[Nereides:] Eclogue X. William Diaper Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T126092 Diaper, William, d. 1717. Nereides: or Sea-Eclogues. London Printed by J. H. for E. Sanger, at the Post-House, at the Middle-Temple-Gate in Fleetstreet 1712 pp. 44-47. x, 69 p.

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[ Nereides : ] Eclogue X. Meroe , Otys . Meroe . Otys , begin — Since he is gone , I'll fetch him to my Arms By sacred Spells , and Force of Magick Charms , Search in the Slime , you'll find the Cramp-fish there , That , chilling stops whatever swims too near : You'll find the Fish , that stays the labouring Ship , Tho' ruffling Winds drive o'er the noisy Deep : So Phorbas , while from me he perjur'd flies , Is struck benumb'd , and fix'd with strange Surprize . Look down auspicious Moon ; too well you know What Love will force , and potent Charms can do . Take here , and drain the Sepia's inky Juice , Sprinkle the Sea , and say , I thus infuse Sad gloomy Thoughts into the perjur'd Swain , 'Till he relenting sigh , and turn to love again . Look down auspicious Moon ; too well you know What Love will force , and potent Charms can do . Wreath three times thrice three Reeds , and sev'n times round The Chaplets wave ( strange Vertues have been found . In Numbers hid ; and Energy divine , In figur'd Spells , and the mysterious Trine . ) Look down auspicious Moon ; too well you know What Love will force , and potent Charms can do . Take here the rav'nous Dog , and wound him thro' . Then cry aloud , Phorbas , I strike for you ; So may his Soul be pierc'd with fretting Pain , 'Till he relenting sigh , and turn to love again . Look down auspicious Moon ; too well you know What Love will force , and potent Charms can do . Go fetch dry Weeds ; They lie on yonder Isle ; Then raise in corner'd Squares the artful Pile , And force the kindled Heap with flaming Oyl : So may his tortur'd Soul in Anguish mourn , And as the Pile , so may the Triton burn . Look down auspicious Moon ; too well you know What Love will force , and potent Charms can do . I hear the hollowing Elves , and Midnight Shriek Of wandring Ghosts , who now unbodied seek Their lost Abodes , and restless ever roam ; Affright , ye Elves , and bring my Phorbas home . Look down auspicious Moon ; too well you know What Love will force , and potent Charms can do . While now the Flames consume the sacred Heap , Sing Otys ; Try to lull my Soul asleep ; Delightful Sounds , when form'd by studious Art Will kind Relief a while , and slumbring Ease impart ; They quell sad Thoughts , and raise from black Despair The troubled Mind , and still the Voice of Care . Otys . Love once assay'd to swim ; in wanton Play He labouring strove to cut the liquid way : He prest the Waters with extended Arms , And as he mov'd , display'd a thousand Charms . When tir'd with Sport , he would at length have flown , His Wings were clog'd with Wet , and useless grown , Flutt'ring he strove , but Moisture prest him down . The God of Love is now to Seas confin'd , No Triton must be proud , or Nymph unkind . Mer. Cease , Otys ; see , the Flame already dies , Choak'd with dark smoaky Fumes , that circling rise . Moisture imbib'd preserves the reeking Heap : Sad Sign ! — Nor will he burn , nor shall I cease to weep . In vain we strive : No artful Spell can move , No Charm will force unwilling Souls to love .