Brief, 'tis impaflible to joyn agen, Who Gods and Friends dcfpife, tremble at Men. To Heaven, the harmless Vegetive let grow, And Man incenfe not, he's a dangerous Foe, May our good Angels thofe celeftial Birds3 Who skreeking Eagles drove with flaming Swords From this warm Paradife, our State defend, 'Gainft all dire Fowl, from Stygian floods a/cend. This faid,th' Houfe thunders with difcording Notes This for the Swallow, that, the Linnet Votes; The major ftill the weaker part, decry The Swallows Counfel, bearing to the Sky The Linnet's Wifdom and high Eloquence; This Houfe by Reafon was not rul'd,but Senfe. They ad, that Line mall to perfe&ion grow, And make it Treafon to call Man a Foe. Soon fiery Sirius, joyn'd with Phoebus Raies., Faint Heats encreafed, with decreafing daies: W hen Ceres golden locks each where were morn, And Line in fafety to dry Houfes born. Then fad the Swallow, fearing future Fates, Whom Jove will ruin, he infatuates And ftraig;ht to Man he flys, and makes a Peace, The Articles they fign'd in brief were thefe, He grants him Chimneys for hisftately Neft, For which his Song muft calm Man's troubled Breaft. Mean while fine Threads are Spun of hatchel'd Flax And nothing for the Expedition lacks: The War grows hot; Fowlers both night and day, By their Commiffion thoufands take and flay. Here in vaft Fields, Nets colour'd like the Corn Do execution Evening and Morn ; Their Dogs, and ftalking-Horfes many fright Into the Snare, and Lowbels dreadful light; p 2 Eagles