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216 Against Messena, on th' Ausonian Coast, I Scylla view'd, and from that Hour was lost. In tend'rest Sounds I su'd; but still the Fair Was deaf to Vows, and pityless to Pray'r. If Numbers can avail: exert their Pow'r; Or Energy of Plants, if Plants have more. I ask no Cure; let but the Virgin pine With dying Pangs, or Agonies, like mine. No longer Circe could her Flame disguise, But to the suppliant God Marine, replies: When Maids are coy, have manlier Aims in view; Leave those that Fly, but those that Like, pursue. If Love can be by kind Compliance won; See, at your Feet, the Daughter of the Sun. Sooner, said Glaucus, shall the Ash remove From Mountains, and the swelling Surges love; Or humble Sea-weed to the Hills repair; E'er I think any but my Scylla fair. Strait Circe reddens with a guilty Shame, And vows Revenge for her rejected Flame. Fierce Liking oft a Spight as fierce creates; For Love refus'd, without Aversion, hates. To hurt her hapless Rival she proceeds; And, by the Fall of Scylla, Glaucus bleeds. Some fascinating Bev'rage now she brews; Compos'd of deadly Drugs, and baneful Juice. At Rhegium she arrives; the Ocean braves, And treads with unwet Feet the boiling Waves. Upon the Beach a winding Bay there lies, Shelter'd from Seas, and shaded from the Skies: This Station Scylla chose; a soft Retreat From chilling Winds, and raging Cancer's Heat. The Vengeful Sorc'rcess visits this Recess; Her Charm infuses, and infects the Place. Soon as the Nymph wades in; Her nether Parts, Turn into Dogs; then at her self she starts. A