“ ‘Here nature living fountains opes; and there Seals up the wombs, where living fountains were: Or earthquakes stop their ancient course, and bring Diverted streams to feed a distant spring. So Lycus, swallow’d up, is seen no more, But far from thence knocks out another door. Thus Erasmus dives; and blind in earth Runs on, and gropes his way to second birth, Starts up in Argos’ meads, and shakes his locks Around the fields, and fattens all the flocks. So Mysus by another way is led, And, grown a river, now disdains his head; Forgets his humble birth, his name forsakes, And the proud title of Caicus takes. Large Amenane, impure with yellow sands, Runs rapid often, and as often stands; And here he threats the drunken fields to drown; And there his dugs deny to give their liquor down.