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THE 
 
 Britifh Parnaflus: 
 
 Or, A Gompleat 
 
 Common - Tlace - Book 
 
 OF V 
 
 ENGLISH POETRY: 
 
 CONTAINING 
 
 The ffloft genuine, inftru&ive, diverting 
 and fublime Thoughts, 
 
 viz. 
 Allegories, Companions, Similitudes, Apho- 
 rifms moral and political, Characters and 
 Defcriptions of Perfons, Paflions, Places 
 and Things, that are in the WORKS 
 of our moft celebrated Poets. 
 
 Alphabetically digefted, and brought 
 down to the prefent Time. 
 
 To which is prefixed, 
 
 A Dictionary of RHYMES; 
 more copious than any hitherto extant. 
 
 In TWO VOLU ME S. 
 
 VOL II. ~~ 
 
 By Edw. B y s she Gent. 
 
 Floriferis ut apes in fallible omnia libant j 
 Omnia nos itidem depafcimur aurea ditla, 
 Aurea, perpetud femper dignijfima vita. Luci\ 
 
 Printed by J. Nutt in the SAVOY; And Sold 
 by T. Pcmbcrton a * f h e Golden Buck and Sim 
 Jgafhft St. Dunftan's Church in Fleetftreet, and 
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 THE 
 
 Britifh Parnaffus : 
 
 Or, A Compleat 
 
 Common-Place-Book 
 
 O F 
 
 ENGLISH POETRY. 
 
 VOL. II. 
 
 LAME. 
 
 TH E Lambs, with various Turns, (Creech. Lucr. 
 PlaV o'er the Field, and try their tender Horns, 
 ^o Tpotlefs Lambs, which for their Mothers blear, 
 Wake hungry Lions, and become their Meat. Walk 
 So fafe are Lambs within the Lion's Pow'r, 
 Ungrip'd and'play'd with, till fierce Hunger calls ; 
 Then Nature ihews it felf : The clofe-hid Nails 
 Are ftretch'd and operi'd to the panting Piey. Dryd.K.Aith, 
 
 LAMENTING the Deal 
 
 It was a difmal and a fearful Nighr, 
 Scarce could the Moon drive on th' unwilling Light, 
 When Sleep, Death's Image, left my troubled Breaft, 
 
 By fomething, liker Death, pofleft. 
 
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 My Eyes with Tears did uncomraanded flow, 
 
 And on my Soul hung the dull Weight 
 
 Of fome intolerable V ate. 
 My fweet Companion, and my gentle Peer, 
 Why haft thou left me thus unkindly here, 
 Thy end for ever, and my Life to moan ? 
 
 Oh thou haft left me all alone! 
 Thy Soul and Body, when Death's Agony 
 
 Befieg'd around thy noble Heart, 
 
 Did not with more Relu&ance part, 
 Than I my deareft Friend, do part from thee. 
 Life and this World henceforth will tedious be. 
 Silent and fad I walk about all Day, 
 
 As fullen Ghofts ftalk fpeechlefs by, 
 Where their hid Treafures lie: 
 Alas! My Treafure'sgone, why do I ftay? 
 Henceforth, ye gentle Trees, for ever fade, 
 
 Or your fad Branches thicker join, 
 
 And into darkfom Shades combine, 
 Dark as the Grave, wherein my Friend is laid. 
 Henceforth, no learned Youths beneath you ring, 
 'Till all the tuneful Birds t'your Boughs they bring j 
 No tunefnl Birds play with their wonted Chear, 
 
 And call the learned Youths to hear; 
 No whiffling Winds thro' the glad Branches fly, 
 
 But all, with fad Solemnity, 
 
 Mute and unmoved be, 
 Mute as the Grave wherein my Friend does lie. 
 Hence now, my Mufe, thou canft not me delight j 
 Be this my lateft Verfe, 
 
 Wkh which I now adorn his Herfe, 
 And this my Grief without thy Help (hall write. 
 Had I a Wreath of Bays about my Brow, 
 I fhould contemn that flour'fhing Honour now $ 
 Condemn it to the Fire, and joy to hear 
 
 It rage, and crackle there : 
 Inftead of Bays, crown with fad Cyprefs me, 
 Cyprefs, which Tombs does beaurify. 
 Not Phoebus griev'd fo much, as I, 
 For him who fir ft was made that mournful Tree. Cowl. 
 Beft Friend ! Could my unbounded Grief but rate, 
 With due Proportion, .thy too cruel Fate; 
 Could I fome happy Miracle bring forth. 
 Great as my Wifhes, and thy greater Worth, 
 
 All Helicon fhould foon be thine, 
 And pay a Tribute to jhy Shrine 
 
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 The learned Sifters all transform'd fliou'd be, 
 No longer Nine, but one Melpomene j 
 Each fhou'd into a Niobe relent, 
 At once the Mourner, and thy Monument : 
 Each fliould become 
 Like the fam'd Memnon's fpeaking Tomb, 
 
 To fing thy well-tun'd Praife j 
 Nor (hould we fear their being dumb, 
 Thou frill would'ft make them vocal with thy Lays* 
 
 that I cou'd diitil my vital Juice in Tears! 
 
 Or wafte my Soul in fobbing Airs ! 
 
 Were I all Eyes 
 To flow in liquid Elegies ! 
 
 That ev'ry Limb might grieve, 
 And dying Sorrows ftill retrieve ! 
 My Life fhou'd be but one long mourning Day, 
 And, like moift Vapours, melt in Tears away. Oldh 
 ' But he fleeps happy, 
 
 1 muft wake for ever. i- This Object, this, 
 
 This Face of fatal Beauty 
 
 Will ftretch my Lids with vail eternal Tears : 
 
 Here lies my Fate, — —— 
 
 And all my Victories for ever folded up : 
 My Banners all in this dear Body loft ; * 
 
 My Standard's Triumph's gone! ■- 
 
 O when (hall I be mad : Give Orders to 
 
 The Army, that they break their Shields, Swords, Spears> 
 
 Pound their bight Armour into duft .' Away ! 
 
 Is there not Caufe to put the World in Mourning? 
 
 Tear a41 your Robes : He dies that is not naked 
 
 Down to the Waift, all like the Sons of Sorrow : 
 
 Burn all the Spires that fecm to kits the Sky : 
 
 Beat down the Battlements of ev'ry Ciry: 
 
 And, for the Monument of this lov'd Creature, 
 
 Root up thofe Bowers, and pave them all with Goi£: 
 
 Draw dry the Ganges > make the Indies Poor : 
 
 To build her Tomb, no Shrines nor Aitars fpare, 
 
 But ftrip the Chining Gods to make it rare. Lee Aleir, 
 
 Raptures of Grief be your Delight : 
 
 Thro' ev'ry Street lamenting go, 
 
 Strains of unruly Anguifh fhow, 
 And howling Tempefts raife of wild defpairing Woe. Blac, 
 
 The Face of Things is chang'd, and Athens now, 
 Thatlaugh'd fo late, becomes the Scene of Woe : 
 Matrons and Maids, both Sexes, ev'ry State, 
 With Tears lament the Knight's untimely Fate: 
 
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 Not greater Grief in falling Troy was feen 
 For Hector's Death : But He&or was not then: 
 Old Men with Duft deform'd their hoavy Hair: 
 The Women beat their Breafts ; their Cheeks they tear: 
 Why would'ft thou go, with one Confent they cry ; 
 When thou had'ft Gold enough, and Emily ? 
 Thefeus himfelf, who fhou'd have chear'd the Grief 
 Of others, wanted now the fame Relief. Dryd. Chauc. 
 
 (Pal. & Arc 
 
 Stiff, cold, and pale ! Where are thy Beauties now ? 
 Thy Blufhes, that'have warm'd fb many Hearts? 
 All Hearts, that ever felt her conqu'ring Beauty, 
 Sigh till you break ; and all ye Eyes, that.languifh'd 
 In my Lavinia's Brightness, weep with me, CMar. 
 
 'Till Grief grow gen'ral, and the World's in Tears. .Otw. C. 
 
 And now, extended on this withet'd Mofs, 
 We'll lie, and thou fhalt fing of Albion's Lofs : 
 Of Albion's Lofs, and of Paftora's Death, 
 Begin thy mournful Song, and raife thy tuneful Breath. 
 
 O could Ijing in Verfe of equal Strain 
 With the Sicilian Bard, or-Mantuan Swain ; 
 Or melting Words, or moving Numbers chufe, 
 Sweet as the Britilh Colin's mourning Mufe, 
 Could I, like him, in tuneful Grief excel, 
 And mourn like Stella for her Aftrophel ; 
 TrTen might I raife my Voice, fecure of Skill, 
 And with melodious Woe the Valleys fill : 
 The lift'ning Echo on my Song (hould wait, 
 And hollow Rocks Paftora's Name repeat; 
 Each whiftling Wind, and murm'ring Stream ftiould tell, 
 How lov'd fhc liv'd, and how lamented fell. 
 
 Wert thou with ev'ry Bay and Laurel crown'd, 
 And high as Pan himfelf in Song renown'd, 
 Yet would not all thy Art avail to (how 
 Verfe worthy of her Name, or of our Woe : 
 But fuch true Paflion in thy Face appears, 
 In thy pale Lips, thick Sighs, and gufhing Tears $ 
 Such tender Sorrow in thy Heart I read, 
 As fliall fupply all Skill, if not exceed. 
 Then leave this common Form of dumb Diftrefs, 
 Each vulgar Grief can Sighs and Tears exprefs ; 
 In fweet complaining Notes thy Paflion vent, 
 And not in Sighs, but Words, explaining Sighs, lament. 
 
 Wild be my Words, Menalcas, wild my Thought, 
 Artlefs as Nature's Notes in Birds untaught; 
 Boundlefs my Verfe, and roving be my Strains, 
 Various as Flow'rs on unfrequented Plains. 
 
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 And thou, Thalia, darling of my Bread," 
 
 By whom infph'd, I fung at Comus' Feaft, 
 
 While in a Ring the jolly rural Throng 
 
 Have fate, and fmil'd to hear my chearful Song ; 
 
 Be gone, with all thy Mirth and fprightly Lays ; 
 
 My Pipe no longer now thy Pow'r obeys : 
 
 Learn to lament, my Mufe, to weep, and mourn, 
 
 Thy fpringing Laurels all to Cyprefs turn ; 
 
 Wound with thy difmal Cries the tender Afr, 
 
 And beat thy fnowy Bread, and rend thy yellow Hair; 
 
 Far hence, in utmoft Wilds thy Dwelling chufe, 
 
 Be gone, Thalia ; Sorrow is my Mufe. 
 
 No more thefe Woods (hall with her Sight b£ blefs'd, 
 Nor with her Feet thefe flow'ry Plains be prefs'd ; 
 No more the Winds fhall with her Trefles play, 
 And from her balmy Breath (teal Sweets away; 
 No more thefe Rivers chearfully (hall pafs, 
 Piea^d to refte& the Beauties of her Face, 
 While on their Banks the wond'ring Flocks have ftood, 
 Greedy of Sight, and negligent of Food. 
 No more the Nymphs fhall with foft Tales delight 
 Her Ears ; no more wirh Dances pleafe her Sight.; 
 Nor ever more (hall Swain make Song of Mirth, 
 To blefs the joyous Day that gave her Birth : 
 Loft is that Day, which had from her its Light, 
 For ever loft with her, in endlefs Night ; 
 In endlefs Night, and Arms of Death (he lies, 
 Death in eternal Shades has (hut Paftora's Eyes. 
 Lament, ye Nymphs, and mourn, ye wretched Swains; 
 Stray, all ye Floats ; and defart be, ye Plains ; 
 Sigh, all ye Winds j and weep, ye cryftal Floods, 
 Fade, all ye Flow*rs, and wither, all ye Woods. 
 
 And fee ! Tbe Heav*ns to weep in Dew prepare,^ 
 And heavy Mifts obfcure the burden'd Air ; 
 A fuddain Damp o'er all the Plain is fpread,. 
 E^ch Lilly folds its Leaves, and hangs its Head : 
 On evry Tree the Bloffoms turn to Tears, 
 And ev'ry Bough a weeping Moifture bears : 
 Their Wings the feather'd airy People droop, 
 And Flocks beneath their dewy Fleeces ftoop. 
 The Rocks are clefr, and new defending Rills 
 Furrow the Brows of all th* impending Hills. 
 The Water-Gods to Floods their Riv'lets turn, 
 And each, with dreaming Eyes, fupplics his wanting Urn. 
 
 The Fauns forfake the Woods, the Nymphs the drove, 
 And round the Plain in fad Diftradions rove ; 
 
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 In prickly Brakes their tender Limbs rhey tear, 
 And leave on Thorns their Locks of golden Hair, 
 
 With their fharp Nails themfelves the Satyrs wound, 
 And tug their fhaggy Beards,and bite with Grief theGround. 
 
 Lo ! Pan himfcif, beneath a blafted Oak, 
 Dejected lies, his Pipe in pieces broke. 
 
 See Pales weeping too, in wild Defpair, 
 And to the piercing Winds her Bofom bare. 
 
 And fee yonS' fading Myrtle, where appears 
 The Queen of Love ; all bath'd in flowing Tears : 
 See, how (he wrings her Hands, and bears her Breaft, 
 And tears her ufelefs Girdle from her Wafle : 
 Hear the fad Murmurs of her fighing Doves, 
 For Grief they figh, forgetful of their Loves. 
 Lo! Love himfelf with heavy Woes oppreft ! 
 See, how his Sorrows fwell his tender Breaft; 
 His Bow he breaks, and wide his Arrows flings, 
 And folds his little Arms, and hangs his drooping Wings; 
 Then lays his Limbs upon the dying Grafs, 
 And all with Tears bedews his beauteous Face ; 
 "With Tears, which from his folded Lids arife, 
 And even Love himfelf has weeping Eyes. 
 All Nature mourns ; the Floods and Rocks deplore, 
 And cry with me, Paftora is no more! Cong. 
 
 Mourn all ye Groves, in darker Shades be feen, 
 And Groans be heard, where gentle Winds have been : 
 Ye Albion Rivers, weep your Fountains dry j 
 And all ye Plants, your Moifture fpend, and die : 
 Ye melancholy Flow'rs, which once were Men, 
 Lament, until you be transformed again j 
 Let ev'ry Rofe pale as the Lilly be, 
 And Winter Froft fei7.e the Anemone: 
 But thou, O Hyacinth, more vig'rous grow, *1 
 
 In mournful Letters thy fad Glory (how, J 
 
 Inlargethy Grief, and rburifh in thy Woe. J 
 
 Mourn, ye fweet Nightingales, in the thick Woods •> 
 Ye gentle Swans, that haunt the Brooks and Springs, 
 Pine with fad Grief, and droop your ftckly Wings j 
 In doleful Notes the heavy Lofs bewail, 
 Such as you ring at your own Funeral. 
 Nothing is beard upon the Mountains now, 
 But penfive Herds, that for their Mailer low ; 
 Straggling and comfoi tlefs about they rove, 
 Unmindful of their Pafture and their Love. 
 Each Flow'r now fades, and hangs its wither'd Head, 
 AMfcorns to thrive, or, live now thou art dead. 
 
