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Ortents and Prodigies, are grown so frequent, That they have lost their Name. Our fruitful Nile Flow'd ere the wonted Season, with a Torrent So unexpected, and so wondrous fierce, That the wild Deluge overtook the haste, Ev'n of the Hinds that watch'd it: Men and Beasts Were born above the tops of Trees, that grew On th' utmost Margin of the Water-mark. Then, with so swift an Ebb, the Floud drove backward It slipt from underneath the Scaly Herd: Here monstrous Phocœ panted on the Shore; Forsaken Dolphins there, with their broad tails, Lay lashing the departing Waves: Hard by 'em, Sea-Horses floundring in the slimy mud, Toss'd up their heads, and dash'd the ooze about 'em.

Myr.Avert these Omens, Heav'n. Serap.