forces at their best,
Hostile to hostile winter's frost and snow;
There, all their toils and labours stand confessed,
There, never looked-for energy they show;
So, from the Lusitanians to avert
Their horrid Fate, the nymphs their power exert.

Thus, as in some sequestered sylvan mere
The frogs (the Lycian people formerly),
If that by chance some person should appear
While out of water they incautious be,
Awake the pool by hopping here and there,
To fly the danger which they deem they see,
And gathering to some safe retreat they know,
Only their heads above the water show--So fly the Moors.

E'en as when o'er the parching flame there glows
A flame, which may from some chance cause ignite,
(All while the whistling, puffing Boreas blows),
Fanned by the wind sets all the growth alight,
The shepherd's group, lying in their repose
Of quiet sleep, aroused in wild afright
At crackling flames that spread both wide and high,
Gather their goods and to the village fly;
So doth the Moor.

E'en as the daisy which once brightly smiled,
Plucked by unruly hands before its hour,
And harshly treated by the careless child,
All in her chaplet tied with artless power.
Droops, of its colour and its scent despoiled,
So seems this pale and lifeless damsel flower;
The roses of her lips are dry and dead,
With her sweet life the mingled white and red.

The following simile reminds us of the far-fetched comparison of
Apollonios Rhodios[11]:

As the reflected lustre from the bright
Steel mirror, or of beauteous crystal fine,
Which, being stricken by the solar light,
Strikes back and on some other part doth shine;
And when, to please the child's vain curious sight,
Moved o'er the house, as may his hand incline,
Dances on walls and roof and everywhere,
Restless and tremulous, now here now there,
So did the wandering judgment fluctuate.

He says of Diana:

And, as confronted on her way she pressed,
So beautiful her form and bearing were,
That everything that saw her love confessed,
The stars, the heaven, and the surrounding air.

The Indus and Ganges are personified in stanza xiv. 74, the Cape in
v. 50.

His time references are mostly mixed up with ancient mythology:

As soon, however, as the enamelled morn
O'er the calm heaven her lovely looks outspread,
Opening to bright Hyperion, new-born,
Her purple portals as he raised his head,