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I. A 479 
 
 The blearing Flocks no more their Udders fill* 
 
 The painful bets negle& their wonted Toil; 
 
 Alas! What boots it now their Hives to -ftore y 
 
 With the rich Spoils of ev'ry plundei'd Flow'r, (Mofch. C 
 
 When thou, who waft all fweetneis, art no more? Oldh. > 
 
 The Rivers too, as if they would deplore 
 His Death, with Grief fwcli higher than before : 
 The Fiow'rs all weep in Tears of dreary Dew, (Dion, 
 
 And by their drooping Heads their Sorrows {hew. Oldh, 
 
 Under how hard a Law are mortals born ! 
 Whom now we envy, we anon rault mourn : 
 What Heav'n fers higheft, and feems mod to prize, 
 Is focn removed from cur wond'ring Eyes. Wall, 
 
 O i"he is gone! Gone like a new-born Flow'r, 
 That deckM fome Virgin Queen's delicious Bow'r j 
 Torn from the ftalk by fome untimely Blaft, 
 And 'mongft the vileft Weeds and Rubbifh caft: 
 But Fiow'rs return, and teeming Springs difclofs 
 The Lilly whiter, and more frefh the Rofe : 
 But no ki»d Seafon back her Charms can bring, 
 And Floriana has no fecond Spring. 
 O (he is fet! Set like the falling Sun, 
 Darknefs is round us, and glad Day is gone! 
 Alas ! The Sun that's fet again will rife, 
 And gild with richer Beams the Morning Skies 5 
 But Beauty, tho' as bright as they it fhines, 
 "When its fnort Glory to the Weft declines, 
 Oh ! There's no Hope of the returning Light, 
 But all is Jong Oblivion, all eternal Night. Duke, 
 Bur, as thou dwell'ft upon that Heav'nly Name, 
 To Grief for ever facred, as to Fame, 
 Oh ! Read it to thy felf ; in filence weep ; 
 And thy convuliive Sorrows inward keep, 
 Left Britain's Grief fhou'd waken at the Sound; 
 And Blood gulh frefh from her eternal Wound. Prior*- 
 
 Let Nature change, let Heav'n and Earth deplore: 
 Fair Daphne's dead, and Love is now no more ! 
 *Tie done! And Nature's vatious Charms decay : 
 See, gloomy Clouds obfeure the chearful Day : 
 Now hung with Pearls the dropping Trees appear, 
 Their faded Honours fcatter'd on her Bier. 
 See, where on Earth the flow'ry Glories lie, 
 Wirh her they flouriih'd, and with her they die. 
 Ah ! What avail the Beauties Nature wore ? 
 Fair Daphne's dead, and Beauty is no more ! 
 For her the Flocks refufe their verdant Food^ 
 Nor thirfty Heifers feek the gliding Flood. . 
 
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 The filver Swans her haplcfs Fate bemoan, 
 
 In fadder Notes than when they (ing their own. 
 
 Echo no more the rural Song rebounds, 
 
 Her Name alone the mournful Echo founds; 
 
 Her Name with Pleafure, once (he taught the Shore 
 
 Now Daphne's dead, and Pleafure is no more! . 
 
 No grateful Dews defcend from ev'ning Skies, 
 
 Nor morning Odours from the Flow'rs arife. 
 
 No rich Perfumes refrtfh the fruitful Field, 
 
 Nor fragrant Herbs their native Incence yield. 
 
 The balmy Zephyr?, filent fince her Death, 
 
 Lament the ceafing of a fweeter Breath. 
 
 Th' induftrious Bees neglect, their golden Store; 
 
 Fair Daphne's dead, and Sweetnefs is no more ? 
 
 No more the mounting Larks, while Daphne lings, 
 
 Shall, lift*ning in mid Air, fufpend their Wings -, 
 
 No more the Nightingales repeat her Lays, 
 
 Or, hufli'd with Wonder, hearken from the Sprays : 
 
 No more the Streams their Murmurs fhall forbear j 
 
 A fweeter Mufick than their own to hear, 
 
 But tell the Reeds, and tell the vocal Shore, 
 
 Fair Daphne's dead, and Mufick is no more ! 
 
 Her Fate is whifper'd by the gentle Breez.e, 
 
 And told in Sighs to all the trembling Trees : 
 
 The trembling TreA W&MtyW an( * Wood / 
 
 Her Fate remurmtft r to / thcinver Flood : 
 
 The filver Flood, fo lately calm, appears 
 
 Swell'd with new Paflion, and o'erhows with Tears : 
 
 The Winds and Trees and Floods her Death deplore : 
 
 Daphne, our Grief ! Our Glory now no more ! Pope. 
 
 'Tis Folly, all that can be (aid, 
 By living Mortals, or* th* immortal Dead ; 
 And I'm afraid they laugh at the vain Tears we fined : 
 'Tis as if we, who ftay behind, 
 In Expectation of the Wind, 
 Shou'd pity thofe who pafs'd the Streight before, 
 
 And touch the univerfal Shore : 
 Oh happy Man, who art to fail no more ! Cowl. 
 When envious Fates the Godlike D3phnis took, 
 Our Guardian Gods the Fields and Plains forfook : 
 Pales no longer fwell'd the teeming Grain j 
 Nor Phoebus fed his Oxen on the Plain : 
 No fruitful Crop the fickly Fields return ; 
 But Oars and Darnel choak the riling Corn : 
 And, c where the Vales with Vi'lers once were crown'd, 
 Now knotty Burs and Thorns difgrace the Ground. Dryd. 
 
 (Virg. 
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L A 481 
 
 But fmce our Arcite is with Honour d^|d, • 7 
 
 Why fhou'd we mourn, that he fo fobn is freed i > 
 
 Or call untimely what the Gods decreed ? ^ 
 
 With Grief as juft, a Friend may be deplor'd, 
 From a foul Piis'n to free Air reftor'd : 
 Ought he to thank his Kinfman or his Wife, 
 Could Tears recal him into wretched Life ? 
 Their Sorrow hurts themfelves: On him is loft : 
 And, worfe than both, offends his happy Ghoft. Dryd. 
 
 (Chauc.Pal. &Arc. 
 
 L A MV O O K 
 
 Lampoon, the only Wit, 
 
 That Men like Burglary commit: 
 Wit falfer than a Padder's Face ; 
 That all its Owner does betrays : 
 Who therefore dares not truft it, when 
 He's in his Calling to be feen. Hud. 
 Libels, like fpurious Brats, run up and down, 
 Which their dull Parents are afham'd to own ; 
 But vent them ftill in others Names ; like Whores, 
 That lay their Baftards down at honeft Doors. Otw. 
 
 Thefe Muihroom Libels filently retire ; 
 And, foon as born, with Decency expire. Garth. 
 
 LANGUAGE, 
 
 ■ - - His Speech, 
 
 In Loftine(s of Sound, was rich : 
 
 A Babylonifh Dialeft, 
 
 Which learned Pedanrs much affect : 
 
 It was a pirticolour'd Drefs 
 
 Of patch'd and pyebald Languages • 
 
 'Twas Englifh cut on Greek and Lathi, 
 
 Like Fuftian heretofore on Sattin ; 
 
 It had an odd promifcuous Tone, 
 
 As if he'ad calk'd three Parts in one ; 
 
 Which made fome think, when he did gabble, 
 
 They heard three Labourers of Babel ; 
 
 Or Cerberus himfllf pronounce 
 
 A Lea(h of Languages at once : 
 
 This he as volubly wou'd venr, 
 
 As if his Stock wou'd ne'er be fpent ; 
 
 And, truly, to fupport that Charge, 
 
 He had Supplies as vaft and la-ge : 
 
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 For fie cou'd ^n or counterfeit" 
 New Words mth little or no Wit ; 
 Words, fo debas'd and hard, no Stone 
 Was hard enough to touch them on : 
 And, when with hatty Noife he fpoke 'env 
 The Ignorant for Current took 'em. 
 That, had the Orator, who once 
 "Did fill his Mouth with Pebble Stones, 
 When he harangu'd, but known hj$ Phrafe, 
 He wOu'd have us'd no other Ways. Hud. 
 Befides, 'tis known he cou'd fpeak Greek;, 
 As naturally as Pigs fqueak ; 
 „ That Latine was no more difficile, 
 Than to a Blackbird 'tis to whittle. 
 Being- rich in both, he never fcanted 
 His Bounty unto fuch as wanted; 
 Bur much of either wou'd afford 
 To many, that had not one Word : 
 For Hebrew Roots, altho' they're found 
 To flourifh moft in barren Ground, 
 He had fuch Plenty as funVd 
 To make fome think him circumcis'd : 
 And truly fo he was, perhaps, 
 J$ot as a Pres'lyte, but for Claps : Hudi 
 
 LARK. 
 
 »" Now hear the Lark ; 
 The Herald of the Morn ; whofe Notes do beat 
 The vaulty Heav'ns, fo high above our Heads, 
 Making fuch fweet Divifions. Shak. Rom. & fuL 
 
 ° The Lark 
 
 That gives fweet Tidings of the Sun's Uprife.Shak.Tit. And'. 
 
 The Morning Larks their mounting Wings difplay ; 
 And chear, with warbling Airs, the dusky Day.— 
 
 The Morning Lark to mine accords his Note ; 
 And tunes- to' my Piftrefs his warbling Throat. Cong. 
 
 LAUGHTER. 
 
 For Laughter's a diftorted Pafllon, born 
 Of fudden Self-Efteem, and fudden Scorn : 
 Which, when 'tis o'er, the Men, in Pleafure wife, 
 Both him that mov'd it, and themfelves defpife. Steele. 
 
 — — — He, lolling on his Bed, 
 From his deep Cheft roars out a loud Applaufe, (& Crefs. 
 Tickling his Spleen, and laughing till he wheeie. Dr.Troil. 
 
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 Democritus ne'er laugh'd fo loud, 
 To fee Bawds carted thro' the Crowd, 
 Or Funerals with (lately Pomp, 
 March ilowly on in fullen Dump, 
 As fhe laugh'd out, until her Back, 
 As well as Sides, was like to crack. Hud. 
 
 LAUREL. 
 
 Amid the Plain a fpreading Laurel flood j 
 The Grace and Ornament of all the Wood : 
 That pleafing Shade they fought : A foft Retreat 
 From fudden April Show'rs ; a Shelter from the Heat j 
 Her leafy Arms with fuc-h Extent were fpread ; 
 So near the Clouds was her afpiring Head : 
 That Hods of Birds, that wing the liquid Air, 
 Perch'd in the Boughs, had nightly Lodging there : 
 And Flocks of Sheep beneath the Shade rrom far 
 Might hear the rattling Hail, and wintry War : 
 From Heav'ns Inclemency here found Retreat, 
 Enjoy'd the Cool, and fhun'dthe fcorchingHeat: 
 A hundred Knights might there at Eafe abide, 
 And ev'ry Knight a Lady by his Side : 
 The Trunk it ielf fuch Odours did bequeath, 
 That a Moluccan Breeze to thefe was common Breathe 
 (Dryd. Chauc. The Flower and the Leaf.- 
 
 The laurell'd Chief were Men of mighty Fame. Dryd, 
 (Chauc. The Flower and the Leaf. 
 
 Victors their Temples wreathe with Leaves that ftill re- 
 For Deathlefs Laurel is the Victor's Due. (new : 
 
 The Laurel- Wreaths were firfl by Cgefar worn, 
 And ftill they Caefar's Succeflbrs adorn : 
 One Leaf ot this i9 Immortality, 
 
 And more of Worth, than all the World can buy. ' Dryd. 
 (Chauc. The Flower and the Leaf. 
 
 LAW. 
 
 Law is the facred Child of HeaVn and Nature. DenJ 
 
 (App. & Virg.- 
 
 Litigious Coift infeft the clam'rous Bar; 
 Prolong Difputes, and thrive by manag'd War. 
 
 He foftens the havfh Rigour of the Laws ; 
 Blunts their keen Edge,and cuts their Harpye Claws.Gartn,- 
 
 Know, when thefe Feuds, like thofe at Law, are paft, 
 The Winners will be Lofe.rs at the Laft, Ganh, 
 
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 L A r- E L D E R: 
 
 Lay- Elder, Simeon to Levi, 
 Whofe little Finger is as heavy 
 As Loins of Patriarchs : Prince- Prelate, 
 Archbifhop fecular. This Zealot 
 Is of a Mungrel, divei fe Kind, 
 Clerick before, and Lay behind i. 
 A lawlefs Linfy-woolfy Brother; 
 Half of one Order, half another : 
 A Creature of amphibious Nature; 
 On Land a Beaft, a Fifh in Warer ; 
 That always preys on Grace or Sin ; 
 A Sheep without, a Wolf within. 
 This fierce Inquiiitor has chief 
 Dominion over Men's Belief, 
 And Manners ; can pronounce a Saint 
 Idolatrous, or ignorant, 
 When fupercilioufly he.nTts 
 Thro* coarfeft Boulter others Gifts : 
 For all Men live and judge amifs, 
 Whole Talentsjump not juft with his* 
 He'll lay on Gifts with Hands, and place 
 On dulleft Noddle Light and Grace ; 
 The Manufacture of the Kirk, 
 "Whore Paftors are but th' Handy- Work 
 Of his mechanick Paws inftilling 
 Divinity in them by Feeling ; 
 From whence they {tart up chofen VefTete, 
 Made by Contact, as Men get Meazles: 
 So Cardinals, they fay, do grope 
 At th' other End the new-made Pope. Hud. 
 
 L E A N D E R. 
 
 What did the Youth, when Love's unerring Dart 
 TransnVd his Liver, and inflam'd his Heart ? 
 Alone, by Night, his wat'ry Way he took ; 
 About him, and above, the Billows broke : 
 The Sluices of the Sky were open fpread ; 
 And rowling Thunder rattled o'er his Head : 
 The raging Temped call'd him back in vain; 
 And ev'ry boding Omen of the Main : 
 Nor cou'd his Kindred, nor the kindly Force 
 Of weeping Parents, change his fatal Courfe : 
 No, nor the dying Maid, who muft deplore, 
 H« floating Carcafs on the Seftian Shore. Dryd. Virg. 
 
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 LEARNING. 
 
