A mere immortal-making savour rose, Which on the air the Deity did impose. The seamen seeing all, admiration seized. Yet instantly their wonders were increased; For on the topsail there ran, here and there,

t straight strange works appear'd to all

their eyes:

st, sweet wine through their swift-black bark did flow,

which the odours did a little blow eir fiery spirits, making th' air so fine at they in flood were there as well as wine.

A vine that grapes did in abundance bear; And in an instant was the ship's mainmast With an obscure-green-ivy's arms em

braced, That flourish'd straight, and were with berries graced ;

Of which did garlands circle every brow Of all the pirates; and no one knew how. Which when they saw, they made the master steer

Out to the shore; whom Bacchus made forbear,

With showing more wonders. On the hatches, he

Appear'd a terrible lion, horribly Roaring; and in the mid-deck a male bear,

Made with a huge mane; making all, for fear,

Crowd to the stern, about the master there :

Whose mind he still kept dauntless and sincere.

But on the captain rush'd and ramp'd, with force

So rude and sudden, that his main recourse Was to the main-sea straight: and after him Leapt all his mates, as trusting to their swim

To fly foul death; but so found what they fled,

Being all to dolphins metamorphosed. The master he took ruth of, saved, and made

The blessed'st man that ever tried his trade.

These few words giving him: "Be confident,

Thou God-inspired pilot, in the bent
Of my affection, ready to requite
Thy late-to-me-intended benefit.

I am the roaring God of spritely wine,
Whom Semele (that did even Jove incline
To amorous mixture, and was Cadmus'
care)

Made issue to the mighty Thunderer."

And thus, all excellence of grace to thee,

Son of sweet-countenance-carrying Semele.
I must not thee forget in least degree,
But pray thy spirit to render so my song
Sweet, and all ways in order'd fury
strong.

TO MARS.

MARS, most-strong, gold-helm'd, making chariots crack;

Never without a shield cast on thy back. Mind-master, town-guard, with darts never driven;

Strong-handed; all arms, fort, and fence of heaven;

Father of victory, with fair strokes given;
Joint surrogate of justice, lest she fall
In unjust strifes a tyrant; general
Only of just men justly; that dost bear
Fortitude's sceptre; to heaven's fiery
sphere

Giver of circular motion, between

That and the Pleiads that still wandering been;

Where thy still-vehemently-flaming horse About the third heaven make their fiery

course;

Helper of mortals; hear! As thy fires give The fair and present boldnesses that strive In youth for honour, being the sweetbeam'd light

That darts into their lives, from all thy height,

The fortitudes and fortunes found in fight. So would I likewise wish to have the power

To keep off from my head thy bitter hour, And that false fire, cast from my soul's low kind,

Stoop to the fit rule of my highest mind. Controlling that so eager sting of wrath That stirs me on still to that horrid scathe Of war; that God still sends to wreak his spleen

(Even by whole tribes) of proud injurious

Inform my song with that celestial fire That in thy beauties kindles all desire. So shall my Muse for ever honour thee, And any other thou commend'st to me.

TO PALLAS.

PALLAS Minerva only I begin To give my song; that makes war's terrib din:

Is patroness of cities, and with Mars Marshall'd in all the care and cure

wars,

And in everted cities, fights, and cries.
But never doth herself sit down or rise
Before a city; but at both times she
All injured people sets on foot, and free.
Give, with thy war's force, fortune ther

to me;

And, with thy wisdom's force, felicity.

Then turns he head, and flies on savage