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Geor. III. Then, to redeem his Honour at a blow, He moves his Camp, to meet his careless Foe. Not with more Madness, rolling from afar, The spumy Waves proclaim the watry War. And mounting upwards, with a mighty Roar, March onwards, and insult the rocky Shoar. They mate the middle Region with their height; And fall no less, than with a Mountain's weight; The Waters boil, and belching from below Black Sands, as from a forceful Engine throw. Thus every Creature, and of every Kind, The secret Joys of sweet Coition find: Not only Man's Imperial Race; but they That wing the liquid Air; or swim the Sea, Or haunt the Desart, rush into the flame: For Love is Lord of all; and is in all the same. Tis with this rage, the Mother Lion stung, Scours o'er the Plain; regardless of her young: Demanding Rites of Love; she sternly stalks; And hunts her Lover in his lonely Walks. Tis then the shapeless Bear his Den forsakes; In Woods and Fields a wild destruction makes. Boars whet their Tusks; to battel Tygers move; Enrag'd with Hunger, more enrag'd with Love. Then wo to him, that in the desart Land Of Lybia travels, o'er the burning Sand. The Stallion snuffs the well-known Scent afar; And snorts and trembles for the distant Mare: Rh