 A little Learning is a dang' ions Thing : 
 IVink deep, or tafte not the Pierian Spring : 
 There (hallow Draughts intoxicate the Brain j 
 And drinking largely fobers us aga ; n : 
 Fir'd with the Charms fair Science does impart, 
 In fearlefs Youth we tempt the H.ights of Art j 
 While, from the bounded Level of our Mind, 
 Short Views we take ; nor fee the Lengths behind : 
 But, more advane'd, behold, with ftrange Surprize,. 
 New, diftant Scenes of endlefs Science rife ; 
 So, pleas'd at firft, the tow'fing Alps we tiy, 
 Mount o'er the Vales, and feem to tread the Sky ; 
 Th' eternal Snows appear already paft; 
 And the firft Clouds and Mountains feem the laft : 
 But, thofe attain'd, we tremble to furvey 
 The growing Labours of the lengrhen'd Way : 
 Th'increaiing Profpeft tires our wand'ring Eyes ; 
 J-lills peep o'er Hills, and Alps on Alps arife. Pope, 
 - Let idle Students on their Volumes pore, 
 To cloud with Learning what was clear before 
 
 Lovcfeldom haunts the Breaft where Learning lies ; 
 And Venus fets where Mercury does rife : 
 Thofe play the Scholars, who can't play the Men ; 
 And ufe that Weapon, which they, have, — their Pen. 
 
 Dryd.Chauc, 
 
 The Vulgar oft thro' Imitation err j 
 As oft the Learn'd by being fingular : 
 So much they fcorn the Crowd, that if the Throngs 
 By Chance go right, they purpofely go wrong ; 
 So Schifmaticks the plain Believers quit, 
 And are but damn'd for having too much Wit. Pope. 
 
 Learning and Rome alike in Empire grew j 
 And Arts {till follow'd where her Eagles flew : 
 From the fame Foes-, at laft, both felt their Doom, 
 And the fame Age faw Learning fall and Rome : 
 With Tyranny then Superftition join'd; 
 As that the Body, this enflav'd the Mind : 
 Much was bcliev'd, but little underftood ; 
 And to be dull was conftru'd to be good : 
 A fecond Deluge Learning thus o'er-run ; 
 And the Monks finifh'd what the Goths begun. 
 At length, Erafmus, that great injur'd Name, 
 The Glory of the Priefthood, and the Shame, 
 
 StemmM 
 
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 Stemm'd the wild Torrent of a barb'rous Age, 
 And drove thofe holy Vandals off the Stage. 
 But fee ! each Mufe, in Leo's golden Days, 
 Starts from her Trance, and trims her withered Bays : 
 Rome's antient Genius, o'er its Ruins fpread, 
 Shakes off the Duft, and rears his rev'rend Head : 
 Then Sculpture and her Sifter Arts revive ; 
 Stones leapt to Form, and Rocks began to live r 
 With fweeter Notes each i ifing Temple rung ; 
 A Raphael painted, and a Vida fung. Pope. 
 
 Myjlick Learning. 
 
 For myftick Learning, wond'rous able 
 In Magick, Talifman, and Cabal : 
 Whofe primitive Tradition reaches 
 As far as Adam's firrt green Breeches : 
 Deep-fighted in Intelligences . 
 Ideas, Atoms, Influences $ 
 And much of Terra incognita, 
 Th'intelligible World, could fay : 
 A deep occnlt Philofopher, 
 As learn'd as the wild Irifh are j 
 Or Sir Agrippa, for profound 
 And {olid Lying much renown'd : 
 He Anthropofophus and' Flood, 
 And Jacob Behmen underftood : 
 Knew many an Amulet and Charm ; 
 That would do neither Good nor Harm : J 
 He underftood the Speech of Birds, 
 As well as they themfelves do Words :. 
 Could tell what fubtleft Parrots mean, 
 That fpeak and think contrary clean : 
 He'd extract: Numbers out of Matter, 
 And keep them in a Glafs, like Water : 
 Of fov'raign Pow'r to make Men wife •, 
 For, drop'd in blear, thick-fighted Eyes, . 
 They'd make them fee in darkeft Night ; 
 Like Owls, tho' purblind in the Light. Hud. 
 
 LETHE. 
 
 . Near the Trironian Lake, 
 
 Where Lethe's Streams, from fecrct Spring? below, 
 
 Rife to the Light; where, heavily and flow, 
 
 The tilent, dull, forgetful Waters flow. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 Where, juft before the Confines of the Wood, 
 The gliding Lethe leads her filent Flood. Dryd. Virg, 
 
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 The Souls, that throng this Flood, 
 
 Are thofe to whom, by Fate, are other Bodies ow'd : 
 In Lethe's Lake they long Oblivion tafte ; 
 Of future Life fecure, forgetful of the pari. 
 
 O Father, can it be, that Souls fublime 
 Return to vifit our terreftrial Clime ? 
 And that the gen'rous Mind, releas'd by Death* 
 €an covet lazy Limbs, and mortal Breath ? Dry(T. Virg, 
 (Spoken by iEneasto Anchifes, 
 
 LEVIATHAN. 
 
 There huge Leviathan, of cumbrous Form, 
 Embroils the Sea in Sport, and breathes a Storm ; 
 He fucks the briny Ocean at his Gills, 
 And his vaft Maw with finny Nations fills : 
 Then laves the Clouds with fait afcending Rain, 
 And with his fpouting Trunk refunds the Main. Trappi 
 
 Him, haply llumb'ring on the Norway Foam, 
 The Pilot of fome fmalf Night-founder'd Skiff, 
 Deeming fome Ifland, oft, as Seamen tell, 
 With fixed Anchor in his fcaly Rind, 
 Moors by his Side under the Lee, while Night 
 Tnvefts the Sea, and wiflied Morn delays. Milt. Par. Loft> 
 
 LIBERAL. 
 
 No Porter guards the Paflage of your Door, 
 T'admir the Wealthy, and exclude the Poor: 
 For Cod, who gave the Riches, gave the Heart 
 To fan&ifie the Whole, by giving; Parr. 
 So may yourStores and fruitful Fields increafe.5 
 And ever be you blefs'd, who live to blefs : 
 As Ceres fow'd, where-e'er her Chariot flew ; 
 As Heav'n in Defarte rain'd the Bread of Dew 5 
 So, fee to many, to Relations molt, 
 Tfou feed with Manna your own Ifrael-Hoft. Dryd, 
 
 LIBERTINE. 
 
 "While rofy Youth its perfedl Bloom maintains, 
 Thoughtlefs of Age, and ignorant of Pains - 7 
 While from the Heart rich Streams with Vigour fp: ing,. 
 Bound thro' their Roads, and dance their vital Ringj 
 And' Spirits, fwift as Sunbeams thro* the Skies, 
 Dart thro' thy Nerves, and fparkle in thy Eyes ; 
 
 Whifc 
 
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 While Nature with full Strength thy Sinews arms^. 
 
 Glows in thy Cheeks, and triumphs in her Charms, 
 
 Indulge thy Inftincts, and, intent on Eafe, 
 
 With ravifhing Delight thy Senfes pleafe. 
 
 Since no black Clouds difhonour now the Sky, 
 
 No Winds, but balmy genial Zephyrs, fly, 
 
 Eager imbark, and to th' inviting Gale 
 
 Thy Pendants loofe, and fpread thy filken Sail - 
 
 Sportive advance on Pleafures wanton Tide, 
 
 Thro' ftow'ry Scenes, difrus'd on ev'ry Side. 
 
 See, how the Hours their painted Wings difplay, 
 
 And draw, like havnefVd Duvcs, the fmiling Day i 
 
 Shall this glad Spring, when adive Ferments climb,, 
 
 Thefe Months, the faireft Progeny of Time, 
 
 The brighteft Parts in all Duration's Train, 
 
 Ask thee to feize thy Blifs, and ask in vain ? t 
 
 While wanton Ferments fwell thy glowing Veins, 
 To the warm Paffion give the flacken'd Reins : 
 
 Thy gazing Eyes with blooming Beauty feaft, 
 
 Receive its Dart?, and hug it in thy- Bieaft : 
 From Fair to Fair with gay Inconftance rove,. 
 
 Tafte ev'ry Sweet, and cloy thy Soul with Love.. Bla#. 
 
 The Forms of Decency let Age debate, 
 And Virtue's Rules by their cold Morals ftate : 
 Their ebbing Joys give Leifure to inquire, 
 And blame thofe noble Flights our Youth infpire : 
 Where kindly Nature fummons, let us goj 
 Our fprightly Years no Bounds in Love mould know j 
 Should feel no Check of Guilt, and fear no 111 : 
 Lovers and Gods act. all Things at their Will. Harv. Ovid. 
 
 — — There will be Time enough 
 
 For Pray'r and Fading, and religious Vows : 
 I hate to walk a lazy Life away ; 
 Let's run the Race, which Fate has fer before us> 
 And port: to the dark Goal. Lee. Theod. 
 
 'Tis Time enough, 
 
 To whine and mortify thy felf with Penance, 
 
 When the decaying Senfe is pall'd with Pleafure, 
 
 And weary Nature tires in her lail Stage : 
 
 Then weep and tell thy Beads, when alt 'ring Rhenms 
 
 Have ftain'd the Luftre of thy ftarry Eyes, 
 
 And failing Patties (hake thy wither'd Hand. (Shore, 
 
 The prefent Moments claim more gen'reus Ufe. Rowe.J.. 
 
 Fly, fly, Varanes, fly^his facred Place, 
 Where Virtue and Religion are profefs'd : 
 This City will not harbour Infidels, 
 Traitors to Chaftity, licentious Princw : 
 
 Fly 
 
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 Fly to imperial Libertines abroad : 
 
 In foreign Courts thou'lt find a thoufand Beauties, 
 
 That will comply for Gold j for Gold they 11 weep, 
 
 For Gold be fond, as Athenais was, 
 
 And charm rhee ftill as if they lovM indeed : 
 
 Thou'lt find enough Companions too for Riot, 
 
 Luxuriant all, and royal as thy felf, 
 
 Tho.' thy. loud Vices fhould refound to Heav'n. Lee. Thcod > 
 
 LIBERTY. 
 
 A Day, an Hoar of virtuous Liberty 
 Is worth a whole Eternity in Bondage. Add. Cato, 
 
 . what is Life ? 
 
 Tis not to ftalk about, and draw frefli Air 
 
 From time to time ; or gaze upon the Sun : 
 
 'Tis to be free : When Liberty is gone, 
 
 Life grows infipid, and has loft its Relifli. Add. Cato. 
 
 Ev'n Beafts difdain > 
 
 The Den's Confinement, and the flavifh Chain ; > 
 
 And roar to get their Liberty again. Creech. Lucr, j 
 
 Remember, O my Friends, the Laws, the Rights, 
 The gen'rous Plan of Pow'r, deliver'd down, 
 From Age to Age,, by your renown'd, Fptekr hers i^Lm* \ 
 /Sa dearly bought, the Price of Cd rm£h SJho&f.* Wffmf 
 O let it never perifli in your Hands j 
 But pioufly tranfmit ic to your Children. 
 Do thou, great Liberty, infpire our Souls, 
 And make our Lives in thy Pbfleffion happy ; 
 Or our Deaths glorious in thy juft Defence. Add. Cato. 
 
 More Liberty begets Defire of more : 
 The Hunger ftill increafes with the Store. Dr. Hind. 8c Pant, 
 
 LIBRARY, 
 
 Hail Learning's Pantheon ! Hail the facred Ark, 
 Where all the World of Science does imbark ! 
 Which ever fhalt wirhftand, and haft fo long withftoodi 
 
 Infatiate Times devoui irig Flood. 
 Hail Bank of all paft Ages, where they lie 
 T'enrich, with Intereft, Pofterity ! 
 
 Hail Wit's illuftrious Galaxy ! 
 Where thoufand Lights into one Brightnefs fpread ! 
 Hail living Univerfity of the Dead ! 
 Unconrus'd Babel of all Tongues, which e'er 
 The mighty Linguift, Fame, or Time, the mighty Traveller, 
 
 That could fpeak, or this could hear. 
 
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 Majeftick Monument and Pyramid, 
 
 Where ftill the Shapes of parted Soils abide ! Cowl. 
 1'trT Library a few choice Authors ftood, 
 Yet 'twas well ftor'd, for that fmall Store was good. 
 Writing; Man's Spiritual Phyfick, was not then 
 It felf, as now, grown a Drfeafe of Men : 
 Learning, young Virgin, but few Suitors knew ; 
 The common Proftitute (he lately grew, 
 And with her fpurious Brood loads now the Preis ; 
 Laborious Effeds of ldlenefs \ Cowl. David. 
 
 Poetick LICENCE. 
 
 The Privilege, that antient Poets claim, *7 
 
 Now turn'd to Licence by too juft a Name, 
 Belongs to none but an eftablim'd Fame, O 
 
 Which fcorns to take it. • ■ 
 
 Abfurd Expreflions, crude, abortive Thoughts, 
 
 All the lewd Legion of exploded Faults, 
 
 Bafe Fugitives, to this Afylum flie, 
 
 And facred Laws with Infolence defic : 
 
 Not thus our Heroes of the former Days 
 
 Deferv'd, and gain'd, their never fading BaysT 
 
 For I miftake, or far the greater Part, 
 
 Of whatfome call Neglect, was ftudy'd Art. 
 
 When Virgil feems to trifle in a Line, 
 
 *Tis like a Warnins-Piece, which gives the Sign 
 
 To wake your FanTy, and prepa-e your Sight, 
 
 To reaph the nobler Height ot fome unufual Flight.. 
 
 I lofe my Patience, when, with fawcy Pride, 
 
 And untun'd Ears, I hear his Numbers try'd. 
 
 Reverfe of Nature ! Shall fuch Copies then 
 
 Arraign th' Originals of Maro's Pen T 
 
 And the rude Notions of pedantick Schools 
 
 Blafpheme the facred Founder of our Rules ? 
 
 The Delicacy of the niceft Ear 
 
 Finds nothing harfh, or out of Order there : 
 
 Sublime or low, unbended or intenfe, 
 
 The Sound is ftill a Comment on the Senfe. Rofc. 
 
 Some Beauties, yet, no Precepts can declare ; 
 For there's a Happinefs as well as Care : 
 Mufick refembles Poetry ; in each n 
 
 Are namelefs Graces, which no Methods teach, s 
 
 And which a Matter-Hand alone can reach. Ji 
 
 If, where the Rules not far enough extend, 
 For Rules were made but to promote their End, 
 Some lucky Licenpe anfwers to the Full 
 Th'Intent propos'd, that Licence is a Rule. Thus 
 
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 Thus Paegafus, a nearer Way to take, 
 
 May boldly deviate from the common Track : 
 
 Great Wits (bmetimes may giorioufly offend ; 
 
 And rife to Faults true Criticks dare not mend ; 
 
 From vulgar Bounds with brave Diforder part, 
 
 And fnarch a Glance beyond the Reach of Art, 
 
 Which, without palling thro* the Judgment, gains 
 
 The Heart, and all its Ends at once attains. 
 
