Nay, scarce the aspick may with them contend,
On whom the charmer all in vaine applies
His skillful’st spells: aye, missing of his end,
While shee self-deaf, and unaffected lies.
Lord, crack their teeth, Lord, crush Thou these lions’ jawes,
Soe lett them sinck as water in the sand:
When deadly bow their aiming fury drawes,
Shiver the shaft, ere past the shooter’s hand.
So make them melt as the dishowsed snaile,
Or as the embrio, whose vitall band