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And but one land was Africa and Spain [i^]

Untill proud ^ Gibj-altar did make them twain.

Some fay I fwallow'd up (fure tis a notion)

A mighty country in th' At I antique Ocean.

I need not fay much of my hail and fnow,

My ice and extream cold, which all men know,

Whereof the firfh fo ominous I rain'd.

That Ifraels enemies therewith were brain'd:

And of my chilling fnows'^ fuch plenty be.

That Caucafics high mounts are feldome free.

Mine ice doth glaze Europes great "" rivers o're.

Till fun releafe, their fhips can fail no more.

All know that-^ inundations I have made,

Wherein not men, but mountains feem'd to wade;

As when Achaia, all under water flood.

That for two hundred years it n'er prov'd good.

Deucalions great Deluge with many moe.

But thefe are trifles to the flood of Noe,

Then w^holly perifli'd Earths ignoble race.

And to this da}^ impairs her beauteous face,

That after times fliall never feel like woe.

Her confirm'd fons behold my colour'd bow.

Much might I fay of wracks, but that He fpare.

And now give place unto our Sifl;er Air,

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