 In Profpects, thus, fome Objects pleafe our Eyes, 
 
 Which out of Nature's common Order rife j 
 
 The fhapelefs Rock, or hanging Precipice. 
 
 Bur Care in Poetry muft ftill be had j 
 
 It asks Difcretion, ev'n in running mad. 
 
 And tho' the Antients thus their Rules invade, 
 
 As Kings difpenfe with Laws themfelves have made, 
 
 Moderns beware: Or, if you muft offend 
 
 Againft the Precept, ne'er tranfgrefs its End : 
 
 Let it be feldom, and compelled by Need j 
 
 And have, at leaft, their Precedent to plead. 
 
 ! know there are, to whofe prefumptuous Thoughts 
 
 Thofe freer Beauties, ev'n in them, feem Faults. 
 
 Some Figures monftrous and mif-fhap'd appear,, 
 
 Confider'd fingly, or beheld too near, 
 
 "Which, but proportion'd to their Light, or Place, 
 
 Due Diftance reconciles to Form and Grace: 
 
 A prudent Chief not always muft difplay 
 
 His Pow'rs in equal Ranks, and fair Array j 
 
 But with th'Occaiion and the Place comply, 
 
 Conceal his Force, nay, fometimes feem toffy r- 1 
 
 Thofe oft are Stratagems, which Erroursfeem ;. 
 
 Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream-, Pope- 
 
 LIFE. 
 
 The Life of Man has a determin'd Stare, 
 Fix'd by divine irrevocable Fare. Blac. Job. 
 The Dare of mortal Life is finifh'd foon ; 
 
 Swift is the Race, and (hort the Time to run. « 
 
 Life to a River's Courfe may juftly be compar'd : 
 
 Sometimes, within its Bed, 
 Without an angTy Curl or Wave, 
 
 From the Spring's Head, 
 It gently glides to th' Ocean, its Grave ; : 
 Then, unawares, upon a fuddain Rain, 
 It madly overflows the neighb'ring Plain: 
 
 It ploughs up beauteous Ranks 
 Q£ Trees that (haded and adoin'd its Banks, 
 
 Over. 
 
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 Overturns Ho*fes, Bridges, Rocks, 
 
 Drowns Shepherds and their Flocks ; 
 Horrour and Death range all the Valley o'er ; 
 The Forefts tremble, and the Mountains roar. Pope. Hbr. 
 
 From our firft drawing vital Breath, 
 
 From our firft fiarting from the Womb, 
 
 Until we reach the dertin'd Tomb, 
 We all are porting to the dark Goal of Death : 
 Life, like a Cloud, that fleets before the Wind, 
 No Mark, no kind Impreffion, leaves behind : 
 
 *Tis fcatter'd, like the Winds that blow, 
 Boifl'i ous as them, full as inconftant too : ( Yald. 
 
 They know not whence they come, nor where they go. 
 
 Thus we toil out a reftlefs Age : 
 
 Each his laborious Part muft have, 
 
 Down from the Monarch to the Slave, (Yald. 
 
 A& o'er this Farce of Life, then drop beneath the Stage. 
 
 Then will penurious Heav'n no more allow ? 
 No more on its own Darling, Man, bellow ? 
 Is it for this he Lord of all appears, 
 
 And his great Maker's Image bears ? 
 
 To toil beneath a wretched State, 
 
 Opprefs'd with Miferks of Fate : 
 
 Beneath his painful Burthen groan, 
 And, in thi« beaten Road of Life, drudge on ? 
 
 Amid ft our Labours we poflefs 
 
 No kind Allays of Happinefs ; 
 
 No foft'ning Joys can call our own, 
 
 To make this bitter Drug go down j 
 
 Whilft Death an eafie Conqueft gains, 
 And the iniatiate Grave in endlcfs Triumph reigns.. Yald. 
 
 O impotent Eftate of human Life, 
 Where Hope and Fear maintain eternal Strife : 
 Where fleeting Joy does laftiog Doubt infpire $ 
 And mod we qneftion, what we moft defire. 
 Among thy various Gifts, great Heav'n, ocftow, 
 Our Cup of Love unmix'd; forbear to throw 
 Bitter Ingredients in ; nor pall the Draught 
 With naufeous Grief: for our ill-judging Thought 
 Hardly enjoys the pleafurable Tafte ; 
 Or deems it not fincere, or fears it cannot iaft. Prioiv 
 
 LIGHT. • 
 
 Faircft, as well as firft, of Things* 
 From whom all Joy, all Beauty (prings, 
 O praife th'Almighty Ruler of the Globe, 
 Who ufes thee for his Empyreal Robe. Role.. How 
 
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 - How does the Light difplay 
 Its radiant Wings, and fpread the dawning Day ? 
 Who the rich Metal beats ; and then, with Care, (Job. 
 Unfolds the golden Leaves to gild the Fields of Air ? Blac. 
 
 Behold the Light, emitted from the Sun, 
 While by its fpreading Radiance it reveals 
 All Nature's Face, it felf itfelf conceals. 
 How foon th' effulgent Emanations fly 
 Thro* the blue Gulph of interpoling Sky ! 
 How foon their Luftre all the Region nils, 
 Smiles on the Valleys, and adorns the Hills ! Blac ! Creat. 
 
 LIGHTNING. 
 
 — — Swift Lightning flies, 
 Sindging with firy Wings the wounded Skies. Creech. Lucr, 
 
 And Sheets of Lightning blaft the (landing Field. Dryd. 
 
 ■ ' ■' Swift Lightning flies, 
 Now here, now there, betwixt the parted Skies : 
 And, fighting thro* the Clouds, its Place of Birth, 
 The broken Yulph'rous Flame defcends to Earth. Cr. Lucr. 
 
 The Rains pour down, the Lightnings play, 
 And on their Wings vindictive Thunder bear. Broome. 
 
 ■ The Noife moves How, the winged Light 
 
 Flies fwiftly on, and itrikes the diftant Sight : 
 Tho' both arife at once, that moves the Eyes, 
 Before the flow-tongu'd Thunder fneaks and dies. Cr. Lucr. 
 
 Tis like the Lightning, which does ceafe to be, 
 Ere one can fay, it is. Otw. C. Mar. 
 
 The forky Lightning fhfti'd along the Sky. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 LION 
 
 A Lion fo, with felf- provoking Smart, 
 His rebel Tail fcourging his nobler Part, 
 Calls up his Courage; then begins to roar, 
 And charge the Foes, who thought him mad before. Wall. 
 
 So when the Pride and Terrour of the Wood, 
 A Lion, prick'd with Rage, and want of Food, 
 Efpies out from afar a well-fed Bead, 
 Andbruftles up, preparing for theFeaft 5 
 If that by Swiftnefs Tcapeshis gaping Jaws, 
 His bloody Eyes he hurls round, his fharp Pawi 
 Tear up the Ground ; then runs he wild about, 
 Lathing his angry Tail, and roBring out : 
 Beafts creep into their Dens, and tremble there ; 
 Trees, tho' ho Wind be ftirring, fhake with Fear . 
 
 Silence 
 
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 Silence and Horrour fill the Place around, 
 
 Echo it felf fcarce d ares repeat the Sound. Cowl. David. 
 
 So prefs'd with Hunger, from the Mountain's Brow, 
 Defcends a Lion on the Flocks below ; 
 So {talks the lordly Salvage o'er the Plain, 
 In fallen Majefty, and ftern Difdain: 
 In vain loud Maftives bay him from afar, 
 And Shepherds gaul him with an iron War j 
 Regardlefs, furious, he purfues his Way, 
 He foams, he roars, he rends the panting Prey. Pope.Hoitt. 
 
 Sothegaul'd Lion, fmartingwith his Wound, 
 Threatens his Foes, and makes the Foreft found : 
 With his ftrong Teeth he bites the bloody Dart, 
 And tears his Side with more provoking Smart : 
 " Till, having fpent his Voice in fruitlefs Cries, 
 He lays him down, breaks his proud Heart and dies. Lanfa*. 
 
 Thus an old Lion ftruggles with his Prey, 
 Which, when all torn, his flaming Eyes furvey, 
 The royal Savage fcorns the eafy Prize, 
 And calls his young Ones forth with dreadful Cries, 
 He gathers round him all the cruel Brood j 
 Bids them fall on, and ftefhes them with Blood. Lee. Glor. 
 
 _, — The Lion's Whelps 
 
 Intim'rousDeer ftill hanfel their young Paws j 
 
 And leave the rugged Bear for firmer Claws. Cowl. Dav. 
 
 See the dread King and Terrour of the Wood ! 
 Stung with keen Hunger, from his Den he comes, 
 Ranges the Plains, and o'er the Foreft roams ; 
 In fullen Majefty he ftalks away, 
 And Tigers tremble while he feeks his Prey, Broome. 
 So the fell Lion, in the lonely Glade, 
 
 His Sideftill imarting with the Hunter's Spear, 
 Tho' deeply wounded, yet noway difmay'd, 
 
 Roars terrible, and meditates new War; 
 In fullen Fury rraverfes the Plain, 
 To find the venr'rous Foe, and bartel him again. Prior. 
 
 The famifh'd Lion thus with Hunger bold, 
 O'er-leaps the Fences of the nightly Fold j 
 The peaceful Flock he tears with cruel Paws ; 
 Wrapt up in iilcnt Fear they li§, and pant beneath his 
 
 (jaws. Laud.Virg. 
 
 As when a Lion, at the Fall of Day, 
 Rouv.'d witn fierce Hunger up to hunt his Prey, 
 Stretches his Limbs out, yawns, and tries his Paws, 
 And for fure Dea'h prepares his cruel J;: ws : 
 Then fcowrs the Hills ; ranges the Foreitso'er, 
 And thunders thro' the Defart with his hideous Roar : 
 
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 The Winds, all hufh'd, fit trembling on the Trees, 
 
 And fcarcely whifper out a gentle Breeze : 
 
 Wolves dare not howl ; but, grinning, foftly creep; 
 
 And ftretch'd out Leopards feign themfelves afleep : 
 
 Th' affrighted Herds clofe in their Covert lie, 
 
 And, to efcape his Rage, with Terrour die. Blac. P. Arth. 
 
 As when a Lion, that with Fury ran, 
 To feize by Night fome weary Caravan, 
 Repuls'd by Fires, and of his Prey bcguil'd, 
 With hideous Roarings raves at his Defeat, (P. Arth. 
 
 Oft (lands, looks back, and makes a {bur Retreat. Blac 
 
 So when a tawny Lion, from the Side 
 Of fome high Lybian Mountain hasdefcryM 
 A fpotted Leopard, or a foaming Boar, 
 To rowze his Courage he begins to roar; 
 He fhakes his hideous Sides; his Briftles rife ; 
 And fiercely round he rowls his firy Eyes : 
 Again he roars; his Paws the Mountain tear ; 
 A fearful Preface to th' enfuing War. Biac.P. Arth. 
 
 As when a Lion, on Numidian Plains, 
 Iscompafs'd round by Dogs and clam'rous Swains, 
 He from his Eyes Defiance cafts around, 
 Roars out, and proudly traverfes the Ground: 
 They (land a!oof, and miflive Weapons throw ; 
 But none dare grapple wirh the noble Foe. Blac. Eliza. 
 
 Thus Lions to their Keepers couch and fawn, 
 And difobey their Hunger ■ Dryd. Cleom. 
 
 " It breeds Contempt, 
 
 For Herds to liften, and pvefume to pry, 
 
 When the hurt Lion groans wi:hin his Den. Dryd. D. Seb. 
 
 Like a caught Lion, raging in the Snare, 
 He plunges in his Paflion, fpends his Force, (Mithr. 
 
 Ana druggies with the Toil that holds him fader. Le^, 
 
 Lion kiWd by Lyjimachw. 
 
 The Prince in a lone Court was plac'd, 
 Unarm'd, all but his Hands, on whrch he wore 
 
 A Pair of Gauntlets. ■ 
 
 At lad the Door of an old Lion's Den 
 Being drawn up> the horrid Bead appear'd : 
 The Flames, which from his Eyes (hot glaring red, 
 Made the Sun dart, as the Spectators thought, • 
 And round them cad a Day of Blood and Dean : 
 The Prince walk'd forward . the large Bead: defcry'd 
 His Prey ; and, wirh a Roar that made us pale, 
 Flew fiercely on him ; but Lyfimachns 
 Starting afide, avoided his firft Shock, 
 
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 With a flight Hurt; and, as the Lion tum'd, 
 Thruft Gauntlet, Arm and all, into his Throat : 
 Then, with Herculean Force, tore forth by th' Roots 
 The foaming bloody Tongue ; and while the Savage, 
 Faint with the Lois, funk to the bluftiing Earth. 
 To plough it with his Teeth, your conquering Soldier 
 Leapt on his Back, and dath'd his Skull to Pieces. Lee. Alex* 
 
 LOADSTONE. 
 
 How is the Loadftone, Nature's fubtile Pride, 
 By the rude Iron woo'd, and made a Bride ? 
 How was tha Weapon wounded ? What hid Flame 
 The ftrong and conqu'ring Metal overcame ? 
 Love, this World's Grace, exalts hisnat'ral Sta*e;; (David. 
 He feels thee, Love, and feels no more his Weight. Cowl. 
 
 LODO NA, chang'd into the River Loddon t 
 
 Lodona's Fate, in Jong Oblivion caft, 
 The Mufefliall ling; and what (he fines (hall laft. 
 Here, as old Bards have fung, Diana (tray'd, 
 Bath'd in the Springs, or fought the cooling Shade ! 
 Here, arnfd with filver Bows, in early Dawn, 
 Her buskin'd Virgins trae'd the dewy Lawn : 
 Above the reft a rural Nymph was fam'd, 
 Thy Offspring, Thames,; the fair Lodona narri'd : 
 Scarce could the Goddefsfrom her Nymph be known, 
 But by the Crefcent, and the golden Zone! 
 She fcorn'd the Praife of Beauty, and the Care : 
 A Belt her Waift, a Fillet binds hea Hair : 
 A painted Quiver on her Shoulder founds ; 
 And with her Dart the flying Deer fhe wounds. 
 It chane'd, as, eager of the Chace, the Maid 
 Beyond the Forefts verdant Limits ftray'd, 
 Pan faw and lov'd ; and, furious wirh Defire, 
 Purfu'd her Flight ; her Flight increas'd his Frrc : 
 Not half fo fwift the trembling Doves can fly, 
 When the fierce Eigle cleaves the liquid Sky •: 
 Not half fofwiftly the fierce Eagle moves, 
 When thro* the Clouds he drives the trembling Doves; 
 As from the God with fearful Speed (he flew * 
 As did the God with equal Speed purfue : 
 Now fainting, linking, pale, the Nymph appears ; 
 Now clofe behind his founding Steps (he hears ; 
 And now his Shadow reach'd her as (lie run •, 
 His Shadow, lengthen'd by the felting Sun: 
 
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 And now his fhorter Breath withfultry Air 
 
 Pants on her Neck, and fans her parting Hair : 
 
 In vain on Father Thames (he calls for Aid > 
 
 Nor could Diana help her injur'd Maid. 
 
