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Ladon, once Pheneos, an Arcadian Stream,
(Ambiguous in th’ Effects, as in the Name)
By Day is wholfome Bev'rage; but is thought
By Night infected, and a deadly Draught.
Thus running Rivers, and the standing Lake,
Now of these Virtues, now of those partake:
Time was (and all Things Time and Fate obey).
When fast Ortygia floated on the Sea;
Such were Cyanean Isles, when Typhis steer'd
Betwixt their Streights, and their Collision fear'd;
They swam where now they sit; and firmly join'd
Secure of rooting up, resist the Wind.
Nor Ætna vomiting fulphureous Fire
Will ever belch; for Sulphur will expire,
(The Veïns exhausted of the liquid Store:)
[more. Time was she cast no Flames; in time will caft no
For whether Earth's an Animal, and Air Imbibes; her Lungs with Coolness to repair, And what she sucks remits; she still requires Inlets for Air, and Outlets for her Fires; When tortur'd with convulsive Fits she shakes, That Motion choaks the Vent, till other Vent she makes:
Or when the Winds in hollow Caves are clos'd,
And subtil Spirits find that way oppos’d,
They toss up Flints in Air; the Flints that hide
The Seeds of Fire, thus tofs'd in Air, collide,
Kindling the Sulphur, till the Fewel spent
The Cave is coold, and the fierce Winds relent.
Or whether Sulphur, catching Fire, feeds on
Its unduous Parts, till all the Matter gone
The Flames no more ascend; for Earth supplies
The Fat that feeds them; and when Earth denies
That Food, by length of Time consum'd, the Fire
Famish'd for want of Fewel must expire.
A Race of Men there are, as Fame has told,
Who shiv’ring fuffer Hyperborean Cold,
Till nine times bathing in Minerva's Lake,
SoftFeathers to defend their nakedSides, they take.
'Tis said, the Scythian Wives (believe who will)
Transform themselves to Birds by Magick Skill;
Smear'd over with an Oil of wond'rous Might,
That adds new Pinions to their airy Flight.
But this by fure Experiment we know, That living Creatures from Corruption grow:
Hide in a hollow Pit à slaughter'd Steer,
Bees from his putrid Bowels will appear ;
Who like their parents haunt the Fields, and bring
Their Hony-Harvest home, and hope another
The Warlike-Steed is multiply'd, we find,
To Wasps and Hornets of the Warrior Kind.
Cut from a Crab his crooked Claws, and hide
The rest in Earth, a Scorpion thence will glide
And shoot his Sting, his Tail in Circles toss'd
Refers the Limbs his backward Father loft.
And Worms, that stretch on Leaves their filmy Loom,
Crawl from their Bags, and Butterflies become.
Ev’n Slime begets the Frog's loquacious Race:
Short of their Feet at first, in little fpace
WithArms and Legs endu'd long Leaps they take,
Rais'd on their hinder part, and fwim the Lake,
And Wavés repet: For Nature gives their Kind,
To that intent, a length of Legs behind.
The Cubs of Bears a living Lump appear,
When whelpd, and no determin’d Figure wear,
Their Mother licks 'em into Shape, and gives
As mucb of Form, as she her self receives,
The Grubs from their sexangular Abode
Crawl out unfinish'd, like the Maggot's Brood:
Trunks without Limbs; till time at leisure brings
The Thighs they wanted, and their tardy Wings.
The Bird who draws the Carr of Juno, vain
Of her crown'd Head, and of her Starry Train;
And he that bears th’ Artillery of Jove,
The strong-pounc'd Eagle, and the billing Dove;
And all the feather'd Kind, who cou'd suppose
(But that from fight the furest Sense he knows)
They from th’included Yolk not ambient White
There are who think the Marrow ofaMan, Carose,
Which in the Spine, while he was living, ran;
When dead, the Pith corrupted will become
A Snake, and hiss within the hollow Tomb.
All these receive their Birth from other Things;
But from himself the Phænix only springs:
Self-born, begotten by the Parent Flame
In which he burn'd, another and the same;
Who not by Corn or Herbs his Life sustains,
But the sweet Essence of Amomum drains;
And watches the rich Gums Arabia bears,
While yet in tender Dew they drop their Tears,
He, (his five Centuries of Life fulfill'd) i Broc
His Nest on Oaken Boughs begins to build,
Or trembling tops of Palm, and first he draws; Wi
The Plan with his broad Bill, and crooked Claws, 0, e
Nature's Artificers; on this the Pile
Is form’d, and rises round, then with the Spoil
Of Cafia, Cynamon, and Stems of Nard,
[rear'd: (For Softness strew'd beneath,) his Fun’ral Bed is uppa Fun’ral and Bridal both; and all around
The Borders with corruptless Myrrh are crown'd,
On this incumbent; 'till ætherial Flame
First catches, then consumes the costly Frame:
Consumes him too, as on the Pile he lies;
He liv'd on Odours, and in Odours dies.
An Infant-Phenix from the former springs,
His Father's Heir, and' from his tender Wings
Shakes off his Parent Duft, his Method he pursues,
And the same Lease of Life on the same Terms re-
When grown to Manhood he begins his reign, [news.
And with stiff Pinions can his Flight sustain,
He lightens of irs Load, the Tree that bore
His Father's Royal Sepulcher before,