Ascare he fled away, screaming in fear,
To see what wrath his simple tale had stirr’d.
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He flasht his pens, and sweeping widely round
Tower’d to air; so swift in all his way,
That whence he dived he there again was found
As soon as if he had but dipt for prey:
And now, or e’er he join’d his wailful flock,
Once more he stood upon the Sirens’ rock,
And preen’d his ruffl’d quills for fresh display.