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162 The Jav'lin drawn from out the mortal Wound, He faints with stagg'ring Steps; and seeks the Ground: The Fair, within her Arms receiv'd his Fall, And strove his wand'ring Spirits to recall: And while her Hand the streaming Blood oppos'd, Join'd Face to Face, his Lips with hers she clos'd. Stifled with Kisses, a sweet Death he dies; She fills the Fields with undistinguish'd Cries: At least her Words were in her Clamour drown'd; For my stunn'd Ears receiv'd no vocal Sound. In madness of her Grief, she seiz'd the Dart New-drawn, and reeking from her Lover's Heart; To her bare Bosom the sharp Point apply'd; And wounded fell; and falling by his Side, Embrac'd him in her Arms; and thus embracing, dy'd. Ev'n still methinks, I see Phæocomes; Strange was his Habit, and as odd his Dress. Six Lions Hides, with Thongs together fast, His upper Part defended to his Waist: And where Man ended, the continued Vest, Spread on his Back, the Houss and Trappings of a Beast. A Stump too heavy for a Team to draw, (It seems a Fable, tho' the Fact I saw;) He threw at Pholon; the descending Blow Divides the Scull and cleaves his Head in two. The Brains, from Nose, and Mouth, and either Ear, Came issuing out as through a Colendar The Curdled Milk; or from the Press the Whey, Driv'n down by Weights above, is drain'd away. But him, while stooping down to spoil the Slain, Pierc'd through the Paunch, I tumbled on the Plain. Then Chthonyus, and Teleboas I slew: A Fork the former arm'd; a Dart his Fellow threw. The Jav'lin wounded me; (behold the Scar. Then was my Time to seek the Trojan War; Then