The river yet gave one instruction more ; And, from the rotting fifh and unconcocted gore (Which was but water just before), A loathfome hoft was quickly made, That fcal'd the banks, and with loud noife did. all the country' invade. As Nilus when he quits his facred bed With welcome presents in his hand) To kill their noifome enemies ; From th' unexhaufted fource ftill new recruits arife.. The temples and the palaces, Nor Pharaoh, nor his gods, they fear; The water thus her wonders did produce; As But both were to no use; yet the forcerers' mimic power ferv'd for excuse. "Try what the earth will do," said God, and lo! They ftrook the earth a fertile blow, And And all the duft did strait to ftir begin; One would have thought some sudden wind 't had been; But lo! 'twas nimble life was got within! And all the little springs did move, And every dust did an arm'd vermin prove, Of an unknown and new-created kind, Such as the magic-gods could neither make nor find. The wretched fhameful Foe allow'd no reft Either to man or beast. Not Pharaoh from th' unquiet plague could be, This was God's hand; and 'twas but just, Lo! the third element does his plagues prepare, And march in bodies infinite; In vain 'tis day above, 'tis ftill beneath them night. And different arms they bore; And fome, like Scythians, liv'd on blood, And some on green, and some on flowery food; And Accaron, the airy prince, led on this various hoft. Houses fecure not men, the populous ill Did all the houses fill: The country all around Did with the cries of tortur'd cattle found; And wifh'd the plague that was t' enfue. From poisonous stars a mortal influence came And pining pains, and shivering sweats, Sink, and prevent the lifted blow: The generous horfe from the full manger turns his head, Does his lov'd floods and pastures fcorn, Hates the thrill trumpet and the horn, Nor can his lifeless noftril please With the once-ravishing smell of all his dappled mistreffes: They bleat their innocent fouls out into air; [reed. Th' astonish'd fhepherd weeps, and breaks his tuneful Thus did the beafts for man's rebellion die; God did on man a gentler medicine try, And a Disease, for Phyfic, did apply. Warm Warm ashes from the furnace Mofes took; Both which the miniftering winds around all Egypt bear. As gentle western blasts with downy wings, Hatching the tender fprings,. To th' unborn buds with vital whispers fay, "Ye living buds, why do ye stay?” The paffionate buds break through the bark their way: So, wherefoe'er this tainted wind but blew, Swelling pains and ulcers grew ;. It from the body call'd all fleeping poisons out, A noisome spring of fores, as thick as leaves, did sprout. Heaven itself is angry next; (Woe to man, when Heaven is vext!) And murmur'd first in an imperfect found : Till Mofes, lifting up his hand, Waves the expected fignal of his wand; And all the full-charg'd clouds in ranged fquadrons move, And fill the fpacious plains above ; Through which the rolling thunder first does play, opens wide the tempeft's noisy way. And And And ftrait a ftony shower Of monftrous Hail does downwards pour, Nor afk'd aid from the thunder's stroke ; The difmal lightnings all around, Some flying through the air, fome running on the ground, Some swimming o'er the water's face, Fill'd with bright horror every place : One would have thought, their dreadful day to have seen, The very hail, and rain itself, had kindled been. The infant corn, which yet did fcarce appear, Escap'd this general maffacre Of every thing that grew, And the well-stor'd Egyptian year Began to cloathe her fields and trees anew. [blew, When lo! a fcorching wind from the burnt countries And endless legions with it drew Gave with large bounty to the thankful foil, The |