Thou, Xanthus, thou Neaera's chains didst wear;Ask Achelous who his horns did drub,Straight he complains of Hercules's club.For Calydon, for all AetoliaWas then contested such outrageous fray!It neither was for gold, nor yet for fee;Dejanira, it was all for thee.E'en Nile so rich, that rolls thro' sev'n wide doors,And uppish over all his country scours,For Asop's daughter did such flame contract,As not by all that stock of water slack'd.I might a hundred goodly rivers name,But must not pass by thee, immortal Thame;Ere thou couldst Isis to thy bosom take.How didst thou wind and wander for her sake!The lusty — with broad Humber strove;Was it for fame ? I say it was for love.What makes the noble Ouse up from the mainWith hideous roar come bristling back again ?He thinks his dearest Dervent left behind,