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Rh be seen of Cato but his privy member. Such are these lines of a leviathan at sea:

His motion works, and beats the oozy mud, And with its slime incorporates the flood, 'Till all th' incumbered, thick, fermenting stream Does like one pot of boiling ointment seem. Wherever he swims, he leaves along the lake Such frothy furrows, such a foamy track, That all the waters of the deep appear Hoary —— with age, or gray with sudden fear.

But perhaps even these are excelled by the ensuing.

is also a species of the diminishing: by this a spear flying into the air is compared to a boy whistling as he goes on an errand.

The mighty Stuffa threw a massy spear, Which, with its errand pleas'd, sung through the air.

I cannot stifle this gigantic woe, Nor on my raging grief a muzzle throw.

And clouds big with water to a woman in great necessity.

Distended with the waters in 'em pent, The clouds hang deep in air, but hang unrent. Rh