Fear His Troops attentive to these Words give Ear. Come Fellow-Soldiers in so just a Cause You Champions for your Country and its Laws Pursue the glorious Course you have begun And finish what 's remaining to be done The Steps of your Great Predecessors tread Where-ever Danger does invite I 'll lead All Europe waits the Issue of this Field The Britans cannot to Hybernians yield Behold the Foes that now in Arms appear They late your Vassals all and Servants were Religion and your Rights provoke you on And Vict'ry waits with Laurels of Renown Now Trumpets Clangors the Beat of Drums All other little Noises overcome In Intervals the Horses Neighings far Proclaim the Musick of approaching War On either Side the teeming Cannon play And dismal Flashes unseen Deaths convey The speaking Gaps in Squadrons tell the Fate Of slaughter'd Ranks and the sad Woe relate Here Bodies piece-meal o'er the Field are strew'd And lie dissected in a Sea of Blood Arms Legs and Thighs confus'd in Heaps are found And with dishonest Burdens pave the Ground Here one disbowell'd gives an hideous Groan And as he sighs Life thro' the Wound is gone There scatter'd Brains with Blood polluted lie And shatter'd Sculls around in pieces fly The Cries and Groans of wounded dying Men Mix'd with the Clash sad Harmony maintain Whatever Tragick Fancies can suppose Those impious Scenes this Battel does disclose To closer Fight Augustus leads them on His awful Sword like distant Lightning shone He on his Courser plunges in the Flood The Crystal Streams were soon distain'd with Blood Close by his Side his valiant Warriours fall Yet others still succeed and fill the Wall The Britans no Incitements need to move They forward all to guard their Monarch strove In spite of Waves and Banks and armed Foes He forward press'd and plunges thro' the Ouze He gains the Shore his waving Plumes appear And strike his Foes aghast with Pain and Fear The Macedonian thus the Granic pass'd Whilst Vict'ry pearch'd upon his streaming Crest Whilst flying Nations quit th' ignoble Field And to his Arms prevailing Homage yield It 's now the Tug of Battel but begins Now clashing Swords and Peals of Volleys ring Now Regiment with Regiment does meet In uncouth horrid Complements they greet Granado Fuses hiss and burn in Air Then burst and ev'ry Piece a Ruine bears The Sword and ev'ry Instrument of War Are fully gorg'd with Blood and surfeit here Augustus ' midst this dang'rous Havock stands And with a steady Conduct all commands He waves his Sword and leads them to the Charge They thro' their broken Files their Way enlarge Wheree'er he sees recoiling Troops give way He rallies them again to stand the Day Rais'd by his Courage new Assaults they dare And alter streight the pallid Face of War Whilst he in Heat of Battel thus proceeds And stuns his frighted Foes with Martial Deeds Upon his Shoulder he receives a Wound The flowing Blood defiles him all around Large was the Breach the missive Engine made His faithful Guards till then were ne'er afraid But now they fear to see their Prince's Blood Descend in Streams and form a Crimson Flood This Wound the more his Fury did excite Fiercely he charges and renews the Fight Caesario saw the waning Field was lost His staggering Troops disorder'd quit their Posts The best the bravest of his Men lay slain And faintly all the rest the Fight maintain Whilst fresh Reserves Augustus Forces join But his speak loud their Fears and half decline He sounds Retreat and his glad Troops obey Augustus claims the Trophies of the Day Here had he not restrain'd his Conqu'ring Pow'r Hybernian Brains had form'd a Bog all o'er The Plunder of the Field each Soldier shares And Quarter 's order'd to the Prisoners The Wounded in the Hospitals they place And Aesculapius Sons afford them Ease They in their Art as eminent appear As the Battalions train'd in Rules of War Balsamick Compounds in the Stores are found To answer each Intention of a Wound Now all the Joys that Laurell'd Conquests yield That Heroes gather in a Crimson Field Augustus reaps from this successful Day And darting Glories thro' the Camp displays When streight he 's told of an important Loss How ' mongst the Slain was found Great Fabius Disguis'd with Wounds and Blood extended dead With Piles of slaughter'd Foes around him spread Augustue with a Sigh his Fate bemoans For ne'er had Soul been form'd so like his own The Pompous Rites of Fun'ral they prepare Wreath him in Laurel and the Spoils of War Streight to Augustus Court Expresses came This grateful News of