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1Behold: this flying fish, with shining wings,
forth the swelling billows up she springs1,
3Thinking, but all in vain, to fly away,
4To hungry hawks and
kites2becomes a prey.
5Then down into the deep she dives again;
6But then her foes within the frothy
bonitos4) lie and
watch5, each hour,
8This helpless, harmless creature to devour.
9Let discontented spirits come and see
11So have I seen a
hart8with hounds oppressed,
12An arrow sticking in her quivering breast;
13If she goes on, her guiltless blood still flows;
14If she stands still, she falls amongst her foes.
15So have I known (O, sad)
the best of kings9
Ay me10, the thought of this such horror brings
17To my sad soul), his princely spirit posed
18In strange dilemmas, everywhere enclosed
19By his and
God’s depressed Israel’s foes11;
20In this great
his native side13he chose.
Perfidious Scot14, thou
this base plot15did’st lay;
Iscariot-like16thou didst thy
He18lost his life, but got a lasting
24Thus, being overcome, he overcame.
25Then patient be, though things fit not thy wish;
26Thou might’st have been king, hart, or flying fish.