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His Porcupine and bristly back, 



That with an Eager fierce attack, 



Whole sholes are forced to give him way. 



Sometimes in holes most deep, 

 Lake winking Cat, he'll seem asleep, 

 Till some bold Minnow, or the smaller fry, 

 Insult about him, then he'll quickly ply 

 Against a Million all he will withstand, 

 Till some poor Captive stays his furious hand, 



Remorseless, he ne'er fears, nor prays, 

 But all he conquers, he as sudden slays; 

 His Passion's hot, and seldom cool, 

 Till taken with a Gin by some laborious fool : 

 Yet, like a Turk, in all extreams looks high, 

 Shakes his sharp Javelin, Blasphemes his God 



and dyes. 



In Suffolk* there I know a stream, 

 Where it begins 1 Ignorant am, 

 But stor'd it is with spacious fry, 

 Of different sorts : what there I've ta'ne, 

 Of those I'll sing, and let the rest remain 

 Till some more Curious, with more skill then I, 

 Their mighty numbers fairly can descry, 

 And from what Fountain first, 

 The fruitful waters burst, 



* Hijlxtm, and Stratford, by Denham. 



That 



