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B. III. In vain: where'er they fled the Fates pursued. Others, with hopes more specious, cross'd the main, To seek protection in far-distant skies; But none they found. It seem'd the general air Was then at enmity with English blood. For, but the race of England, all were safe In foreign climes; nor did this fury taste The foreign blood which Albion then contain'd. Where should they fly.? The circumambient heaven Involv'd them still; and every breeze was bane. Where find relief? The salutary art Was mute; and, startled at the new disease, In fearful whispers hopeless omens gave. To heaven with suppliant rites they sent their pray'rs; Rh