Victory proclaim The joyful Youth with Bonfires warm the Skie And fiery Rockets mount and burst on high These Tidings stunn'd the Malecontents at home In this Defeat too clear they saw their Doom To close Cabals they 're summon'd all to meet Of new Designs and Enterprizes treat Their hopeful Int'rest in Hybernia's lost Their Projects all in that Affair were cross'd They send Dispatches streight to Gaul away To court their Navy to dispute the Sea If by Surprize they cou'd our Fleet destroy No Transports then the Army cou'd supply Their Rising Sun might brave it o'er the Main And they 'd retrieve all they had lost again Mean time Augustus Army marches on And all our Cities the Great Conqu'ror own The Brave Deliv'rer's Praises celebrate And each again possess'd his Ancient Seat Thus far his banish'd Subjects are restor'd And owe their Safeties to their Leading Lord. Caesario routed quits Hybernia's Land But to his Gen'rals leaves his last Commands To make the War defensive at their Home Till large Supplies did to their Succour come But if the Foe by fresh Attempts press'd on To Man their Strong Holds defend each Town That thus they might the Enemy sustain And try once more their Fate the next Campaign One Garrison they held well mann'd strong Where Shannon's Streams in Murmurs lave along The strongest that Hybernia's Kingdom knows And bold Resistance oft had shewn the Foes Its Works employ'd each skilful Engineer All Sons of Art expert in Rules of War Thick Walls the Cities Circuits round command And Bastions at convenient Distance stand Deep Trenches Pales of sharpn'd Wood secur'd That Men on Duty seem'd to be Immur'd Their mounted Guns dismaying Prospects yield And scour around the low adjoining Fields No ancient Forts cou'd with this Strength compare So much they have improv'd the Art of War But as in Herbs which noxious Juices fill A Counter-poyson still the Venom kills Augustus by a Train as dreadful knows To make Approaches and reduce his Foes They had consider'd where their Weakness lay And on what Side they were expos'd a Prey Too well the Strength of our Artill'ry's known If we before this Garrison sat down No Humane Pow'r cou'd save the sinking Town Our Conqu'ring Army now the Place surround The chearful Pioneers break up the Ground Our Batt'ring Pieces on the March were near
Cant prevails the kindl'd Beacons blaze A specious Harangue spoken w th a Patriots grace But now a loftier Flight their Pinions soar They 'l claw their Conscience as their Chests before How can the Christians mute and stupid stand View such Pollutions stain the Holy Land What uncouth Gods at Court they now adore More hideous far than late at Rome before They 've laid a Basis for a Babels Pile And scatter sad Confusion thro' the Isle Was e'er Religion in Contempt like this They 've shot a Random-Bolt and aim'd amiss With Grief the Land will this Devotion mourn Already ev'n to Rome they now return The murm'ring Tribes of Desart-Wilds complain And covet Egypts Onyons once again They backwards look with a relenting Eye Once more desirous of their Slavery Some Pious Souls in this wild Breach must stand And stop impending Ruine from the Land They vainly of a Reformation boast If we reform no more the Nation 's lost Their Hierarchy's an undigested Thing As loose its Canons as in Vice its King Ah! where 's its Purity its Primitive Force They 're as before or chang'd from bad to worse They 're not enough from impious Rome remov'd This Zeal by you must further be improv'd Or Christian Piety will soon decay Or they 'll to Antichrist become an easie Prey You as the Stars i' th' Galaxy must shine You the true Puritans you all Divine Go to let 's set our Shoulders to the Lead Let 's cultivate this Vineyard of the Lord. It 's ominous they say when Wolves unfold Strange Mysteries and teach the trembling Fold What will not Interest with mistaken Zeal Affect or dare The Bait does seldom fail This Holy Gloss fair Entertainment finds And sows Dissenting Seeds in wav'ring Minds The baneful Hemlock scatters o'er the Shore Which still an impious Race of Fools devour Their undiscerning Heads begin to stray And in Confusion quit the beaten Way Thus crafty Gen'rals when they 'd storm a Town And make the stubborn Citadel their own With cunning Feints draw off the potent Foe Divide their Arms then give the conq'ring Blow Oh foolish Albion whither dost thou run Eager for Fate and hot to be undone To thy Destruction and unguarded Tool Cully'd to Foreign Streams thy Thirst to cool Ev'n Manna cloys and such Celestial