 Faint, breathlefs, thus (he pray'd, nor pray'd in vain: 
 
 Ah ! Cynthia, ah ! tho' banifh'd from thy Train, 
 
 Let me, O let me, to the Shades repair; 
 
 My native Shades ; there weep, and murmur there, 
 
 She faid : and, melting as in Tears fhe lay, 
 
 In a foft, filver Stream diilbl\Ad away. 
 
 The (ilver Stream her Virgin ColdneTs keeps, 
 
 For ever murmurs, and for ever weeps : 
 
 Still bears the Name the haplefs Virgin bore, 
 
 And bathes the Foreft where fhe rang'd before : 
 
 In her chafte Current oft the Goddefs laves, 
 
 And with celeftial Tears augments the Waves : 
 
 Oft in her Glafs the muling Shepherd fpies 
 
 The headlong Mountains, and the downward Skies-j 
 
 The wat'ry Landskip of the pendant Woods ; 
 
 And abfent Trees, that tremble in the Floods : 
 
 In the clear aiure Gleam the Flocks are feen ; 
 
 And floating Foreits paint-the Waves with Green : 
 
 Thro' the fair Scene ronl flew the ling'ring Streams ; 
 
 Then, foaming, pour along, and rufh into the Thames* Fpf& 
 
 L O G I C R. 
 
 He was in Logick a great Critick, 
 Profoundly skill'd in Anahytick: 
 He could diftinguiih, and divide 
 A Hair'twixt South and South- Weft Side: 
 On either which he would difpute, 
 Confute, change Hands, and ilill confute : 
 He'd undertake to prove by Force 
 Of Argument, a Man's no Horfe : 
 He'd prove a Buzzard is no Fowl, 
 And that a Lord may be an Owl; 
 A Calf an Alderman, a Goofe a Juftice, 
 And Rooks Committee-Men andTrulteeSs 
 Tk'd run in Debt by Difputation, 
 And pay with Ratiocination. 
 All this, by Syllogifm true 
 In Mood and Figure, he would do. Hud. 
 
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 LONG INUS. 
 
 The Mutes fure Longinus did infpire, 
 And blefs'd their Critick with a Poet's Fire : 
 An ardent Judge, who, zealous in his Truft, 
 With Warmth gives Sentence, yet is always juft : 
 Whofe own Example ftrengthens all his Laws, 
 And is himfelf trie great Sublime he draws. Pope. 
 
 LOOK S. 
 
 A chearful Sweetnefs in his Looks he has, 
 And Innocence unartful in his Face : 
 
 A modeft Blufh he wears, not form'd by Art, ( Juv. 
 
 Free from Deceit his Face, and full as free his Heart. Cong. 
 
 His Prefence bears the Shew of manly Virtue. Otw.Ven. Pr. 
 
 Such Beauty, as great Strength thinks no Difgrace, 
 Smil'd in the manly Features of his Face . 
 His large black Eyes, fill'd with a fprightful Light, 
 Shot forth fuch lively and illuftrious Night, 
 As the Sun- beams, on Jet reflecting, {hew : 
 His Hair, as black, in long curl'd Waves did flow. 
 His tall, (Irak Body amidif. Thoufands flood, 
 Like fome fair Pine o'erlooking all th'ignobler Wood. 
 
 (Cowl. David. 
 
 Ev'n in his Port, his Habit, and his Face, 
 The mild and great, the Prieft and Prince had Place. 
 
 (Cowl. David. Spoken of Abraham. 
 
 A Look fo fweet, 
 
 As might difarm ev'n Death. Den. Tphig. 
 
 See, what a Grace was feated on his Brow ! 
 Hyperion's Curls, the Front of Jove himfelf^ 
 An Eye, like Mars, to threaten or command : 
 A Station, like the Herald Mercury, 
 New-lighted on a Heav'n- killing Hill : 
 A Combination, and a Form indeed, 
 Where ev'ry God did feem to fct his Seal, 
 To give the World Affurance of a Man. Shak. Haml. 
 
 Read o'er the Volume of his lovely Face, 
 And find Delight writ there with Beauties Pen : 
 Examine ev'ry fev'ral Lineament, 
 
 And, what obfcur'd in this fair Volume lies, (Juk 
 
 Find written in the Margin of his Eyes. Shak. Rom. & 
 
 He has, I know not what, 
 Of Greatncfs in his Looks, -and of high Fate, 
 
 That almoft awes me. Dryd. Mar. A-la-Mcde. 
 
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 See where (he comes with that high Air and Mien, (Love. 
 V/hich marks, in Bonds, the Greatnefs of a Queen. Dr. Tyr. 
 
 ■ The beauteous Face 
 
 With manly Fiercenefs mingled female Grace. Bryd. Ovid. 
 
 Had'ft thou thy felf been by, and but beheld him, 
 Thou would'ft have thought, fuch was his Majefly, 
 That the Gods lighten'd from his awful Eyes, 
 And thunder'd from his Tongue. —— Lee. L.J. Brut. 
 
 He feem'd as he were only born for Love : 
 Whate'er he did was done with fo much Eafe, 
 In him alone 'twas natural to pleafe : 
 His Motions all accompany'd with Grace ; 
 And Paradife was open'd in his Face. Dr. Abf. & Ach. 
 
 Her lively Looks a fprightly Mind difclofe j 
 Quick as her Eyes ; and as unfix'd as thofe : 
 Bright as the Sun her Eyes the Gazers ftrike j 
 And, like the Sun, they fhine on all alike : 
 Yet graceful Eafe, and Sweetnefs void of Pride, 
 Might hide her Faults, if Belles had Faults to hide. 
 If to her Shave fome female Errours fall, 
 Look on her Face, and you'll forget them all. Pope.^ 
 
 How were his Eyes with pleafing Wonder fixt, 
 To fee fuch Fire with fo much Sweetnefs mixt! 
 Such eafy Greatnefs, fuch a graceful Port, 
 So turn'd and finiih'd for the Camp or Court ! 
 
 Achilles thus was form'd with ev'ry Grace, 
 And Neveus (hone but in the fecond Place : 
 Thus the great Father of Almighty Rome, 
 Divinely flufh'd with an immortal Bloom, 
 That Cytherea's fragrant Breath beftow'd, 
 In all the Charms of his bright Mother glow'd. Add. 
 
 A venerable Afpedt ! 
 
 Age fits with decent Grace upon his Vifage, 
 
 And worthily becomes his Silver Locks : 
 
 He wears the Marks of many Years well fpent, ( J. Shore* 
 
 Of Virtue, Truth well try'd, and wife Experience. Rowe. 
 
 ■ In his Looks appears 
 
 A wild diftra£ted Fiercenefs : I can read 
 Some dreadful Purpafe in his Face 
 
 Sometimes his Anger breaks thro' all Difguifes, 
 And fpares nor Gods, nor Men : and then hefeems 
 Jealous of all the World} fufpects, and ftarts, 
 And looks behind him. > Denh. Sophy. 
 
 My Heart quakes in me : in your fettled Face, 
 And clouded Brow, methinks I fee my Fate. Otw. Orph. 
 
 Read'ft thou not fomething in my Face, that fpeaks 
 Wonderful Change and Honour from within-me. Otw.Orph. 
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 Methinks I read Diftra&ion in thy Face. Otw. Ven. PrcT. 
 
 . Her Looks grow black, as a tempeftuous Wind ; (Emp. 
 Some raging Thoughts are rouling in her Mind. Dryd. Ind. 
 
 Ne'er think to fright me with your mighty Looks : 
 Know I dareftem that Temped in your Brow, 
 And dafti it back upon you. Dryd. Sec. Love. 
 
 What brutal Mifchief fits upon his Brow ! 
 He may be honeft, but he looks Damnation. Dryd.D. Seb. 
 
 See, the King reddens : 
 
 The Fear, which feiz'd him at Alphonfo's Sight, 
 And left his Face forfaken of his Blood, 
 
 Is vanifh'd now : — ■ ■ - ■■ 
 
 And a new Tide returns upon his Cheeks ; (Trium. 
 
 And Rage and Vengeance fparkle in his Eyes. Dryd. Loye 
 
 Many a Look they can: 
 
 Backward in fullen Meflage from the Heart. D'Aven. Gond. 
 
 His Brow was overcaft with black Revenge. D'Av. Gond. 
 
 By Jupiter, he looks (CrefT. 
 
 So terrible, lam half afraid to praife him. Shak. Troil. &c 
 
 See where he comes, all penfive and alone : (Gran. p. 2. 
 A gloomy Fury has o'erfpread his Face. Dryd. Conq. of 
 
 Why dofl: thou fhake my joys with that ftern Look : 
 Speak j for to me thy Face is as the Heav'ns, 
 And, when thou fmirft, I cannot fear a Storm : 
 But now thy garher'd Brows prognosticate 
 111 Weather : Lightning fparkles from thy Eyes : 
 Speak too, tho' Thunder follow. Lee. Cxf. Borg. 
 
 ■ On your Brow, 
 
 A thoufand Deaths lit' menacing ray Soul. Lee. Mail*, of Par. 
 
 What lofty Looks th'unrivai'd Monarch bears ! 
 How all the Tyrant in his Face appears ! 
 What fullen Fury clouds his fcornful Brow ! (Stat. 
 
 Gods! how his Looks with threatening Ardour glow ! Pope. 
 
 • ■ He mounted to his Seat, 
 
 "With the ftern Vifage of fome favage Lion, 
 Juil reeking from the Slaughter of a Bull. Oldifw. Horn. 
 
 So firy fierce, that they, who fee him nearly, (Theod. 
 May fee his haughty Soul (till mounting in his Face. Lee. 
 
 Then on the Crowd he caft a furious Look, 
 And wither'd all their Strength before he ftrook. 
 
 Dryd. Bocc. Theod. & Hon. 
 
 He faid, and turning fliort, with fpeedy Pace, (Virg. 
 Cafts back a fcornful Glance, and quits the Place. Dryd. 
 
 Each Vaflal has a wild diftra&ed Face, 
 And looks as full of Bus'nefs as a Blockhead 
 I n Times of Danger. ■ Otw. Orph. 
 
 Why dwells that bufy Cloud upon thy Face. Otw.V.Pref. 
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 At this deep Sidrophel look'd wife, 
 And, ttaring round with Owl-like Eyes, 
 He put his Face into a Pofture 
 Of Sapience, and began to blufter : 
 For having three times fhook his Head, 
 _ To^ ftir his Wit up, thus he faid. Hud. 
 
 Yet Sorrow on his Brow majeftick fits. 
 And fliews that from no common Caufe it fprings: 
 His Mien feems earneft, and his Looks profound, 
 Like one upon important Bus'nefs bent. Den. Iphrg. 
 
 Mark but how terrible his Eyes appear ! 
 And yet there's fomething roughly noble there , 
 Which, in unfafhion'd Nature looks divine (Gran, p; i. 
 And, like a Gem, does in the Quarry fhine, DivConq, -of 
 
 He looks 
 
 As if fome mighty Secret work'd within him, 
 And labour'd for a Vent. Lee. Theod. 
 
 An awful Gloom 
 
 Spreads o'er his Face, and gnawing Cares of Love 
 Indent his furrow'd Brows. ■ — Hig.Gen. Conq* 
 
 Thou haft a grim Appearance ; and thy Face 
 Bears a Command in't : tho' thy Tackle's torn, 
 
 Thou fhew'ft a noble Veffel. Shak. 8c Tate. CbrioL 
 
 Spoken of Coriolanus in a mean Habit* 
 
 A gloomy Cloud hung hov'ring o'er his Brow, 
 With melancholy Looks dejected low. Laud. Virg. 
 
 ' They came with Looks 
 Down-cad and damp; yet fuch wherein appear'd 
 Obfcure fome Glimpfe of Joy, to have found their Chi«f 
 Not in Defpair, to have found themfelves not loft 
 In Lofs it felf j which on his Count'nance call 
 Like doubtful Hue.. Milt. Par. Loft. 
 
 He fternly look'd, as hatching in his Breaft 
 Some deep Defign. « Dryd. Bocc. Theod. 6c Hon. 
 
 * ■ - He roul'd around 
 His Eyes, and fix'd awhile upon the Ground : 
 Intent he feem'd ; and anxious in his Breaft : 
 As pond'ring future Things of wond'rous Weight, (Virg; 
 On which he mus'd within his thoughtful Mind. Dryd, 
 
 For his late Difgrace, 
 
 His confeious Virtue rages in his Face. Sedl. Ant. 8c Cleop. 
 
 ' What Diforder, 
 
 What fad Fate's that, that bodes upon your Brow ; 
 
 I fee your Face 
 
 Pale as the .Cherubims at Adam's Fall. Dryd*D. of Guife.' 
 
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 He wears Aflfli&ion in his Afpeft, 
 
 And the black Cloud, that lowrs upon his Brow, (Iphig. 
 Seems to declare ftrange Wretched neft of Sorrow. Den. 
 
 A graceful Sorrow in her Looks fhe bears, 
 Lovely with Grief, and beautiful in Tears. Yald. Strad. 
 
 Methought I faw Love, Anger and Defpair, 
 All combating at once upon her Face. Dryd. M. Queen. 
 
 Why are thofe graceful Sorrows on that Brow ? 
 Why frown thofe Looks, by Nature form'd to (mile ? 
 
 Hig.Gen. Conq. 
 I have obferv'd of late thy Looks are fallen, 
 O'ei caft with gloomy Care and Difcontent. Add. Cato. 
 
 Be not difhearten'd then, nor cloud thofe Looks, 
 That wont to be more chearful and ferene, (Loft. 
 
 Than when faiv Morning firftfmiles on the World. Milt. Par. 
 
 Lift up thy Eyes, and let them Chine once more, 
 Bright as the Morning Sun above the Mifts : 
 My Form alas ! has long forgot to pleafe : 
 The Scene of Beauty and Delight is chang'd : 
 No Rofes bloom upon my fading Cheeks, 
 No laughing Graces wanton in my Eyes ; 
 But haggard Grief, lean-looking fallow Care. 
 And pining Difcontent, a rueful Train, 
 Dwell on my Brow, all hideous and forlorn. Rowe. J. Shore. 
 
