All other Kinds, whom Parent-Seas confine,
excell; that Race is all divine.
were Men, (Tradition hands the Tale)
Laborious Swains bred on the  Vale:
Transform'd by , and by  lov'd,
They all the Pleasures of the Deep improv'd.
When new-made Fish the God's Command obey'd,
Plung'd in the Waves, and untry'd Fins display'd,
No further Change relenting  wrought,
Nor have the  all the Man forgot;
The conscious Soul retains her former Thought.
When painful Throws, (for Twins the  bear)
And finish'd Time brings forth the Princely Pair,
They round their Parent frisk, sport by her Side;
Oft in her Mouth the little Wantons hide.
She glad receives, with watchful Eye attends,
Directs their Motions, and from Harm defends;
Exulting leaps, and feels the Mother's Joy,
When with close Kiss she hugs the dandled Boy.
Then suckling gives to each the swelling Breast,
By partial Heav'n with Gifts uncommon blest.
The  Paps a luscious Milk produce,
Hourly distending with secreted Juice.
But when her Young are grown to just Encrease,
And stronger Fins can wrestle with the Seas,
She to more useful Arts directs the Way,
And shows to vault the Waves, and chace the Prey.