55 Spide where the Eagle built his towring nest, up yong ones, and himselfe distrest; 50 love, 6 Lo! how the least the greatest may reprove.” Toward the sea turning my troubled eye, I saw the fish (if fish I may it cleepe) That makes the sea before his face to flye, And with his flaggie finnes doth seeme to sweepe The fomie waves out of the dreadfull deep, 61 The huge Leviathan, dame Natures wonder, Making his sport, that manie makes to weep: A Sword-fith small him from the rest did funder, That, in his throat him pricking softly under, 65 His wide abysse him forced forth to fpewe, That all the sea did roare like heavens thunder, V. V. 6. The huge Leviathan, dame Natures wonder, Making his sport,] Compare the Pfalmift's description of the sea, PS. civ. 26. “ There go the thips; and there is that Leviathan, whom thou haft made to take his pastime therein.” TODD. A Sword-fish Small &c.] This filh has a long blade of an horny substance proceeding from his upper jaw, with which he kills his prey. See the Catalogue of Fishes, at the end of Oppian's Halieuticks, translated by Jones, Oxf. 8vo. 1722, p. 226. TODD. And all the waves were stain'd with filthie hewe. Hereby I learned have not to despise Whatever thing feemes fmall in common .eyes. 70 VI. An hideous Dragon, dreadfull to behold, Whose backe was arm'd against the dint of speare With shields of brafle that shone like burnisht golde, And forkhed sting that death in it did beare, Strove with a Spider his unequall peare ; 75 And bad defiance to his enemie. The subtill vermin, creeping closely neare, Did in his drinke shed poyfon privilie ; Which, through his entrailes fpredding diversly, Made him to swell, that nigh his bowells brust, 80 And him enforft to yeeld the victorie, That did so much in his owne greatnesse trust. 0, how great vainnefse is it then to scorne The weake, that hath the strong fo oft forlorne! VII. High on a hill a goodly Cedar grewe, 85 Of wondrous length, and streight proportion, That farre abroad her daintie odours threwe ; Mongit all the daughters of proud Libanon, VI. 10. brust,] Spenser's accustomed mode of spelling burst, agreeably to the practice of our old writers. See the note on bruft, F. Q. iii. i. 48. Some moderą editions read burst, TODD. 90 Her match in beautie was not anie one. mayed, VIII. 105 Soone after this I saw an Elephant, glorie, 111 VIII. 2. Adorn'd with bells and bofjes] See the .note on F. Q. i. ii. 13. TODD. IX. 115 120 Looking far foorth into the ocean wide, heele, That winde nor tide could move her thence away thing 125 x. A mighty Lyon, lord of all the wood, IX. 5. Faire blew the winde &c.] The reader may compare this beautiful defcription of the ship with Gray's equally charming representation in The Bard, ver. 71. Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, " While proudly riding o'er the azure main “ In gallant trim the gilded vefsel goes, &c." TODD. IX. 10. A little fish, &c.] The Remora or Sucker; called by Oppian ’Exernis, natem retinens. It is a small fill of the Eelkind; which, according to vulgar report, can stop the largest Ship under fail, by sticking underneath the keel. Catalogue of Oppiau's Files, ut fupr. p. 228. TODD. 131 With pray of beasts and spoyle of living blood, Safe in his dreadles den him thought to hide : His sterneffe was his prayfe, his strength his pride, And all his glory in his cruell clawes. I saw a Wasp, that fiercely him defide, And had him battaile even to his iawes; Sore he him ftong, that it the blood forth drawes, And his proude heart is fild with fretting ire: In vaine he threats his teeth, his tayle, his pawes, And from his bloodie eyes doth sparkle fire; That dead himselfe he wisheth for despight. So weakest may anoy the most of might! 10 135 XI. What time the Romaine Empire bore the raine Of all the world, and florisht most in might, The nations gan their soveraigntie disdaine, And cast to quitt them from their bondage quight: So, when all shrouded were in silent night, 145 The Galles were, by corrupting of a mayde, Poffest nigh of the Capitol through light, Had not a Goose the treachery bewrayde: If then a Goose great Rome from ruine stayde, And love himselfe, the patron of the place, 150 Preservd from being to his foes betrayde; |