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Against Messena, on th' Ausonian Coast,
I Scylla view'd, and from that Hour was lost.
In tend'rest Sounds I su'd; but still the Fair
Was deaf to Vows, and pityless to Pray'r.
If Numbers can avail: exert their Pow'r;
Or Energy of Plants, if Plants have more.
I ask no Cure; let but the Virgin pine
With dying Pangs, or Agonies, like mine.
No longer Circe could her Flame disguise,
But to the suppliant God Marine, replies:
When Maids are coy, have manlier Aims in view
Leave those that Fly, but those that Like, pursue.
If Love can be by kind Compliance won;
See, at your Feet, the Daughter of the Sun.
Sooner, said Glaucus, shall the Ash remove
From Mountains, and the swelling Surges love;
Or humble Sea-weed to the Hills repair;
E'er I think any but my Scylla fair.
Strait Circe reddens with a guilty Shame,
And vows Revenge for her rejected Flame.
Fierce Liking oft a Spight as fierce creates;
For Love refus'd, without Aversion, hates.
To hurt her hapless Rival she proceeds;
And, by the Fall of Scylla, Glaucus bleeds.
Some fascinating Bev'rage now she brews;
Compos'd of deadly Drugs, and baneful Juice.
At Rhegium she arrives; the Ocean braves,
And treads with unwet Feet the boiling Waves.
Upon the Beach a winding Bay there lies,
Shelter'd from Seas, and shaded from the Skies:
This Station Scylla chose; a soft Retreat
From chilling Winds, and raging Cancer's Heat.
The Vengeful Sorc'rcess visits this Recess;
Her Charm infuses, and infects the Place.
Soon as the Nymph wades in; Her nether Parts,
Turn into Dogs; then at her self she starts.

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