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 Nought for Man's Uſe from Death he doth exeem.

On Earth, in Air, or in the Deeps that ſwim.

As for the great and monſtrous Kind of Whales,

Like living Iſlands in the Ocean ſails,

The One and fortieth Chapter of that Book

That's called Job, unto it if we look,

The following Lines that's written, I ſuppoſe,

Will correſpond with what is there in Proſe.

Neither his Parts, nor yet his Power,

Conceal them not I will,

But his Proportion comely, I

Will ſet out to the full:

A Heart that's equal to a Stone

For its Firmneſs he has.

Yea even as hard as a Piece of

The Nether Millſtone is;

His Garments Face diſcover, who

Can do, that he doth wear,

Or with his double Bridle, who

Unto him can draw near!

Diſcloſe the Doors that's in his Mouth,

Who dares to be ſo ſtout!

His Teeth they are moſt terrible,

Appearing round about:

His Scales his Pride are, and ſhut up

So cloſe as with a Seal;

Between them comes no Air, they are

Together join'd ſo well.

So cloſe unite they are unto,

And ſtick ſo faſt together,

They cannot be ſundered,

Not ſeparate from other;