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On his Grace the Duke of Hamilton's shooting an Arrow through the Neck of an Eel.

As from a Bow a fatal Flane,
Train'd by Apollo from the Main,
In Water pierc'd an Eel;
Sae may the Patriot's Power and Art,
Sic Fate to souple Rogues impart,
That drumble the Common-weal.
Tho' they, as ony Eels, are slid,
And thro' what's vile can scud,
A Bolt may reach them, tho' deep hid,
They sculk beneath their Mud.