Food Thou tempt'st the very Patience of a God And into Serpents turn'st thy Moses Rod. Shoals of unthinking Fry these Anglers caught And reap an Harvest larger than their Thought They wave their Sickles in the burden'd Field New Barns and new Repositories build They join their Voices with the giddy Crowd And ' midst the noisie Mobb they bellow'd loud This Game secur'd sublimer Flights they take Our Gentry and our Nobles they infect These where a Court-Preferment is deny'd Or any other Curb that checks their Pride Disgusts to Persons or in private Things Turn them to Malecontents against the King Besides of Parties to be stil'd an Head Surnam'd a Champion and their Force to lead There 's something in 't that courts ambitious Eye A Shade or Emblem it 's of Majesty Desire of Rule 's the Birthright of the Mind The Load-stone that attracts all Humane Kind They need no more the Rockets mount the Air High as they fly they build their Castles there How quick these Machins with the Wyre-works move They curse the King with Blasphemies to Jove Impiety and Treason now they bawl The Goverment of Church and State must fall There 's no Reprieve the Malefactors die Severe enough their Crimes no Remedy Not Gileads Balm cou'd give Relief in this Together both must suffer both remiss For Arms the pregnant Multitude prepare Dissenting Nobles head the Beasts to War Alike their Cause a woful Ruine comes Alike they 're both prepar'd to sign each others Dooms And now Romes Musick rattles thro' the Isle Our Albions Blood does Albions Fields defile The Britans meet each other in the Field Make Death familiar but untaught to yield The fertile Plains manur'd with English Gore Produce a tinctur'd Crop unknown before Heroes on either Side for War they stood And bid Definance to each others Blood Pity such Souls resolv'd shou'd thus engage A Curse on Rome for this and this Phanatic Rage The Royal Party does at last retire Makes its Retreat in Dust and Smoak and Fire So after Twelve laborious noble Toils Th' Olympic Heroe raves and raving falls On Oetas Mount his fatal Hour he found He fell with ruin'd Oaks and stately Trees around But stay my Muse relate the blackest Scene That yet the World e'er saw or must again The Best of Kings of Men ignobly slain So the retreating Sun does disappear And gilds with bloody Streaks the Hemisphere The drowsie Poppy shrivel'd up his Head Droop'd at the Sight and in a Sleep fell dead Th' astonish'd Herds o'er all the Plains did rove And in disorder'd Terrors told their Love The Echo's moan'd and sigh'd in ev'ry Grove No Laurels now wou'd in Britannia stand But Woods of Cypress crowd in ev'ry Hand Heav'ns Eye as tho' asham'd to see the Sight In Royal Azure mourn'd and skreen'd the Light The Christian Heroe fell their Sacrifice What Expiatory Off'ring can suffice A Train of captiv'd Martyrs now succeed A Loyal Guard does with their Sov'reign bleed So Days bright Lord does from our Sight retire Sinks in Abyss of Night and all its Beams expire Too brave too just for Crimes these Nobles fall And on that barb'rous Age a Blush entail Our Prelates hurry'd to untimely End Their injur'd Lord and these great Minds attend They stain with flowing Blood the guilty Stage And Stephen-like forgive the impious Age. One Victim's slaughter'd from the Eagle's Nest Daring and as Heroick as the Best Too noble Thoughts possess'd his Warlike Soul To join the Scepter with the Brewer's Bowl He fell bemoan'd in an unhallow'd Town Like the Great Martyr he his Blood laid down One Worthy let our Numbers recommend True to his King his Country and his Friend This Christian Soldier in the Heat of War Was both to Mars and to Apollo dear His Learning and his Courage did afford An equal Aid he fought with Pen and Sword Rome and Geneva were alike to him The Foes were adequate alike the Theme Let Latham be a Witness of his Fame And Bolton tremble at his awful Name The surly Foe besieg'd a Country-house A Heroine and Heroe they enclose The Walls were slender and the Works but young But all within was Proof and all was strong They shelter'd all beneath his Warlike Care The Garrison ne'er trembl'd at the War The Soldiers few yet faithful to their Head They knew no Odds when his great Conduct led A noisie Mortar did loud Ruine threat And in the Air proclaim'd approaching Fate No known Defence cou'd guard th' impending Blow It scatter'd sure Destruction all below He sallies and the bold Invader flies Within the Gates he bears the ravish'd Prize Succeeding actions still advance his Fame He in