 Behold my Looks; and, could my Thoughts be feen, 
 Thou might'ft behold the Pain that cleaves my Breaft within. 
 
 Trapp. Ovid. 
 Whom would not that majeftick Mien deceive ? 
 And his Friend's God-like Eyes that look Divinity ? 
 Why fhould the facred Character of Virtue 
 Shine on a Villain's Countenance ? Ye Pow'rs ! 
 Why fix'd you not a Brand on Treafon'sFront, (Iphig. 
 
 That we might know t'avoid perfidious Mortals. Den. 
 
 O Serpent Heart, hid with a flow'ring Face ! 
 Did ever Dragon keep fo fair a Cave ? 
 O defpis'd Subftance of divinefl Show! 
 Tuft oppofite to what thou juftly feem'ft ! 
 D Nature, what had'ft thou to do in Hell, 
 When thou did'ft bower the Spirit of a Fiend 
 In mortal Paradife of fuch fweet Flefh ? 
 Was ever Book, containing fuch vile Matter, 
 So fairly bound ? Oh that Deceit fhould dwell 
 In fuch a gorgeous Palace ! Shak. Rom. Sc Jul. 
 
 All thy Deformity of Mind breaks our 
 Upon thy cruel Face, and blafts my Eyes. Den. A p. 8c Virg. 
 
 Looks, which, tho' filent, told the inward Smart, 
 And Flame, her Eyes had kindled in his Heart. Ruff. Muf. 
 
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 I guefs you're pleas'd by a malicious Joy, 
 Whofe red and firy Beams caft thro* your Vifage 
 A glowing Pleafure : fure you fmile Revenge. Dr. OEdip, 
 
 Her Looks the Emblems of her Thoughts appear, 
 Vary'd with Rage, with Pity and Defpair. Yald. Strada. 
 
 Confus'd her Look, while Shame and Guilt apice 
 Shifted the whole Complexion of her Face. Bowles. Theoc. 
 
 But what art thou, whofe heavy Looks foretel, (p. 3, 
 
 Seme dreadful Story hanging on thy Tongue ? Shak.Hen.6. 
 
 But fullen Difcontent fat lo wring in her Face. Dr. Horn. 
 
 What means this wild Confution in thy Looks, 
 As if thou wert at Variance with thy felfj 
 Madnefs and Reafon combating within thee ; (Fair Pen. 
 And thou wert doubtful which fhould get the better. Ro we. 
 
 Wild was his Afpeft ; fad as Death his Air ; 
 And on his Brows fat Honour and Defpair. Blac. K.Arth, 
 
 There is no Art 
 To find the Mind's Confhu£tion in the Face. Shak. Macb. 
 
 For Nature forms and foftens us within, 
 And writes our Fortune's Changes in our Face. 
 Pleafure enchants, impetuous Rage tranfports, 
 And Grief dejects, and wrings the tortur'd Soul. Rofc.Hor, 
 
 Tis not my Talent to conceal my Thoughts, 
 Or carry Smiles and Sunfhine in my Face, 
 When Difcontent fits heavy at my Heart. Add. Cato. 
 
 LOVE. 
 
 Love is that Paffion, which refines the Soul j 
 Firft made Men Heros, and thofe Heros Gods : 
 Its genhl Fires inform the fluggifn Mafs j 
 The rugged loften, and the lim'rous warm, 
 Give Wit to Fools, and Manners to the Clown : 
 The reft of Life is an ignoble Cahn ; 
 The Soul, unmov'd by Love's infpiringB.eath, 
 Like lazy Waters, ftagnates and corrupts. Hig. Gen. Con, 
 
 —- ' Love fooths the Mind, 
 
 And fmooths the rugged Breads of human Kind. Dr.Ovid. 
 
 Love fooths the Gentle, but the Fierce reclaims j 
 He fires their Breads, and fills their Souls with Flames. 
 
 (Creech. Ovid. 
 
 Love is the ftrongeft Pow'r, that lords it o'er the Mind. 
 
 (Rowe. Tamerl. 
 
 Love's a Difeafe, Beauties Infection fpreads : 
 
 It enters atthe Eyes j (& Cleop. 
 
 And to the Heart, like fubrile Lightning, flies-. Sedl. Ant. 
 O the pleafing, pleaiing Anguiih; 
 When we love, and when we languifh .' Wifhes 
 
'>°4 ^ O" 
 
 Wifhesrifmg! 
 Thoughts furprizing ! 
 Pleafures courting ! 
 Charms tranfporting i 
 Fanfy viewing 
 Joys enfuing ! 
 O the pleafing, pleating Anguifh I Add. Rof. 
 Love, like a Meteor, (hews a'ihorr iiv'd Bia7.e ; 
 Or treads, thro* various Skies, a wand'nng Maze : 
 Begot by Fanfy, and by Fanfy led ; 
 Here in a Moment j in a Moment fled : 
 But, nVd by Obligations, it will laft ; (-of Ven. 
 
 For Gratitude's the Charm that binds it fafh Lanfd. Jew 
 
 O Love ! thou Bane of the moft gen'rous Souls ! 
 Thou doubtful Pleafure j and thou certain Pain ! 
 What Magick's thine, that melts the hardest Hearts ? 
 
 That fools the wifelt Minds ? Lanfd. Her. Love. 
 
 OLove ! How hard a Fate is thine ! 
 
 Obtain'd with Trouble, and with Pain preferv'd : 
 
 Never at reft. — Lanfd. Her. Love. 
 
 . Love is a blind and foolifh Paflion ; 
 
 Pleas'd and difgufted with it knows not what. Add. Cato* 
 
 When Love's well tim'd, 'tis not a Fault to love : 
 The ftrong, the brave, the virtuous, and the wife, 
 Sink in the foft Captivity together. Add. Cato. 
 O fhun that Pa/lion as thou wouldft thy Bane : 
 The deadlieft Foe to human Happinefs,. 
 That poifons all our Joys ; deftroys our Quiet : 
 Love like a beauteous Field at firft appears j 
 Whofe pleafing Verdure ravifhes the Sight : 
 But all, within the hollow treach'ious Ground, 
 Is nought, but Caverns of Perdition. Hig. Gen. Conq^ 
 
 Sorrow and Joy in Love alternate reign ; (& Hip* 
 
 Sweet is the Blifs j diftra&ing is the Pain. Smith. Phsed. 
 
 True Love is neverhappy but by Halves ; 
 An April Sun-ihine that by Fits appears ; 
 It fmiles by Moments, but it mourns by Tears. Dr. K.Arth. 
 O Love ! Creator Love ! 
 Parent of Heav'n and Earth ! 
 
 Delight of Gods above ! 
 To thee all Nature owes her Birth : 
 
 All that in ambient Air does move 
 Or teems on fertile Fields below, 
 Or fpaikles in the Skies above, 
 Or does in rouling Waters flow, (Brit. Ench. 
 Springs from, the Seed which thou dolt low. L. 
 
 For 
 
For Love ir was, that firft created Light, 
 Mov'd on the Waters, chac'd away the Night 
 From the rude Chaos, and beftow'd new Grace 
 On Things, difpos'd of to their proper Place j 
 Some to relt here and Come to fhine above : 
 Earth, Sea, and Heav'n, were all th' ErTe&s of Love. Wall, 
 To Providence and Chance commit the reft. (Gran. p. 1. 
 Let us but love enough, and we are blefs'd. Dryd. Cong, of 
 Love, that's the World's Prcfervative, 
 
 That keeps all Souls of Things alive: 
 
 Controuls the mighty Pow'rof Fate 5 
 
 And gives Mankind a longer Date : 
 
 The Life of Nature, rhatreftores 
 
 As faft as Time and Death devours : 
 
 To whofe free Gift the World does owe 
 
 Not only Earth but Heaven too : 
 
 For Love's the only Trade, that's driven, 
 
 The Intereft of State, in Heaven : 
 
 Which nothing but the Soul of Man 
 
 Is capable to entertain : 
 
 For what can Earth produce but Love,. 
 
 To reprefent the Joys above ? 
 
 Or who but Lovers can converfe, 
 
 Like Angels, by the Eye-difcourfe ? 
 
 Addrefs and complement by Vifion, 
 
 Make Love, and court by Intuition ? 
 
 And burn in am'rous Flames as fierce, 
 
 As thofeceleftialMinifters? Hud. 
 We of our felves can neither love nor hate : (in a Tub, 
 Heav'n ftill referves the Pow'r to guide our Fate, Eth,Lov€ 
 The Heart which is our PaTfion's Seat, 
 
 Whether we will or no, does beat ; 
 
 And yet we may fupprefs our Breath : 
 
 This lets us fee, that Life and Death 
 
 Are in our Pow'r - 3 but Love and Hate 
 
 Depend not on our Will, but Fate. Wall. 
 And Oh ! in vain from Fate we fly : 
 
 For, fir ft orlaft, as all muft die, 
 
 So 'tis as much decreed above, 
 
 That, firft or laft, we all muft love. Lanfd, 
 There is a Fate in Love as well as War : (Tub,* 
 
 Some, tho' lefs careful, more fuccefsful are. Eth. Lore in a 
 
 Love's Force is fhewn in Countries cak'd with Ice, 
 Where the pale Pole-ftar in the North of Heav'n, 
 Sits high, and on the frory Winter broods, 
 
 Ev'n there Love reigns : 
 
 There the proud God, difdaining Winter's Bound?, 
 
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 O'erleaps the Fences of eternal Snow, 
 
 And with his Warmth fupplies the diftantSun. Dr. K. Arth 
 
 Bur, ah ! what Toil can ftubborn Love abate ?] 
 Should we to drink the frozen Hebrus go -, 
 Or fhiver in the cold SythonianSnow : 
 Or to the fultry EthiopsClimeremove, 
 Parch'd all below, and burning all above ; 
 Ev'n there would Love o'ercome : then let us yield to 
 
 (Love. Staff. Virg.. 
 Love is a Subject to himfelf alone ; 
 And knows no other Empire than his own. Lanfd. Br. Each. 
 'Tis dangerous to refill the Pow'r of Love : 
 The Gods obey him, and he's King above. Otw. Ovid. 
 Love is the noblefl Frailty of the Mind. Dr. Ind. Emp= 
 
 Love is a Paflion, 
 
 Which kindles Honour into noble A£ts. Dryd. Riv. Lad. 
 Fond Love his Darts at Random throws 3 
 And nothing fprings from what he fows : 
 From Foes oifcharg'd, as often meet 
 The fhining Points of Arrows fleet, 
 In the wide Air creating Fire, 
 As Souls that join in one Delire : 
 Love made the lovely Venus burn 
 In vain j and fen- the cold Youth mourn, 
 Who the Purfuit of churhfh Beafls 
 Preferr'd to fleeping on her Breafts : 
 So have I feen the loft Clouds pour 
 Into the Sea a ufelefs Show'r ; 
 And the vex'd Sailors curfe the Rain, 
 For which poor Shepherds pray'd in vain. Wall. 
 
 Love is a Fire that burns and fparkles 
 In Men, as nat'rally as in Charcoals ; 
 Which footy Chymitrs flop in Holes, 
 When out of Wood they extradr. Coals: 
 So Lovers fliouUJ their Paflion choak, 
 That, tho' they burn, they make not fmoke. Hud. 
 O artlcfs Love, where the Soul moves the Tongue, 
 And only Nature fpeakf what Nature thinks. Dr. K. Arth. 
 Loves Paffions are like Parabies, 
 By which Men ftiil mean fomething elfe. Hud. 
 
 For as the Law of Ai ms app oves 
 All waystoConqueft, lb fho ,;d Love's : 
 And not be ry'd to true or falfe, 
 But make that jnfteit which prevails. Hud. 
 » - ■ ■ ■■ My Love difdains the Laws ; 
 
 And, like a King, by Conquelt gains his Caufe : 
 
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 Where Arms take place, all other Pleas are vain ; 
 Love taught me Force, and Force fhall Love maintain ; 
 For, from the firft when Love had fir'd my Mind, (8c I ph. 
 Refolv'd, I left the Care of Life behind. Dr. Bocc. Cym. 
 
 Love is the brighteft Jewel of a Crown ; 
 It fires Ambition, and adorns Renown. Lee. Sophon. 
 
 With Glory and with Love at once I burn j 
 I feel th'infpiring Heat and abfentGod return. Dr. Auren, 
 
 ■ Small Hope attends my mighty Care, 
 
 But of all PaiTions Love does lalt defpair. Dryd. Tyr. Love. 
 
 Time, Ways, and Means of meeting were deny'd j 
 But all thofe Wants ingenious Love fupply'd : 
 Th* inventive God, who never fails his Part, 
 Infpires the Wit, when once he warms the Heart. Dryd. 
 
 (Bocc. Sig. & Guif. 
 
 Love is the Frailty of heroick Minds ; 
 And, where great Virtues are, our Pardon finds. Wall. 
 
 Love, fhould forgive the Faults that Love has made. 
 
 (Dryd. Auren. 
 
 But Love, neglefted, will convert to Rage. Dr. Auren. 
 
 Love is the only Coin to Heav'o will go. (Tyr. Love. 
 
 Love, like the Pow'r which we adore, is one. Dryd. 
 
 Why have not they mod Pow'r to move, 
 Whofe Bofoms burn with pureft Love ? Add- Rof. 
 
 - A Love fo pure, 
 
 As will theTeft of Heav'n it felf endure : 
 
 A Love, which never knew a hot Defire $ 
 
 But fiam'd as harmlefs as a Lambent Fire : 
 
 A Love, which pure from Soul to Soul might pafs, ' 
 
 As Light-tranfmitted thro' a criftal Glafs. Dryd. Tyr. Lovei 
 
 We lov'd without tranfgrefling Virtues Bounds ; 
 We fix'd the Limits of our tender'!* Thoughts ; 
 Came to the Verge of Honour, and there ftopt : 
 We wai m'd us by the Fire, but were not fcorch'd ; 
 If this be Sin, Angels might love with more ; 
 And mingle Rays of Minds lefs pure than ours : • 
 Our Souls enjoy'd ; but, to their holy Feaft*, 
 Bodies, on both fides, were forbidden Guefts. Dr. Lov. TrL 
 
 Not fodiTine a Flame, fince deathlefs Gods 
 Fo.bore to vilit the defil'd Abodes 
 Of Men, in any mortalBreaft did burn •, 
 Nor (hall, till Piety and they return. Wall. 
 
