Warwick's bold Earl, than which no Title bears
A greater Sound among our British Peers;
And worthy he the Mem'ry to renew,
The Fate and Honour to that Title due;
Whofe brave Adventures have transferr'd his Name, And thro' the new World fpread his growing Fame. But how they fought, and what their Valour gain'd, Shall in another Canto be contain❜d.
CANTO III.
The bloody Fight, fuccefslefs Toil,
And how the Fishes fack'd the Ifle.
HE Boat which on the first Affault did go,
Struck with a harping Iron the younger Foe;
Who when he felt his Side fo rudely gor'd,
Loud as the Sea that nourish'd him he roar'd.
As a broad Bream, to please some curious Taste,
While yet alive in boyling Water cast,
Vex'd with unwonted Heat, boyls, flings about
The fcorching Brafs, and hurls the Liquor out:
So with the barbed Javelin ftung, he raves,
And scourges with his Tail the suff'ring Waves:
Like Spenfer's Talus with his Iron Flail;
He threatens Ruin with his pond'rous Tail;
Diffolving at one Stroke the batter'd Boat,
And down the Men fall drenched in the Moat:
With ev'ry fierce Encounter they are forc'd
To quit their Boats, and fare like Men unhorst.
The bigger Whale like fome huge Carrack lay,
Which wanteth Sea-room with her Foes to play,
Slowly she swims, and when provok'd she wou'd
Advance her Tail, her Head falutes the Mud;
The fhallow Water doth her Force infringe,
And renders vain her Tail's impetuous swinge:
The fhining Steel her tender Sides receive,
And there like Bees they all their Weapons leave.
This fees the Cub, and does himself oppose
Betwixt his cumbred Mother and her Foes:
With defp'rate 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 Tempeft, tho' the Winds be still.
Now wou'd 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 thro' which they thither came,
Before her swims, and quits the hostile Lake,
A Pris'ner there, but for his Mother's Sake.
She by the Rocks compell'd 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 fluggish Beast:
Her oily Side devours both Blade and Heft,
And there his Steel the bold Bermudian left.
Courage the reft from his Example take,
And now they change the Colour of the Lake:
Blood flows in Rivers from her wounded Side,
As if they wou'd 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 wou'd have thought, had you the Monster seen
Thus dreft, fhe had another Ifland been.
Roaring the tears the Air with fuch a Noise,
(As well resembled the confpiring Voice
Of routed Armies, when the Field is won)
To reach the Ears of her escaped Son.
He (tho' a League removed from the Foe)
Haftes to her Aid; the pious Trojan lo
Neglecting for Creüfa's Life his own,
Repeats the Danger of the burning Town.
The Men amazed blush to see the Seed
Of Monsters, human Piety exceed :
proves this Kindness what the Grecians fung, That Love's bright Mother from the Ocean sprung. Their Courage droops, and hopeless now they wish For compofition with th' unconquer'd Fish:
So fhe their Weapons wou'd reftore again,
Thro' Rocks they'd hew her Paffage to the Main.
But how inftructed in each other's Mind,
Or what Commerce can Men with Monsters find?
Not daring to approach their wounded Foe,
Whom her Couragious Son protected fo;
They charge their Mufquets, and with hot defire
Of full Revenge, renew the Fight with Fire:
Standing aloof, with Lead they bruise the Scales,
And tear the Flesh of the incenfed Whales.
But no Success their fierce Endeavours found,
Nor this way cou'd they give one fatal Wound.
Now to their Fort they are about to fend
For the loud Engines which their Isle defend.
But what thofe Pieces fram'd to batter Walls
Wou'd have effected on those mighty Whales,
Great Neptune will not have us know, who fends
A Tyde fo high, that it relieves his Friends.
And thus they parted with exchange of harms;
Much Blood the Monsters loft, and they their Arms
She ftrikes my Lute, but if it found,
Threatens to hurl it on the Ground;
And I no lefs her Anger dread,
Than the poor Wretch that feigns him Dead,
While fome fierce Lion does embrace
His breathless Corps, and licks his Face;
in filent Fear he lies,
Torn all in Pieces if he cries.
Of LOVE.
Anger, in hafty Words or Blows,
It felf discharges on our Foes;
And Sorrow too finds fome Relief
In Tears, which wait upon our Grief:
So ev'ry Paffion, but fond Love,
Unto its own Redress does move;
But that alone the Wretch inclines
To what prevents his own Designs;
Makes him Lament, and Sigh, and Weep,
Disorder'd, Tremble, Fawn and Creep;
Postures which render him defpis'd,
Where he endeavours to be priz'd.
For Women, born to be control'd,
Stoop to the Forward and the Bold,
Affect the Haughty and the Proud,
The Gay, the Frolick, and the Loud.
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