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204 The King himself high-thron'd above the rest, With Iv'ry Scepter, and in Purple drest. Forthwith the Brass-hoof'd Bulls are set at large, Whose furious Nostrils sulph'rous Flame discharge The blasted Herbage by their Breath expires; As Forges rumble with excessive Fires, And Furnaces with fiercer Fury glow, When Water on the panting Mass ye throw; With such a Noise, from their Convulsive Breast, Thro' bellowing Throats, the struggling Vapour prest. Yet Jason marches up without Concern, While on th' advent'rous Youth the Monsters turn Their glaring Eyes, and, eager to engage, Brandish their Steel-tipt Horns in threatning Rage: With brazen Hoofs they beat the Ground, and choak The ambient Air with Clouds of Dust and Smoak: Each gazing Græcian for his Champion shakes, While bold Advances he securely makes Thro' sindging Blasts; such Wonders Magick Art Can work; when Love conspires, and plays his Part. The passive Savages like Statues stand, While he their Dew-laps stroaks with soothing Hand; To unknown Yoaks their brawny Necks they yield, And, like tame Oxen, plow the wond'ring Field. The Colchians stare; the Græcians shout, and raise Their Champion's Courage with inspiring Praise. Embolden'd now, on fresh Attempts he goes, With Serpent's Teeth the fertile Furrows sows; The Glebe, fermenting with inchanted Juice, Makes the Snake's Teeth a human Crop produce, For as an Infant, Pris'ner to the Womb, Contented sleeps, 'till to Perfection come, Then does the Cell's obscure Confinement scorn, He tosses, throbs, and presses to be born; So from the lab'ring Earth no single Birth, But a whole Troop of lusty Youths rush forth; And,