 I know thee, Love j on Mountains thou wert bred 5' 
 And Thracian Rocks thy infant Fury fed $> 
 Hard-foul'd,: and not of human Progeny : 
 Love taught the cruel Mother to embrue 
 Her Hands in Blood : 'twas Love~ber Children -flew ; 
 
Was fhe more cruel, or more impious he ? ( Virg, 
 
 An impious Child was Love, a cruel Mother fhe. Staff. 
 Fatal the Wolves to trembling Flocks* 
 
 Fierce Winds to Bloflbms prove ; 
 To carelefs Seamen hidden Rocks 
 
 To human Quiet Love : 
 How fairhlefs is the Lover's Joy ! 
 
 How conftant is his Care ! 
 The Kind with Falfehood Mill deftroy, 
 The Cruel with Defpair. Ether. 
 
 ■ For Love, all Strife, 
 
 All rapid, is the Hurricane of Life. Dr. Conq. of Gran. p.i% 
 
 Delphis, who gave, alone can cure, the Wound : 
 iNo Remedy for Love, but Love, is found. Dryd. The,oc. 
 
 Believe me Prince, tho' hard to conquer Love, 
 'Tis eaiy to direct, and break its Force : 
 A'bfence might cure it j or a fecond Mift'refs 
 Uiight up another Flame, and put out this. Add. Cato, 
 
 If it be hopelefs Love, ufe gen'rous Means j 
 And lay a kinder Beauty to the Wound ; 
 Take in a new Infection to the Heart ; 
 And the rank Poifon of the old will die. Otw. C. Mar. 
 
 All Love may be expell'd by other Love, 
 As Poifons are by Poifons. ■■ Dryd. All for Love. 
 
 Love's an ignoble Joy, below your Care : 
 Glory (hall make Amends with Fame in War. 
 Honour's the nobleil: Chacej purfue that Game j 
 And recompence the Lofs ot Love with Fame : 
 If ftill agaihft fuch Aids your Love prevails, 
 Yet Abfence is a Cure, that feldom fails. Lanfd. Br.Ench. 
 
 Let Honour go or ft ay (£c Crefl'. 
 
 There's more Religion in my Love, than Fame. Dr.Troib 
 
 And Love, once pafs'd, is at the beft forgotten, 
 But oftner fours to Hate. Dryd. Span. Fryar.. 
 
 L OVE R and MIS TR E S & 
 
 I cannot bear 
 To owe the Sweets of Love, which I have tafted^ 
 To the fubmiflive Duty of a Wife : 
 I would owe nothing to a Name Co dull 
 As Husband is, but to a Lover all. 
 
 My Tendernefs 
 SurpafTes that of Husbands for their Wives. 
 that you lov'd like me ! then'you would find' 
 A thoufand thoufand Niceties in Love : 
 The common Love of Sex to Sex is brutal :. 
 
 But> 
 
I o 
 
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 But Love, refin'd, will fanfy to it felf 
 Millions of gentle Cares, and fweet Difquiets: 
 The being happy is not half the Joy ; 
 The manner of the Happinefs is all' ! 
 In me, my charming Mittrefs, you behold 
 A Lover, that difdains a lawful Title; 
 Such as of Monarchs to fucceflive Thrones : 
 The gen'rous Lover holds by Force of Arms, 
 
 And claims his Crown by Conqueft. - 
 
 The very Name of Wife and Marriage 
 Is Poyfon to the deareft Sweets of Love : 
 To pleafe my Nicenefs you muft feparate 
 The Lover from his mortal Foe, the Husband : 
 Give ro the yawning Husband your cold Virtue ; 
 But all your vigorous Warmth, your melting Sighs, 
 Your am'rous Murmurs, be your Lover's Part. Dr. Amphi 
 
 In her, who to a Husband is fo kind, 
 What Raptures might a Lover hope to find! Roch. Valen. 
 
 L O V E and R E A S> O Z7". 
 
 Reafon and Love rend my divided my Soul : 
 Love to his Tune my jarring Heart would bring ; 
 But Reafon over-winds and cracks the String. Dr.D.of GuiH 
 
 I love the Man my Reafon bids me hate : 
 The War's begun ; the War of Love and Virtue j 
 And I am fixt to conquer or to die : 
 Thou know'ft the Smugglings of my wounded Soul y 
 Haft feen me drive againft this lawlefs Paffion, 
 'Till I have lain like Slaves upon the Rack ; 
 My Veins half burft, my weary Eye-balls fixt ; 
 My Brows all cover'd with big Drops of Sweat, 
 Which ftruggling Grief wrung from my tortur'd Brain. 
 
 (Lee. P.ofCleve. 
 
 How weak is Prudence, when oppos'd to Love ! Hig. 
 
 (Gen. Conq, 
 
 Small Paffions often make our Reafon yield :: 
 When Love invades it well may quit the Field. • 
 
 Did I not labour, ftrive, all feeing Powers V 
 Did I not weep and pray, implore your Aid ; 
 Burn Clouds of Incenfe on your loaded Altars ? # 
 
 O I call'd Heav'n and Earth to my Affiftance j 
 All the ambitious Fame of Third and Empire y 
 And all the honefl: Pride of confeious Virtue : 
 I' ftruggled ; rav'd : The new-born Paflion reign'd 
 -Almighty in its Birth. Smith. Phsed. cv Hip,. 
 
 Now, Marcus, now, thy Virtue's on the Proof; 
 But forth chy utmoft Strength j work evVy Nerve, 
 
 To 
 
fro L O 
 
 To quell the Tyrant, Love ; and guard thy Heart 
 
 On this weak fide, where mod our Nature fails. Add.Cato. 
 
 Bid me for Honour plunge into a War 
 Of thickeft Foes, and ruflh on certain Death; 
 Then fhalt thou fee, that Marcus is not flow- 
 To follow Glory ; and confefs his Father: 
 Love is not to be reafon'd down, or loft 
 In high Ambition, and a Thirftof Greatnefs : 
 'Tis fecond Life : it grows into, the Soul ; 
 Warms ev'ry Vein, and beats in ev'ry Pulfe: 
 I feel it here : my Refolution melts. Add. Cato. 
 
 Why doftthou urge me thus, and pufh me to 
 The very Brink of Glory ? where, alas ! 
 I look and tremble at the vaft Defcent ; 
 And yetev'n there, to the vaft bottom down 
 My rath Advent'rer Love would have me leap, 
 And grafp my Athenais with my Ruin. Lee. Theod. 
 
 Do you yet love the Caufe of all your Woes? 
 Or is (he grown, as fure (he ought to be, (Fry. 
 
 More odious to your Sight, than Toads and Adders. Dr. Sp. 
 
 O there's the utmoft Malice of my Fate, 
 That I am bound to hate, and born to love. Dr. Sp. Fryar; 
 
 O that a Face (hould thus bewitch a Soul, 
 And ruin all that's great and reafonable ! 
 Not fo he lov'd, when he at IfTus fought, 
 And join'd in mighty Duel great Darius; 
 Whom, from his Chariot* flaming all with Gems; 
 He hurl'd to Earth, and crufh'd th' imperial Crown ; 
 Nor could the Gods defend their Images, 
 Which with the gawdy Coach lay overturn'd : 
 s Twas not the fhaft of Love, that did the Feat : 
 Cupid had nothing there to do : but now 
 Two Wives he takes; two Rival Queens difturb 
 The Court; and, while each Hand does Beauty hold, 
 Where is there Room for Glory ?-Lee.Alex.Spoken of Alex. 
 
 O what a Traitor is my Love, 
 
 That thus enthrones me ! 
 
 I fee the Errcurs, that I would avoid, 
 
 And have my Reafon ftill, but not the ufe of 't : 
 
 It* angs about me, like a wither'd Limb, 
 
 3ound up., and numb'd by fome Difeafes Froft ; (Virg^ 
 
 The Form the fame ; but all the Ufe is loft. How. Veft. 
 
 Talk not of Reafon : What, but Love, is Reafon ? 
 
 For what, bu: Love, i^ Happinefs? 
 
 Love firft appears v. ,:h Rtvfon in the S- ul ; 
 
 And, by degrees, "vith Reafon it decays. Den.Rin. Sc Arm. 
 
 Spight ox the .hi&h-wroughi Tempeft in my Soul ; 
 
 Spighr 
 
L O jii 
 
 Spight of the Pangs which Jealoufie has coft me ; 
 This haughty Woman reigns within my Breaft : 
 In vain I ftrive to put her from my Thoughts j 
 To drive her out with Empire and Revenge 5 
 Still (he comes back like a retiring Tide, 
 That ebbs a while, but ftrait returns again, 
 
 Aiid fwells above the Beach. . Rowe. Tamerl. 
 
 So weakly Reafon too refifts Defire $ (Circe, 
 
 And, like fmall Show'rs, only augments the Fire. D'Avem 
 
 With folded Arms and down caft Eyes he ftands ; 
 The Marks and Emblems of a Woman's Fool ! Otw.C.Mar, 
 
 O he is loft in a fond Maze of Love j 
 The idle Truantry of callow Boys ! 
 I'ad rather truft my Fortunes with a Daw, 
 That hops at ev'ry Butte: fly he fees ; 
 Than have ro do in Honour with a Man, 
 That fells his Virtue for a Woman's Smiles. Otw, Orpli, 
 
 Curfe on this- Love, this little Scare-crow, Love, 
 That frights Fools with his painted Bow of Lath 
 
 Out of their feeble Senfes. Otw. Oph. 
 
 All-pow'rful Love, whatChanges canlt thoucaufe 
 In human Hearts, fubjedled to thy Laws ! Dryd. Virg, 
 
 O Lucia, Language is too faint to (hew 
 His Rage of Love ; it preys upon his Life : 
 He pines; he iVkens ; he defpairs ; he dies 5 
 His Paffions and his Virtues he confus'd-, 
 And mix'd together in fo wild a Tumult, 
 That the whole Man is quite disfigur'd in him : 
 Heav'ns : Would one think 'twere poilible for Love, 
 To make fuch Ravage in a noble Soul ! Add. Cato, 
 
 O Lev, ! Thou Bane of an unhappy Maid! 
 Still art thou bufy at my panting. Heart 5 
 Still doff thou meit my Soul with thy foft Images, 
 And make my Ruin pkafing : Fi ndly I try, 
 By Gales of Sighs, and Floods of ftreaming Tears^ 
 To vent my Sorrows andaifwage my Paiiions : 
 Still new Supplies renew th' exhaufted Stores. 
 Love reigns my Tyrmt : to himfelf alone 
 He vindicates the Empire of my Breaft, 
 Andbanifhes all Thoug us of Joy for ever: Rowe.Am.Step, 
 
 Als: ! Thou know'ft not what it is to love, 
 A G ve of Pikes 
 
 Who r c polifh'd Steel romfai fc\ rely fhines, 
 Is m<t .0 dreadful a .nib beaureot 5 Queen: 
 When we behold .r. \ng . 1 u feai 
 Is tobeimpude' — — h\ Span.Fryar. 
 Earlv, thouki ■ ' ii u'orefl: 
 
 But 
 
J" 1 * 
 
 L O 
 
 But long, my Friend, ere Slumber clos'd my Eyes : 
 
 Long was the Combat fought 'twixt Love and Glory : 
 
 The Fever of my Paflion eat me up; 
 
 My Pangs grew ftronger, and my Rack was doubled : 
 
 My Bed was all afloat with the cold Drops, 
 
 That mortal Pain wrung from my lab'ring Limbs: 
 
 My Groans more deep than others dying Gafps. Lee.TheodL 
 
 Alas ! Beliza, thou haft never known 
 The fatal Pow'r of a refiftlefs Love r. 
 Like that avenging Guilt, which haunts the Impious, 
 In vain we ftrive by flying to avoid it : 
 In Courts and Temples it purfues us (till, 
 And in the loudefl Clamours will be heard : 
 It grows a Part of us ; lives in our Blood ; 
 And ev'ry beating Pulfe proclaims its Force, Rowe.Am.Step. 
 
 ■ — I could as foon 
 
 Stop a Spring-Tide, blown in, with my bare Hand, 
 As this impetuous Love. Dryd. D. Seb. 
 
 Believe me, my Beliza, I am grown 
 So fond of the Delufion, that has charm'd me, 
 I hate th* officious Hand, that offers Cure. Rowe.Amb. Step, 
 
 — Then, O my Friend, 
 
 Tear not thofe Wounds, which thou fhould'ft rather heal, 
 
 Advice to wretched Lovers is the fame 
 
 As Drops of Water, caft on concurring Flames : 
 
 They add new Fury to their native Rage. Hig. Gen. Conq. 
 
 Falling in L O V E. 
 
 I faw, and was undone ; a fubtile Fire (Theoc. 
 
 Ran thro' my Veins, and kindled hot Defire. Bowles. 
 
 How faft I languifh, and how foon I love \ 
 Armies, when they bepin to difobey, ^ 
 
 And fearful grow, melt not fo faft away V 
 
 Before the Foe, who puflies on the Day. D'Aven. Circe'. J 
 
 The fatal Dart a ready Paflage found, 
 And deep within his Heart infix'd the Wound : 
 Th' inevitable Charms of Emily 
 Scarce had been feen j bur, feiz'd with fuddain Smart, 
 Stung to the Quick, he felt it at his Heart : 
 Struck blind with overpow'ring Light he flood y. 
 Then ftarted back, amaz/d ; and cry'd aloud. 
 O, when my mortal Anguifh caus'd my Cry, 
 That Moment I was hurt thro' either Eye : 
 Pierc'd with a Random-Shaft I faint away ; 
 And perifli with infenfible Decay : 
 A Glance from fome new Goddefs gave the Wound, 
 Whom, like Acteon, unaware I found ; 
 
 Un- 
 
} 
 
 LO yi 3 
 
 Unknowingly fhe drikes, and kills by Chance : 
 
 Poifon is in her Eyes, and Death in ev'ry Glance : 
 
 Or, I miift ask; nor ask alone - r but move 
 
 Her Mind to Mercy, or mull die for Love. Dryd.Pal.8c Arc. 
 
 Speechlefs the Hero, and adonifh'd flood ; 
 And found an unknown Temper in his Blood :. 
 A painful Pleafure feizJd his beating Heart ; 
 And in his Bread he felt and lovM the Smart: 
 The wand'ring Flame creeps thro* his wounded Veins; 
 And all the Springs of Life the foft Contagion gains. Blac> 
 
 (P. Arch. 
 
 O he devours her Beauties with his Eyes ; 
 While thro' his glowing Veins th" Infection flies: 
 Swifter than Lightening to his Bread it came; 
 Like that, a fair, but a dedru&ive, Flame. Yald. Strada. 
 
