“Which to secure, no skill of leach’s art Mote him availle, but to returne againe To his wound’s worker, that with lowly dart, Dinting his breast, had bred his restless paine, Like as the wounded whale to shore flies thro’ the maine.”
“Immense as whales, the motion of whose vast bodies can in a peaceful calm trouble the ocean till it boil.”
“What spermacetti is, men might justly doubt, since the learned Hosmannus in his work of thirty years, saith plainly, Nescio quid sit .”
“Like Spencer’s Talus with his modern flail He threatens ruin with his ponderous tail. … Their fixed jav’lins in his side he wears, And on his back a grove of pikes appears.”
“By art is created that