manage well the War Things thus prepar'd they press it fiercely on And with exalted Steps their Race they run Th'Establish'd Church is now the Object grown Of all their Hate the Envy of the Throne That very Church who like a Fortress stood And stemm'd the Rage of each Fanatick Flood Whose blasted Laurels with the Martyr fell A Sacrifice to a distracted Zeal That Church which long with Caesar's Fortune mourn'd With him it suffer'd and with him return'd That very Church to whom Caesario owes The Royalties that now adorn his Brows Who plac'd the King on his Imperial Seat In spite of Storms and each opposing Fate Whose just Defence he promis'd to espouse ' Gainst all th' Efforts and Insults of its Foes That Church must now receive its dated Doom It 's order'd thus at Court it 's so decreed at Rome To compass this he courts his baffl'd Foes On them redundant Favours he bestows No Acts of Grace these Minions are deny'd Darlings at Court Caesario's Joy and Pride How soon they 'd cancell'd all their guilty Score How chang'd this Landskip from the Western shore From Gaols Gibbets freed they spread the Land And Places of the highest Trust command Dissenters were the Nations Curse before Still Romish Tools Romes Idols to restore They hugg'd themselves and thought this smiling Sun Dispens'd its Beams to cherish them alone Achates was from Bus'ness banish'd far His goodly Beams abscond and disappear He like a Star of the First Magnitude Is shadow'd by an interposing Cloud How diff'rent now the Days from Caesar's Time To be Caesario's Friend was then a Crime Unjustly then the Statesman was confin'd Because they thought him to his Int'rest kind A num'rous Train of Articles they form Their Shafts pursue him like a winged Storm His steady Innocence of Proof was found Invulnerable he they cou'd not wound When six revolving Suns the Zodiack past Return'd yet saw the Heroe unreleast But all his Counsels were for Albion's Good He always firm to Honours Dictates stood Let 's leave Achates in his ancient Seat Awaiting there a more indulgent Fate Tho' silent there he lay his open Ear Heard all the News his Thoughts employ'd with Care Now sev'ral Orders of their Priests appear And in our Towns and Cities Altars rear They crowd upon us in a num'rous Throng Traverse the Land and bring their Gods along They gilded well their florid Harangues o'er And slily teach It was mistake before They held no Doctrines Impious as we 're told Our Prelates mingl'd Tinsel with their Gold But after all few Proselytes they win Their Chappels crowded but their Vot'ries thin Stripes upon Stripes Caesario's Fury lays He gives the Word the Subjects must obey There 's no Excuse must plead their guilty Cause In vain they challenge and appeal to Laws Himself the Law does their Instruction bring Or they must find the Terror of a King The Muses Seats his Mandates first invade He 'll make his chief Attack at th' Fountains Head Apollo's Sons unite the Tempest stand They truckle not to an unjust Command Illegal Orders no Impressions made More deference they to Oaths and Conscience paid Their College Statutes were to them a Rule Nor cou'd an Arbitrary Word controul Since Thunder cou'd not Lightning must perform From these brave Souls their Honors all were torn They 'r wounded tho' not vanquish'd by the Storm That Count of High Commission did appear Just like a Comet blazing in the Air That Death and Ruine all around does throw And fills with teeming Ills the World below But now a Master-piece of Romish Rage And Folly comes and startles all the Age Sev'n Living Martyrs from their Temples tore In Prison thrown unusual Fetters bore Because Rome's Idols they cou'd not adore Such Contradictions they cou'd not maintain As render'd all Religion dull and vain They cou'd not think that an Eternal Mind That rules the various Fates of Humane Kind To whom the Heavens bow at whose Command Man like himself cou'd think and upright stand Form'd from a wild Abyss They cou'd not think this mighty Deity On his own Altar cou'd entombed lie They cou'd not think that Jesus dy'd before He on the cursed Tree those Tortures bore For when he spoke those gen'ral Words it 's plain The senseless Bread did not the God contain They cou'd not think he was design'd a Feast To be devoured by an impious Priest Or that those Viands were deliver'd down As the Identick Flesh of the Almighty's Son Howe'er the Scandal of the Bar they bear Which makes their Innocence the more appear Their Innocence their rigid Judges awes They turn'd their Advocates plead their Cause All Heads