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O for a Guard (quoth he) of Switzers here,
To heave that Giant up! but come not neere;
For now enrag'd, he may perchance so tosse us,
As you would thinke, you touch'd a live Colossus!
This Ieff'ry heard; and it did stir his gall,
More than his Coursers death, or his owne fall.
Sorrowes, that hasten to us, are but slow
In their departure; as the learn'd may know
By this sad Story; since new cause was given;
For which our deepe Platonick questions Heaven.
O cruell Starres (quoth he) will you still so
Officious be, to trouble us below?
'Tis say'd your care doth governe us; d'ye call
That care, to let Ambassadours thus fall?
Nay, and permit worse dangers to ensue?
Though all your rule, and influence be true;
I had as leefe (since mortals thus you handle)
Be govern'd by the influence of a Candle.
This he had cause to say; for now behold
A Foule of spatious wing, bloody, and bold
In his aspect; haughty in gate, and stiffe on
His large spread Clawes he stood, as any Griffon;

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