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ANNUS MIRABILIS:
83.
Silent in smoke of Cannons they come on:
(Such Vapours once did fiery Cacus hide,)
In these the height of pleas'd Revenge is shewn,
Who burn contented by anothers side.

84.
Sometimes, from fighting Squadrons of each Fleet,
(Deceiv'd themselves, or to preserve some Friend,)
Two grappling Ætna's on the Ocean meet,
And English Fires with Belgian Flames contend.

85.
Now, at each tack, our little Fleet grows less;
And, like maim'd Fowl, swim lagging on the Main:
Their greater Loss their Numbers scarce confess,
While they lose cheaper than the English gain.

86.
Have you not seen, when, whistled from the Fist,
Some Falcon stoops at what her Eye design'd,
And, with her eagerness, the Quarry miss'd,
Straight flies at check, and clips it down the Wind.

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