As when the stagnate Blood corrupting breeds
The putrid Sore, and glowing Ulcer feeds;
The dusky Leeches drain the noisome Food,
And give new Motion to the clotted Blood;
Curl up their Backs, and swell their bloated Sides,
And by strong Suction force the streaming Tides;
But when the long continu'd Pleasures cloy,
Senseless they fall, and dizzy with the Joy.
Thus  hung around the  twine,
Rivet their Teeth, nor will the Part resign.
When fed the weary  they release;
Disperse themselves, and drive along the Seas.
The Royal Fish, from hostile Numbers freed,
Resumes his Vigour, and exerts his Speed,
Furious he dashes round the broken Waves,
Devours whole Shoals and grinds the gasping Slaves.
The reeking Blood shines on the redden'd Ooze,
And blushing Waves their smiling Azure lose.
Flight or Resistance now no longer save,
But in Return they feel the Wounds they gave.