On the Head of a Stag.

SO we some antique Hero's strength
Learn by his Launces weight and length;
As these vast beams express the beast,
VVhose shady brows alive they drest:
Such Game, while yet the world was new,
The mighty Nimrod did pursue.
VVhat Huntsman of our feeble Race,
Or Dogs, dare such a Monster chase?
Resembling with each blow he strikes
The charge of a whole Troop of Pikes.
O fertile Head, which every year
Could such a crop of wonder bear!
The teeming earth did never bring
So soon, so hard, so hugh a thing;
Which, might it never have been cast,
Each years growth added to the last,
These lofty Branches had supply'd
The Earths bold Son's prodigious Pride;
Heaven with these Engines had been scal'd,
When Mountains heap'd on▪ Mountains fail'd.