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About his Lips the gather'd Foam he churns,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
And, breathing slaughters, still with Rage he burns,
But on the bleating Flock his Fury turns.
His Mantle, now his Hide, with rugged Pairs
Cleaves to his Back; a famish'd Face he bears;
His Arms descend, his Shoulders sink away
To multiply his Legs for chase of Prey.
He grows a Wolf, his hoariness remains,
And the same Rage in other Members reigns.
His Eyes still sparkle in a narr'wer Space:
His Jaws retain the Grin, and Violence of his Face.
This was a single Ruin, but not one
Deserves so just a Punishment alone.
Mankind's a Monster, and th' ungodly Times
Confed'rate into Guilt, are sworn to Crimes.
All are alike involv'd in Ill, and all
Must by the same relentless Fury fall.
Thus ended he; the greater Gods assent;$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
By Clamours urging his severe Intent;
The less fill up the Cry for Punishment.
Yet still with Pity they remember Man;
And mourn as much as heav'nly Spirits can.
They ask, when those were lost of humane Birth,
What he would do with all this waste of Earth:
If his dispeopl'd World he would resign
To Beasts, a mute, and more ignoble Line;
Neglected Altars must no longer smoke,
If none were left to worship, and invoke.
To whom the Father of the Gods reply'd, $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
Lay that unnecessary Fear aside:
Mine be the care, new People to provide.
I will from wondrous Principles ordain
A Race unlike the first, and try my skill again.
Already had he toss'd the flaming Brand;$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
And roll'd the Thunder in his spacious Hand;
Preparing to discharge on Sea and Land:

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