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Madagascar.
And hide, their Magazin of Archerie;
Lest what was their defence, might now supply
Thy Godhead, which is harmelesse yet; but know
When thou shalt head a Shaft, and draw a Bow,
Each then thou conquerst, must a Lover be;
The worst estate of their captivitie.
What sound is that! whose concord makes a jarre
'Tis noise in peace, though harmonie in warre:
The Drumme; whose doubtfull Musick doth delight
The willing eare, and the unwilling fright.
Had wet Orion chosen to lament
His griefs at Sea, on such an Instrument;
Perhaps the martiall Musick might incite
The Sword-fish, Thrasher, and the Whale to fight,
But not to dance; the Dolphin he should lack,
Who to delight his eare, did load his back:
And now as Thunder, calls ere Stormes doe rise;
Yet not forewarnes, 'till just they may surprise;
Till the assembling clouds are met, to powre
Their long provided furie in one showre;
Even so this little thunder of the Drumme,
Foretold a danger just when it was come:
Lest what was their defence, might now supply
Thy Godhead, which is harmelesse yet; but know
When thou shalt head a Shaft, and draw a Bow,
Each then thou conquerst, must a Lover be;
The worst estate of their captivitie.
What sound is that! whose concord makes a jarre
'Tis noise in peace, though harmonie in warre:
The Drumme; whose doubtfull Musick doth delight
The willing eare, and the unwilling fright.
Had wet Orion chosen to lament
His griefs at Sea, on such an Instrument;
Perhaps the martiall Musick might incite
The Sword-fish, Thrasher, and the Whale to fight,
But not to dance; the Dolphin he should lack,
Who to delight his eare, did load his back:
And now as Thunder, calls ere Stormes doe rise;
Yet not forewarnes, 'till just they may surprise;
Till the assembling clouds are met, to powre
Their long provided furie in one showre;
Even so this little thunder of the Drumme,
Foretold a danger just when it was come:
When
