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Upon his heart the thirsty poisons prey,

And drain the facred juice of life away.

No kindly floods of moisture bathe his tongue, 1265 But cleaving to the parched roof it hung;

No trickling drops diftil, no dewy fweat,

To ease his weary limbs, and cool the raging heat.
Nor could he weep; ev'n grief could not supply
Streams for the mournful office of his eye,
The never-failing fource of tears was dry.
Frantic he flies, and with a careless hand
Hurls the neglected eagle on the sand;

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Nor hears, nor minds, his pitying chief's command.
For fprings he feeks, he digs, he proves the ground,
For fprings, in vain, explores the desert round, 1276
For cooling draughts, which might their aid impart, .
And quench the burning venom in his heart.

Plung'd in the Tanaïs, the Rhone, or Po,
Or Nile, whose wandering streams o'er Ægypt flow,
Still would he rage, ftill with the fever glow.
The fcorching climate to his fate confpires,
And Libya's fun affifts the Dipfas' fires.
Now every where for drink, in vain he pries,
Now to the Syrts and briny feas he flies;
The briny feas delight, but feem not to suffice.
Nor yet he knows what fecret plague he nurs'd,
Nor found the poison, but believ`d it thirst.
Of thirst, and thirft alone, he ftill complains,
Raving for thirst, he tears his fwelling veins;
From every veffel drains a crimson flood,
And quaffs in greedy draughts his vital blood.

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This Cato faw, and straight, without delay, Commands the legions on to urge their way; Nor give th' enquiring foldier time to know What deadly deeds a fatal thirft could do.

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But foon a fate more fad, with new furprize,
From the first object turns their wondering eyes.
Wretched Sabellus by a Seps was stung;
Fix'd to his leg, with deadly teeth, it hung:
Sudden the foldier fhook it from the wound,
Transfix'd and nail'd it to the barren ground.
Of all the dire deftructive ferpent race,
None have fo much of death, though none are less.
For ftraight, around the part, the skin withdrew,
The flesh and fhrinking finews backward flew,
And left the naked bones expos'd to view.
The fpreading poifons all the parts confound,
And the whole body finks within the wound.
The brawny thighs no more their muscles boaft, 1310
But, melting, all-in liquid filth are lost;

The well-knit groin above, and ham below,
Mixt in one putrid ftream, together.flow;
The firm Peritoneum, rent in twain,

No more the preffing entrails could sustain,

It yields, and forth they fall, at once they gush amain.
Small relics of the mouldering mafs were left,

At once of fubftance, as of form bereft ;
Diffolv'd the whole in liquid poifon ran,
And to a nauseous puddle fhrunk the man.
Then burst the rigid nerves, the manly breast,
And all the texture of the heaving cheft;

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Refiftlefs

Refiftlefs way the conquering venom made,
And fecret nature was at once difplay'd ;
Her facred privacies all open lie

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To each prophane, enquiring, vulgar eye.
Then the broad shoulders did the pest invade,
Then o'er the valiant arms and neck it spread;
Laft funk, the mind's imperial feat, the head.
So fnows diffolv'd by fouthern breezes run,
So melts the wax before the noon-day fun.
Nor ends the wonder here; though flames are known
To waste the flesh, yet still they spare the bone:
Here none were left, no leaft remains were seen;
No marks to shew, that once the man had been. 1335
Of all the plagues which curfe the Libyan land,
(If death and mischief may a crown demand)
Serpent, the palm is thine. Though others may
Boaft of their power to force the foul away,
'Yet foul and body both become thy prey.

A fate of different kind Nafidius found,
A burning Prefter gave the deadly wound;
And straight a fudden flame began to spread,
And paint his visage with a glowing red.
With fwift expansion fwells the bloated skin,
Nought but an undistinguished mafs is feen,
While the fair human form lies loft within.
The puffy poifon spreads, and heaves around,
Till all the man is in the monster drown'd.
No more the steely plate his breaft can stay,
But yields, and gives the burfing poison way.
Not waters fo, when fire the rage fupplies,
Bubbling on heaps, in boiling cauldrons rife :

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Nor fwells the ftretching canvas half so fast,
When the fails gather all the driving blast,
Strain the tough yards, and bow the lofty mast.
The various parts no longer now are known,
One headless formless heap remains alone;
The feather'd kind avoid the fatal feast,
And leave it deadly to fome hungry beaft;
With horror feiz'd, his fad companions too,

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But fertile Libya still new plagues supplies, And to more horrid monfters turns their eyes. Deeply the fierce Hæmorrhoïs imprest Her fatal teeth on Tullus' valiant breast, The noble youth: with virtue's love infpir'd, Her, in her Cato, follow'd and admir'd; Mov'd by his great example, vow'd to share, With him, each chance of that difaftrous war. And as when mighty Rome's fpectators meet In the full theatre's capacious feat, At once, by fecret pipes and channels fed, Rich tinctures gush from every antique head; At once ten thousand saffron currents flow, And rain their odours on the croud below: So the warm blood at once from every part Ran purple poifon down, and drain'd the fainting heart. Blood falls for tears, and o'er his mournful face 1380 The ruddy drops their tainted passage trace :

Where-e'er the liquid juices find a way,

There ftreams of blood, there crimson rivers ftray:

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His mouth and gufhing noftrils pour a flood,

And ev'n the pores ooze out the trickling blood; 1385 In the red deluge all the parts lie drown'd,

And the whole body feems one bleeding wound.

Lævus, a colder Aspic bit, and straight

His blood forgot to flow, his heart to beat;

Thick fhades upon his eye-lids seem'd to creep,

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And lock him faft in everlasting sleep :
No sense of pain, no torment. did he know,
But funk in flumbers to the shades below.

Not swifter death attends the noxious juice,
Which dire Sabean Aconites produce.
Well may their crafty priests divine, and well
The fate which they themselves can cause, foretel.
Fierce from afar a darting Javelin fhot,
(For fuch, the ferpents name has Afric taught)
And through unhappy Paulus' temples flew;
Nor poifon, but a wound, the foldier flew.
No flight fo fwift, fo rapid none we know,
Stones for the founding fling, compar'd, are flow,
And the fhaft loiters from the Scythian bow.

A bafilifk bold Murrus kill'd in vain,
And nail'd it dying to the fandy plain;
Along the fpear the fliding venom ran,

And fudden, from the weapon, seiz'd the man :
His hand first touch'd, ere it his arm invade,
Soon he divides it with his shining blade :
The ferpent's force by fad example taught,
With his loft hand, his ranfom'd life he bought.
Who that the fcorpion's infect form furveys,
Would think that ready death his call obeys?

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