the Forest, and hunts the noify, long-car'd Animal. So W--tt--n fled, fo Boyl purfued. But W--tt--n heavy-arm'd, and flow of foot, began to flack his Courfe; when his Lover B--ntly appeared, returning laden with the Spoils of the two fleeping Antients. Boyl obferved him well, and foon difcovering the Helmet and Shield of Phalaris, his Friend, both which he had lately with his own Hands, new polish'd and gilded; Rage fparkled in His Eyes, and leaving his Pursuit after W-tt--n, he furiously rush'd on against this new Approacher. Fain would he be revenged on both; but both now fled different Ways: And as a Woman in a little Vid. Homer. House, that gets a painful Livelihood by Spinning; if chance her Geefe be fcattered o'er the Common, she courses round the Plain from fide to fide, compelling here and there, the Straglers to the Flock; They cackle loud, and flutter o'er the Champian. So Boyl purfued, fo fed this Pair of Friends: finding at length, their Flight was vain, they bravely joyn'd, and drew themselves in Phalanx. First, B--ntl--y threw a Spear with all his Force, hoping to pierce the Enemy's Breaft; But Pallas came unfeen, and and in the Air took off the Point, and clap'd on one of Lead, which after a dead Bang against the Enemy's Shield, fell blunted to the Ground. Then Boyl, obferving well his Time, took a Launce of wondrous Length and sharpness; and as this Pair of Friends compacted stood close Side to Side, he wheel'd him to the right, and with unusual Force, darted the Weapon. B-ntly faw his Fate approach, and flanking down his Arms, close to his Ribs, hoping to fave his Body; in went the Point, paffing through Arm and Side, nor stopt, or spent its Force, till it had alfo pierc'd the valiant W-tt--n, who going to fu ftain his dying Friend, fhared his Fate. As, when a skilful Cook has trufs'd a Brace of Woodcocks, He, with Iron Skewer, pierces the tender Sides of both, their Legs and Wings close pinion'd to their Ribs; So was this pair of Friends transfix'd, till down they fell, joyn'd in their Lives, joyn'd in their Deaths; fo clofely joyn'd, that Charon will mistake them both for one, and waft them over Styx for half his Fare. Farewel, beloved, loving Pair; Few Equals have you left behind: And happy and immortal fhall you be, if I 3 all |