101 Fa B: XL I. ' Of the RuftickandHercules. OThou that didft fo many Monfters kill And of twelve W Labours didft none ill, Help^if it be thy will. O thou that forc'd fire-fpitting Cacut Den, And got'ft thy Cattel then, Though mine I ner could haveagen. Alcides, thou that art the ftrongeft God, Help with thy long Arms out, and Shoulders broad My Wheels, which ftick up to the Nave in Mire: ' Ah! 'tis a mighty Load, Help,Idefire, Or here I will expire. In a deep Trad his Cart being lodg'd thus pray VI A lazy Swain to Hercules for Aid. When thus the Deity in a mighty Crack Of Thunder to the Ri/ftic{{pakc3 Then lying on his Back ; Fool, whip thy pamper'd Hor/es up the HilJ^ Thy Shoulder lay to th' Whecl3 And there ufe all thy Strength and Skill: Not only me whom now thou doft invoke, But then exped: a God at every Spoke To thyafliftance who offended be, When they implor'd mall look From Heaven, and fee A heavy Clown like thee, U)1he labour, of Hirtnh, were the Argument in which all the antient P"{,d,d luxuriate, briefly eSm- ^J *"' ' f'^-MlimntM pa. *n^'r?'MMf.rIberi Zmiutrifkx, nee firma tripltx , Cerbere, movit * V'f*t matm, validi frcf.fii, CorM4 -----Have I thisgain'd i*Mfiril: whMVTemple With strangers blood. That from the tart!) Farch. bred AITA lldd ? wbom c"ryni trjp|e nor th- Ar. ,, with her I