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SECT. XI.
TO Bestial Society thus cast,
Condemn'd to range in Wilds and Desarts vast,
I soon 'mongst Forest People gain'd Renown
Changing my Humane to a Salvage Crown;
Once more a King proclaim'd, a Sovereign Liege,
I with large Grants my Subjects did oblige,
So metamorphos'd set my Heart at rest,
A Lyon being of all Mutations best;
So th' Empire of these Desarts I obtain'd,
And under me Kings, petty Lyons Reign'd;
On Expeditions Armies I could raise,
Nor Plotted we for Spoil clandestine ways,
Lying whole Nights in silent Ambuscades,
But took the Field by Day in bold Brigades;
And like a falling Deluge swept up all,
Emptying at once both Pasture, Coat, and Stall;
Nay more, on Skirts of Cities durst we Prey,
Ships Boarding at Low-water in the Bay.
Thus formidable grown, being wondrous strong,
I ror'd Leontick, lost th' Aegyptian Tongue,
Though Beasts and Birds use several Dialects,
That less than Humane Voices have Defects,
Uttering Soul Dictates both more clear and brief,
Hatred and Love, Fear, Hope, their Joy and Grief;