The Mine is sprung, and a large Breach is made, Whereat strong Troops of Warring Seas invade; These overflow; Where Houses stood and Grass did grow, All sorts of Fish resort: They had Dominions large enough before, But now unbounded by the Shoar, They o're the Tops of Houses sport. The Watry Fry their Legions do extend, And for the new slain Prey contend; Within the Houses now they roam, Into their Foe, the very Kitchen, come. One does the Chimney-hearth assail, Another slaps the Kettle with his slimy Tail. No Image there of Death is seen, No Cook-maid does obstruct their Sway, They have entirely got the day. Those who have once devour'd been By Mankind, now on Man do Feed: Thus Fate decides, and steps between, And sometimes gives the Slave the Victors meed. The Beauteous Virgins whom the Gods might love, Cou'd not the Curse of Heav'n remove; Their goodness might for Crimes Atone, Inexorable Death spares none. Their tender Flesh lately so plump and good, Is now made Fishes and Sea-monsters Food; In vain they cry, Heav'n is grown Deaf, and no Petition hears, Their Sighs are answer'd like their Lovers Pray'rs, They in the Universal Ruin lye. VI. Nor is inexorable Fate content To ruine one poor Town alone; More Mischief by the Blow is done: Death's on a farther Message sent. When Fate a Garrison does Sack, The very Suburbs do partake Of Martial Law, Its Forces draw To every Mountain, Field and Wood, They Ravage all the Neighbourhood. Worse than the weak Assaults of Steel, Its Instruments of Death all places feel. They undiscover'd, like fell Poison kill, Its Warriours fierce, The Earth, the Air, and Men do pierce; And mounted, fight upon the winged Winds. Here a great Mountain in a Valley's thrown, And there a Valley to a Mountain grown. The very Breath of an incensed God, Makes even proud _Olympus_ Nod. Chang'd is the Beauty of the fruitful Isle, And its fair Woods lopp'd for its Funeral Pile. The moving Earth forms it self in Waves, And Curls its Surface like the Rowling Seas; Whilst Man (that little thing) so vainly Raves, Nothing but Heaven can its own Wrath appease. VII.