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Who shameless cast behind his Target green,
And div'd beneath the Waves with Coward speed.
485 Not so Hydrocharis,[1] who wrathful threw
At Prince Pternophagus[2] a rugged Stone;
Right at the destin'd Mark the Mill-stone flew;
Pierc'd to the Scull, and crackt the solid Bone,
Nor Nutshell Helm avail'd: wide was the Wound;
490 Brains through the Nostrils flow'd, and Blood distain'd the Ground.
And div'd beneath the Waves with Coward speed.
485 Not so Hydrocharis,[1] who wrathful threw
At Prince Pternophagus[2] a rugged Stone;
Right at the destin'd Mark the Mill-stone flew;
Pierc'd to the Scull, and crackt the solid Bone,
Nor Nutshell Helm avail'd: wide was the Wound;
490 Brains through the Nostrils flow'd, and Blood distain'd the Ground.
L.
Near Hand, to cruel Fate alas too nigh,
A harmless Frog Borborocates[3] stood,
Who late escap'd his careful Parent's Eye,
New from his Tad-pole State, and left the Flood
495 For Glory: fairest of his Nation deem'd,
With every Gift of Cytherea grac'd:
This nought the stern Leichopinax esteem'd;
Whose strongly-darted Lance his Form defac'd,
Near Hand, to cruel Fate alas too nigh,
A harmless Frog Borborocates[3] stood,
Who late escap'd his careful Parent's Eye,
New from his Tad-pole State, and left the Flood
495 For Glory: fairest of his Nation deem'd,
With every Gift of Cytherea grac'd:
This nought the stern Leichopinax esteem'd;
Whose strongly-darted Lance his Form defac'd,
Dead