at work to bring the People o'er To chuse such Members as wou'd all devour Such Men our awful Council must compose As were before prepar'd the Kingdoms Foes Their Actions all Illegal fill the Land Where they cou'd not cajole they did command Had they proceeded thus their Prize to gain The Law it self had by a Law been slain These loud Alarms thro' all the Nation fly They cou'd no longer look with partial Eyes Those very People who indulg'd the Throne And represented well whate'er was done Now stunn'd with Horror can excuse no more They cannot vindicate it as before If e'er Religion did or cou'd invite Its Proselytes in its just Cause to fight If ever Christians were to wear the Sword And draw it to defend the Sacred Word As a familiar Text seems t' intimate To guard their Doctrines from the Pagan Hate No shriller Cries cou'd call us forth to Arms Our Foes cou'd never give more bold Alarms We rather still on Pray'rs than War intent Our Hopes were stretch'd e'en to the last extent From humble Minds our offer'd Incense flies With holy Violence we storm the Skies With meek Addresses supplicate the King Petitions no Redress nor Succour bring From Rome's Cabals still further Insults come Too sure alas we saw approaching Doom So when the thickning Clouds obscure the Air And dusky Curtains skreen the Hemisphere The Swains their conscious trembling Herds infold And guard them all securely in the Hold. But to conclude and perfect the Design In one uncommon Project they combine To give the last great Stroke to all they 've done And boldly finish what was thus begun Now let the Muse by Reason's Dictates steer And let the Case be stated plain and clear Let 's make a Search with an unerring Eye View each Retreat of this deep Mystery Ten thousand Joys the pregnant Queen proclaim It almost bursts the Cheeks of lab'ring Fame Seraphick Hymns sound loud in ev'ry Ear And suming Incense covers all the Air. The Queen 's conceiv'd was ev'ry Courtier 's Theme The News is still repeated still the same These wondrous Tidings eager they devour Wait with impatient Zeal the future Hour Yet this Report did diff'rent Impress make In various Minds the quick Alarm they take With curious Ken behind the Veil they pry This question'd Truth
certain News relate And give a true Account of ev'ry State The Strength and Numbers of their Troops he knew And of his own he takes exact Review For open Fight they too unequal were Their Odds too disproportionate appear So he resolves on a Defensive War Within a League of them a Villa stood And by it curles along a murm'ring Flood A Pass convenient to secure the Land Which his victorious Army did command And near adjoining lies an useful Bay Hither Provision's daily brought by Sea The Transport-Vessels here at Anchor ride Await their Orders and the Camp supply'd He mounts of strong Artillery a Train And rising Works that wou'd a Storm sustain His Engineers their num'rous Hands employ They regularly entrench and fortifie Parties piqueering round for Forage go And often meet and bicker with the Foe Lodg'd here secure it 's now resolv'd to stay Until the Foe to Quarters leads the Way Of all the num'rous Nations that await Augustus Arms and tempt a Martial Fate Some Gallic Subjects by a Prince severe Forc'd from their Homes receive Protection here Listed in Forms of War he entertains They serve beneath his Standard this Campaign With these distress'd Reform'd some Natives come Mash'd closely all true Votaries of Rome These with the Foe compact a black Design Confederate in the Treachery they join In Dead of Night when silent Sleep invades The drowsie Camp and covers all with Shades They on the Out-guard posted wou'd receive Caesario's Troops and all to Ruine give Yet to disguise and counterfeit it close They 'd entertain them loud with Fire and Noise Safely they might approach no Ball was there That wou'd a Death convey all Smoak and Air. This Treason to the Gen'ral is disclos'd Their hated Corps on Gibbets are expos'd This Project baffl'd startl'd high the Foes And all their settl'd Measures overthrows Howe'er for once they draw out on the Hills And ev'ry little Vale their Squadrons fills Bravado all it only threatn'd War A Martial Landskip moving from afar But now the Muse must sing a woful Scene Of British Heroes that lay dead not slain Those Men whom open Dangers ne'er deterr'd Who Death above a Vassalage preferr'd They now before a Foe resistless fall Without a Wound they find a Funeral A Winters Camp the Season all severe Clouds rise aloft and gather in the Air