Inflam’d with her report, the straggling rivulets strive So highly her to raise, that Ting (whose banks were blest By her beloved nymph dear Leman) which addrest And fully with herself determined before To sing the Danish spoils committed on her shore, When hither from the east they came in mighty swarms, Nor could their native earth contain their numerous arms, Their surcrease grew so great, as forced them at last To seek another soil, as bees do when they cast; And by their impious pride how hard she was bested, When all the country swam with blood of Saxons shed: This river, as I said, which had determin’d long The Deluge of the Danes exactly to have song, It utterly neglects; and studying how to do The Dert those high respects belonging her unto, Inviteth goodly Ex, who from her full-fed spring Her little Barlee hath, and Dunsbrook her to bring From Exmore; when she hath scarcely found her course, Than Creddy cometh in, and Forto, which inforce Her faster to her fall; as Ken her closely clips, And on her eastern side sweet Leman gently slips Into her widen’d banks, her Sovereign to assist; As Columb wins for Ex clear Wever and the Clist, Contributing their streams their mistress’ fame to raise. As all assist the Ex, so Ex consumeth these; Like some unthrifty youth, depending on the court, To win an idle name, that keeps a needless port; And raising his old rent, exacts his farmers’ store The landlord to enrich, the tenants wond’rous poor: Who having lent him theirs, he then consumes his own, That with most vain expense upon the Prince is thrown: So these, the lesser brooks, unto the greater pay; The greater, they again spend all upon the sea: As, Otrey (that her name doth of the otters take, Abounding in her banks,) and Ax, their utmost make To aid stout Dert, that dar’d Brute’s story to revive. For when the Saxon first the Britons forth did drive, Some up into the hills themselves o’er Severn shut: Upon this point of land for refuge others put, To that brave race of Brute still fortunate. For where Great Brute first disembark’d his wand’ring Trojans, there His offspring (after long expulst the inner land, When they the Saxon power no longer could withstand) Found refuge in their flight; where Ax and Otrey first Gave these poor souls to drink, opprest with grievous thirst. Here I’ll unyoke awhile, and turn my steeds to meat: The land grows large and wide: my team begins to sweat. NOTES. _From which he first was call’d the Hoar-rock in the wood._ That the ocean (as in many other places of other countries) hath eaten up much of what was here once shore, is a common report, approved in the Cornish name of St. Michael’s mount; which is Careg Cowz in Clowz, i. e. the Hoar-rock in the wood.[71] _And our Main-amber here, and Burien trophy_――――