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Of routed armies, when the field is won,
189 To reach the ears of her escaped son. He, though a league removed from the foe, Hastes to her aid; the pious Trojan 1 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 wish For composition with th' unconquered fish;
200 So she their weapons would restore again, Through rocks they'd hew her passage to the main. 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; Standing aloof, with lead they bruise the scales, And tear the flesh of the incensèd whales.
210 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 framed 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. 220
1. Trojan': Æneas.
OF THE QUEEN.
The lark, that shuns on lofty boughs to build
10 But since the light which now informs our age Breaks from the Court, indulgent to her rage, Thither my Muse, like bold Prometheus, flies, To light her torch at Gloriana's eyes; Those sov'reign beams which heal the wounded soul, And all our cares, but once beheld, control! There the poor lover that has long endured Some proud nymph's scorn, of his fond passion cured, Fares like the man who first upon the ground A glow-worm spied, supposing he had found A moring diamond, a breathing stone; For life it had, and like those jewels shone; He held it dear, till by the springing day Inform’d, he threw the worthless worm away.
She saves the lover as we gangrenes stay, By cutting hope, like a lopp'd limb, away; This makes her bleeding patients to accuse High Heaven, and these expostulations use:
Could Nature then no private woman grace, Whom we might dare to love, with such a face,
Such a complexion, and so radiant eyes,
Thus, in a starry night, fond children cry
Joy of our age, and safety of the next!
None might the mother of Achilles be,
THE APOLOGY OF SLEEP,
TOR NOT APPROACHING THE LADY WHO CAN DO
ANYTHING BUT SLEEP WHEN SHE PLEASES.
My charge it is those breaches to repair
Bright as the deathless gods, and happy, she
Should I with lightning fill her awful hand,
1. Sea': Thetis. -* • Maro': Æneas,
Where all the joys, and all the glories, are 19
1 You gods that have the power
To trouble and compose
Calm silence on the seas, on earth impose. 1. Mæonian': Homer._? • Puerperium': Fenton conjectures that this poem was written in 1640, when the Queen was delivered of her fourth son, the Duke of Gloucester.