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Appear'd, than hunted Lions weare; and allHis strength, hee ventures on our Principall:Who entertain'd his streame of fury soAs Seas meet Rivers whom they force to flow:It is repulse makes Rivers swell, and heForc'd back, got courage from our victorie:Rivers, that Seas doe teach to rage, are tost,And troubled for their pride, then quickly lost:So he was taught that anger, which he spentTo make the others wrath more prevalent.For in the next assault he felt the best,First part of Man (the Monarch of his brest)To sicken in its warme, and narrow Throne,His Rivals hasty Soule, to shades unknowneWas newly fled; but his made greater haste,His feares had so much sense of suff'rings past:Such danger he discern'd in's Victors eye;Whom he beleev'd, so skill'd in victorie;As if his Soule should neere his body stay,The cruell heavens, would teach him finde a wayTo kill that too; by which, no pride (wee see)Can make us so prophane as miserie?
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