IV. She. Yet, at least, 'tis a pleasure to know Is as wretched, and more; And counts all your fufferings her own. V. He. O ye gods, let me fuffer for both; At the feet of my Phyllis I'll lie : And take pleasure in death, To be pitied by her when I die. VI. 20 25 She. What her honour denied you in life, love. Such a flame as is true After fate will renew, For the fouls to meet clofer above. 30 SONG OF THE SEA-FIGHT, IN AMBOYNA. WHO ever faw a noble fight, That never view'd a brave fea-fight! Up with your fights, and your nettings pre pare; Your merry mates cheer, with a lufty bold fpright, Now each man his brindice, and then to the fight. St. George, St. George, we cry, The fhouting Turks reply. Oh now it begins, and the gun-room grows hot, Ply it with culverin and with small shot; 5 10 Hark, does it not thunder? no, 'tis the guns roar, The neighbouring billows are turned into gore; Drums and trumpets toll the knell,* 15 Now, now they grapple, and now board amain; Blow up the hatches, they're off all again; Give them a broadfide, the dice run at all, Down comes the maft and yard, and tacklings fall; 20 She grows giddy now, like blind Fortune's wheel, She finks there, fhe finks, the turns up her keel. Who ever beheld fo noble a fight, As this fo brave, fo bloody fea-fight! INCANTATION IN CEDIPUS. TIR.CHUSE the darkest part o’th’ Such as ghofts at noon-day love. TIR. Is the facrifice made fit? ALL P. "Tis done. grove, TIR. Pour in blood, and blood-like wine, To Mother Earth and Proferpine: Mingle milk into the stream; Feast the ghosts, that love the steam : ALL P. "Tis done. 5 10 15 20 25 |