming late had eat up guests and all, Who prov'd the feast to their owne funerall &c.
His skin as with a fiery blushing
45 CIPID'S CRYER:
OUT OF THE GREEKE.
LOVE is lost, nor can his mother
| Appeared originally in the Delights' of 1616 (pp. 115-117): was reprinted 16-18 (pp. 11-13) and 1670 (pp. 110.112). Our text is that of 1618; but all agree, save as follows: 16:16 misprints .cease for ceaze' == seize, in line 17 from end; and 1670, line 8 from bekimning, misprints own for one;' the latter perpetuated by TURN
The poem is an interpretation of the first Hyll of Moschus. Line 51, () yes' = the legale: line sowe
= own. G.