Glaucus and Scylla

Repuls'd by Scylla, Love-Sick Glaucus flies
To try what Pow'r in Crice's Magick lies.
And now at length, to Flaming AEtna came,
AEtna and he Burnt with an equal Flame.
Thence, soon arriv'd at the design'd abode,
The […] Enchantress welcomes there the God.
To whom in moving Words his Flames he proves,
And sadly thus Reveals his slighted Loves.
'Twas Scylla's Beauty rais'd my fond desires,
And in the Waters kindled raging Fires.
On a high Rock close to the Seas she stood,
And cast her Eyes down tow'rds the rising Flood.
There first I saw her, there I Lov'd her too,
Courted, she fled, nor could I fast pursue,
So, to implore your aid, I came to you.
This favour, Goddess, you may soon confer,
Quench not my Fires, but raise the like in her.
To whom thus Circe speaks with taking Air,
Be well assur'd you may enjoy the fair.
I, sprung from Sol, to your Embraces run,
With Radiant Charms, bright as my Parent Sun.
Meet her who seeks thee, her, who flies thee, shun.
Thus let thy fairer suppliant's Pray'rs be heard,
My Love must sure be to her […] prefer'd.
Glaucus replies to her who Courts him so,
First shady Groves shall on the Billows grow.
Birds thro' the Seas, Fish thro' the plains shall move,
E'er I, while Scylia lives, estrange my Love.
Know then, she Crys, I shall not tamely […]
Your proud repulse, nor fall to vain Despair,
No, there's a Beauty you to me prefer,
To ruin thee, […] be reveng'd on her.
Thence, utt'ring Charms, strait to a Sandy Bay,
In hast she flies; there Beauteous Scylla lay.
Sad Glaucus too towards the shore return'd,
His Mistress, chang'd into a Rock, he Mourn'd,
Circe refus'd, and still for Scylla Burn'd.