Stout Cymon foon remounts, and cleft in two He turn'd the point: the fword enur'd to blood, Bor'd his unguarded breaft, which pour'd a purple flood. With vow'd revenge the gath'ring crowd pursues, The ravishers turn head, the fight renews; The hall is heap'd with corps; the sprinkled gore Befmears the walls, and floats the marble floor. Difpers'd at length the drunken fquadron flies, The victors to their veffel bear the prize; And hear behind loud groans, and lamentable cries. The crew with merry shouts their anchors weigh, Then ply their oars, and brush the buxom fea, While troops of gather'd Rhodians crowd the key. What should the people do, when left alone? The governor, and government are gone. The public wealth to foreign parts convey'd; Some troops dibanded, and the rest unpaid. Rhodes is the fovereign of the sea no more; Their fhips unrigg'd, and spent their naval store; They neither could defend, nor can pursue, But grin'd their teeth, and caft a helpless view: In vain with darts a distant war they try, Short, and more short the miffive weapons fly. Mean while the ravishers their crimes enjoy, And flying fails, and fweeping oars employ; The cliffs of Rhodes in little space are lost, Jove's ifle they feek; nor Jove denies his coast. In fafety landed on the Candian shore, TINI S. THE page HE Cock and the Fox: or, the tale of the Theodore and Honoria, from Boccace. Ceyx and Alcyone, out of the tenth book of Ovid's Metamorphofes. The Flower and the Leaf: or, the Lady in the Arbour. A Vifion out of Chaucer. Alexander's feast: or, the Power of Mufic. An Ode in honour of St. Cecilia. The twelfth book of Ovid's Metamorphofes wholly tranflated. The Speeches of Ajax and Ulyffes, from Ovid's Me tamorphofes. Book the thirteenth. The Wife of Bath, her tale, from Chaucer. The Character of a good Parfon imitated, from The Monument of a Fair Maiden Lady, who dy'd Cymon and Iphigenia, from Boccace. 38 81 95 141 593 199 201 |