On Points of Mountains burst and scatter wide In Deluges and form a constant Tide Perpetual Showers the dying Men bemoan From ev'ry Sphere there issu'd forth a Groan This Execution's wondrous from the Skies Like Crocodiles they weep yet with their Tears destroy Death made sad Carnage and a cruel Spoil The sick'ning Soldiers die in Rank and File Their putrid Corps expos'd offend the Eye And ghastly Heaps in Tents entombed lie Those very Tents which late their Shelters were Officiously become their Sepulchers They fall in Numbers and deform the Field The Fields a sad inhumane Harvest yield Death in its Slaughters no Distinction makes The Soldier with his Officer it takes From this Campaign they both together go To take up Quarters in the Shades below Provision fails forbid by adverse Winds Sickness before and Famine press'd behind Distempers rage beyond the Power of Art No Drugs no Compounds can Relief impart Here no establish'd Methods cou'd prevail For what cou'd Physick do where Life did fail Where no Convenience for the Sick was found But Millions of Disasters all surround No Order here in Obsequies was shewn Piles heap'd on Piles in hollow Caves were thrown And many a Carcase scatter'd here and there Was Food for Wolves and Birds that wing in Air. Thus Ruine reign'd with Arbitrary Pow'r These Wars of Heav'n and not the Sword devour Ah! who can tell the Number of his Days The Universe th' Almighty's Nod obeys An armed Host but slender Guard affords When Heav'n incens'd draws its vindictive Sword The Foe cou'd make no Market of our Ills The same Destruction all his Quarters fills He first from Field removes we next attend And so this heavy sad Encampment ends Of all our Army scarce one Third remains Our Rolls cou'd scarce compleat Five thousand Men With these weak Pow'rs we all the North secure And ev'ry hostile bold Attack endure Whate'er Assaults they make are all in vain They all the Toil and all the Loss sustain Unto Augustus Fabius sends Express Acquaints him with his Loss and his Success How few his little Army did compose And how he lay obnoxious to his Foes Recruits were sent his Army to relieve Untill Augustus did himself arrive He 'd come attended with a Warlike Train And in Hybernia finish a Campaign Mean time Caesario sends to Gaul for Aid Vast Stores prepar'd and pow'rful Levies made Some fam'd Commanders that had won Renown In Wars supported by the Gallick Crown Are hither sent to manage this Affair And Head Hybernia's Natives to the War The Season's come which Mars's Off-spring warms And calls the Valiant forth to shine in Arms In verdant Fields when haughty Steeds can feed Their Strength renew'd they 're fiery to invade And bear their Riders on with rapid speed Two potent Armies Rival Kings lead on One to regain and one to keep a Throne More glorious Scenes of War were ne'er display'd The Sword an ampler Harvest never had Not sounding Fame has greater Actions told Of Captains that surviv'd in Years of old Not Caesar's War on large Pharsalia's Plains Which Lucan sings in strong and lofty Strains Exceeds the Deeds of these two Rival-Foes Nor more Heroick Enterprizes shows One with Revenge and vast Ambition's Fire His ravish'd Crown and Scepter does aspire Confederate with Gaul espous'd by Rome By Dint of War resolves to overcome A Train of Glories on this Side invite And press Augustus forwards to the Fight Religion Laws and wrong'd Britannia's Cries Inspire the Heroe on to gain the Prize These pompous Sights the God of War beheld And for a while stood Neuter in the Field Caesario's Army by a Rivers side Strongly entrench'd Augustus does abide Th' Assailant hazards when he storms the Foe Makes his Approach and gives th'assaulting Blow Caesario at the Head of all his Men A short and pithy Harangue thus began You faithful Followers that espouse my Side And hitherto an adverse Fate have try'd Your Troubles all will center here this Day Pursue the Chace as Fortune leads the way Your Country long has been oppress'd by Fate Redress its Wrongs its Freedoms vindicate Once more a just Possession strive to take Remember this for all your All 's at stake Our ancient Forms of Worship we 'll restore And Heresie we 'll banish from the Shore Your Courage only can Relief afford Your Safety is impendent on the Sword Th' Hybernians shout their moving Ranks prepare To Man their Works and meet the Shock of War Augustus mounted rides thro' all the Lines A Martial Ardour in his Visage shines His sparkling Eyes like darting Rays appear Dispell whatever looks like Dread or