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Rh Amidst whole heaps of spices lights a ball,
 * And now their odours arm'd against them fly:

Some preciously by shatter'd porcelain fall,
 * And some by aromatic splinters die:

And, though by tempests of the prize bereft,
 * In heaven's inclemency some ease we find:

Our foes we vanquish’d by our valour left,
 * And only yielded to the seas and wind.

In this manner is the sublime too often mingled with the ridiculous. The Dutch seek a shelter for a wealthy fleet: this surely needed no illustration; yet they must fly, not like all the rest of mankind on the same occasion, but "like hunted castors;" and they might with strict propriety be hunted; for we winded them by our noses—their perfumes betrayed them. The Husband and the Lover, though of more dignity than the Castor, are images too domestic to mingle properly with the horrors of war. The too quatrains that follow are worthy of the author.

The account of the different sensations with which the two fleets retired, when the night parted them, is one of the fairest flowers of English poetry. Rh