 His Godlike Features, and his heav y nly Hue ; 
 And all his Beauties were expos'd to View : 
 His naked Limbs the Nymph with Rapture fpies j 
 While hotter PafTions in her Bofom rife ; 
 Flufli in her Cheeks, and fparkle in her Eyes. 
 She longs, (he burns, to clafp him in her Arms 
 And, looks, and lighs; and kindles at his Charms. Add.Ov. 
 
 The Lover ga^'d ; and, burning with Defire, 
 The more he look'd, the more he fed his Fire. Dryd. Virg* 
 
 When fird I faw the Prince, 
 
 I felt a .pleafing Motion at my Heart: 
 Short breathing Sighs heav"d in my panting Bread ; 
 The mounting Blood fludfd in my glowing Face, 
 And dy'd my Cheeks with more than ufua-1 Blufhes: 
 I thought him fure the Wonder of his Kind ; 
 And wifrfd my Fate had giv'n me fuch a Brother ; 
 Yet knew not that I lov'd ; but thought, that all, 
 Like me, beheld, and blefs'd him for his Excellence. 
 
 ■«- Would I had been a Man : 
 
 With Honour then I might have (ought his Friendfliip ; 
 
 Perhaps, from long Experience of my Faith, 
 
 He might have lov'd me better than the red ; 
 
 Amidd the Dangers of the horrid War ; 
 
 Still had I been the nearerVro his Side - r 
 
 In Courts and Triumphs dill had (hard his Joys: 
 
 Or, when the fportful Chace had call'd us forth, 
 
 Together we had chear'd our foaming Steeds ; 
 
 Together prfefs'd the Savage o'er the Plain, 
 
 And, when o'er labour'd with the pleafing Toil, (Am.Step. 
 
 Strerch'd on the verdant Soil, had flept together. Rowe* 
 
 But then, Hippolitus! 
 
 Gods .' How he look'd and mov'd when he approach'd me ! 
 
 Dread- 
 
f 14 h O 
 
 Dreadful as Mars, and as his Venus lovely; 
 
 His kindling Cheeks with purple Beauties glow 'd ; 
 
 His lovely fparkling Eyes fhot martial Fires : 
 
 O -Godlike Form ! O extafy of Tranfport ! 
 
 My Breath grew (hort; my beating H.crt fprung upward, 
 
 And leao'd and bounded in my heaving Bofom : 
 
 Gods ! How I (hook ! What boiling Heat inflam'd 
 
 My panting Breaft ! That Night with Love I ficken'd u 
 
 Oft I receiv'd his fatal charming Vifits : 
 
 Then wou'd he talk with fuch a heav'nly Grace ; 
 
 Look with fuch dear Companion on my Pains; 
 
 That I cou'd wifh to be fo rick for ever : 
 
 My Ears, my greedy Eyes, my thirfty Soul, 
 
 Drunk gorging in the dear delicious Poifon ; 
 
 *TH1 I was toft, quire loft in impious Love : (Phsed. & Hip. 
 
 The God of Love, ev'n the whole God pofTefs'd me. Smith. 
 
 Sincere, O tell me, hift thou felt a Pain 
 Emma, beyond what Woman knows to feign ? 
 Has thy uncertain Bofom ever drove 
 With the firft Tumults of a real Love? 
 Haft thou now dreaded, and now blefs'd his Sway; 
 By Turns averfe, and joyful to obey ? 
 Thy Virgin foftnefs haft thou e'er bewail'd, 
 As Reafon yielded, and as Love prevail'd I 
 And wept the Potent God's refiftlefs Dart y *J 
 
 His killing Pleafure, his extatick Smart, 5 
 
 And heav'nly Poifon thrilling thro' thy Heart ? Prior. J 
 
 If Love, alas ! be Pain, the Pain I bear, 
 No Thought can figure, and no Tongue declare : 
 Ne'er faithful Woman felt, nor falfe one feign'd 
 The Flames which long have in my Bofom reign'd : 
 The God of Love himfelf inhabits there, *> 
 
 With all his Rage, and Dread, and Grief, and Care. S 
 His Complement of Stores, and total War. Prior. «J 
 
 Love reigns a very Tyrant in my Breaft ; 
 Attended on his Throne by all his Guards 
 Of furious Wifhes, Fears, and niceSufpicions.Otw.C.Mar. 
 
 > I'm all o'er Love : 
 
 Nay, I am Love : Love (hot, and (hot fo faft, (Gran. p. I. 
 He' fhot himfelf into my Breaft at laft. Dryd. Conq. of 
 
 I burn, I burn, like kindled Fields of Corn, 
 When by the driving Winds the Flames are borne. Scro.Ov. 
 
 For oh ! I burn like Fires with Incence bright; 
 .Not holy Tapers ftiine with purer Light : 
 iEneas is my Thoughts perpetual Theme ; 
 Their daily Longing, and their nightly Dream : 
 
 My 
 
L O H5 
 
 My felf, I cannot to my felf reftore; 
 
 Still I complain, and (till I love him more. Dryd. Ovid. 
 
 I look'd and gaz,'d, and never mifs'd my Heart, 
 It fled fo pleafvngly away : Bur now 
 My Soul is all Lavinia's ; now (he's fix'd 
 Firm in my Heart, by fecret Vows made there, 
 Th' indelible Records of faithful Love ! Otw. C. Man . 
 
 A mutual Warmth thro' both their Bofoms fpread ; 
 Fate gave the Signal ; both at once began 
 The gentle Race, and with juft Pace they ran : 
 Ev'n fo, methinks, when two fair Tapers come, 
 From fev'ral Doors, ent'ring at once the Room, 
 With a fwift Flight, that leaves the Eye behind, 
 Their am'rous Lights into one Light are join'd : 
 Nature herfelf were Hie to judge the Cafe, (Dav. 
 
 Knew not which firft began the kind Embrace. Cowl, 
 No Warning 'of th* approaching Flame ; 
 Swiftly, likehiddain Death, it came: 
 Like Travellers, by Lightening kill'd, 
 I burnt the Moment I beheld ; 
 To what my Eyes admh 'd before^ 
 I add a thou r and Graces more : 
 And Fanfy blows into a Flame 
 The Spark that from her Beauty came : 
 And, th* Object thus improv'd by Thought, 
 By my own Image I am caught : 
 Pygmalion fo, with fatal Art, 
 
 Polifh'd the Form that ftung his Heart. Lanfd. B. Ench 
 For thus the Bedlam Train of Lovers ufe 
 T' enhance the Value, and the Faults excufe: 
 And therefore 'tis no Wonder, if we fee, 
 They doat on Dowdies and Deformity: 
 Ev'n what tliey cannot praife, they will not blame, 
 But veil with fome extenuating Name : 
 The fallow Skin is for the fwarthy put; 
 And Love can make a Slattern of a Slut : 
 If cat-cy*d, then a Pallas is their Love : 
 If freckled, fhe's a parti-colour'd Dove : 
 If little, then fhe's Life and Soul all o'er : 
 An Amazon, the large two-handed Whore: 
 She ftammers ? Oh what Grace in Lifping lies I 
 If fhe fays nothing, to be fine (he's wife : 
 If loud, and with a Voice to drown a Quire, 
 Sharp-witted fhe muft be, and full of Fire : 
 The lean confumptive Wench, with Coughs decay'd, 
 Is call'd a pretty, tight, and ilender Maid : 
 Th'o'ergrowDj a goodly Ceres is exprefs'd, 
 
 A 
 
fa 6 
 
 L O 
 
 A Bedfellow for Bacchus at the leaft: 
 
 Flat Nofe the Name of Satyr never mifies ; 
 
 And hanging blubber Lips, but pout for Rifles. Dr. Luciv 
 
 He walk'd about the Grove, 
 
 And loudly fung his Roundelay of Love ; 
 
 But on the fudden ftop'd, and i*lent ftood, 
 
 {'As Lovers often mule, and change their Mood) 
 
 Now high as Heav'n, and then as low as Hell, 
 
 Now up, now down, as Buckets in a Well : 
 
 For Venus, like her Day, will change her Chear, (& Arc. 
 
 And feldom (hall we fee a Friday clear. Dryd. Chauc. Pah 
 
 Well cou'd I all my other Ills endure, 
 But Love's a Malady without a Cure. 
 Fierce Love has piere'd me wkh his firy Dam 
 He fries within, and hides at my Heart;. 
 Of fnch a Goddefs no Time leaves Record, (Pal. 8c Arc. 
 Who burn'd the Temple, where (he was ador'd.Dryd.Chau, 
 She had a thoufand jadifh Tricks, 
 
 Worfe than a Mule that flings and kicks 
 
 'Mong which one crofs-grain'd Freak (he had, 
 
 As infolent as ftrange and mad : 
 
 She could Love none, but only fuch 
 
 As fcorn'd and hated her as much : 
 
 'Twas a ftrange Riddle of a Lady ; 
 
 Not Love, if any lov'd her! Hey-day ! 
 
 So fome Difeafes have been found 
 
 Only to feize upon the Sound. 
 
 He, that gets her by Heart, mil ft fay her 
 
 The back Way, like a Witch's Prayer. 
 
 Love in her Heart as idly burns 
 
 As Fire in antique Roman Urns, 
 
 To warm the Dead, and vainly light 
 
 Thofe only, that fee nothing by't. 
 
 She had not Pow'r to entertain. 
 
 And render Love for Love again : 
 
 As no Man can draw in his Breath 
 
 At once, and force out Air beneath. Hud. 
 When Day declines, and Feafts renew the Nighr 3 
 Still on his Face (he feeds her famiih'd Sight: 
 She longs again to hear the Prince relate 
 His own Adventures, and the Trojan Fate : 
 He tells it o'er and o'er j but ftill in vain ; 
 For (he ftill begs to hear it once again : 
 The Hearer on the Speaker's Mouth depends j 
 And thus the tragick Story never ends. 
 Then, when they parr, wtien Phoebe's paler Light 
 Withdraws,, and falling Stars to lleep invite, 
 
 Sh<r 
 
L O P7 
 
 She laft remains, when ev'ry Gueft is gone, 
 
 Sits on the Bed he prefs'd, and fighs alone : 
 
 Abfent, her abfenc Hero fees and hears j 
 
 Or in her Bofom young Afcanius bears; 
 
 And feeks the Father's Image in the Child j 
 
 If Love by Likenefs might be fo beguil'd. Dr. Virg. 
 
 Th' unhappy Queen with Talk prolong'd the Night, (Virg, 
 And drank large Draughts of Love with vaft Delight. Dr 
 
 Can I forget him? Drive him from my Soul? 
 
 he will (till be prefent to my Eyes ; 
 His Words will ever echo in my Ears ; 
 Still will he be the Torture of my Days, 
 Bane of my Life, and Ruin of my Glory. 
 
 'His fatal Form 
 
 Reigns in my Heart, and dwells before my Eyes : 
 If to the Gods I pray, the very Vows, 
 
 1 make to Heav'n, are by my erring Tongue. 
 Spoke to Hippolitus: Ifl try to tleep, 
 
 Strait, in my drowzy Eyes, my reitlefs Fanfy (Phxd.St Hip, 
 Brings back his fatal Form.and eurfes all my Slumbers.Smith. 
 
 My Cheeks no longer did their Colour boaft : 
 My Food grew loathtom, and my Strength I loft: 
 Still, e'er Ifpoke, a Sigh wou'd ftop my Tongue: 
 Short were my Slumbers, and my Nights were long : 
 I knew not from my Love thofe Griefs did grow ; 
 Yet was, alas ! The Thing I did not know. Dryd. Ovid. 
 
 As Wax diifolves, and Ice begins to run, 
 And trickle into Drops before the Sun : 
 So melts the Youth and languifhes away ; 
 His Beauty withers, and his Limbs decay. Add. Ovid. 
 
 Lucia, thou know'ir. not half the Love he bears thee : 
 Whene'er hefpeaks of thee, his Heart's in Flames: 
 He fends out all his Soul at ev'ry Word ; (Cat. 
 
 And thinks, and talks, and looks,like one tranfported. Add. 
 
 He greatly Loves thee, 
 
 His Eyes, his Looks, his Actions, all betray it : 
 
 But ftill the fmother'd Fondnefs burns within him : 
 
 When mod itfwells, and labours for a Vent; 
 
 The Senfe of Honour, and Detire of Fame, 
 
 Drive the big PalTion back into his Heart. Add. Cato, 
 
 Alas! Thou talk'ft like one who never felt 
 Th' impatient Throbs and Longings of a Soul, 
 That pants, and reaches after diftant Good ; 
 A Lover does not live by vuigar Time : 
 Believe me, Portius, in my Lucia's Abfence, 
 Life hangs upon me, and becomes a Burthen; 
 And yet, when I behold the charming Maid, 
 
 I'm 
 
fiS L O 
 
 I'm ren times more undone ; while Hope, and Fear, 
 And Grief, and Rage, and Love, rife up at once, 
 And with Variety of Pain diftracT: me. Add. Cato. 
 
 Tell her thy Brother languishes to death, 
 And fades away, and withers in his Bloom j 
 That he forgets his Sleep, and loaths his Food j 
 That Youth, and Health, and War, avejoylefsto him: 
 Defcribe his anxious Days, and reftlefs Nights, 
 And all the Torments, that thou fee'rt me fuffer. Add.Cato. 
 
 Teach mejo Love ? 
 
 Teach Craft to Scots, and Thrift to Jews, 
 Teach Boldnefs to the Stews : 
 In Tyrants Courts teach fubtle Flattery ; 
 Teach Jefuits that have travel I'd far, to lie : 
 
 Teach Fire to burn, and Winds to blow, 
 Teach reftlefs Fountains how to flow j 
 Teach the dull Earth fix'd to abide, 
 Teach Womankind Inconftancy and Pride : 
 But, prithee, teach not me to love. 
 *Tis I, who Love's Columbus am ; 'tis I 
 
 Who mud new Worlds in Love defcry, 
 Me Times to come, I know it, fhall 
 Love's lair, and greateft Prophet call : 
 But ah ! What's that, if (he refufe 
 To hear the wholefom Doctrines of my Mufe? 
 If to my Share the Prophet's Fate muft come, 
 
 Hereafter Fame, here Martyrdom ? Cowl. 
 
 In Love with an Emmy. 
 
 To Love's no ftranger than to live : A Tax 
 Impos'd on all by Nature j paid in kind, 
 
 Familiar as our Being But is't not ftrange 
 
 To love an Enemy, whom yefter Sun beheld 
 
 Muft'ring her Charms, and rolling, as (he pafs'd 
 
 By ev'ry Squadron, her alluring Eyes, 
 
 To edge her Champions Swords, and ui ge my Ruin ? 
 
 The Shouts of Soldiers, and the Burft of Cannon, 
 
 Maintain ev'n (till a deaf and murm'ring Noife, 
 
 Nor is Heav'n yet recover'd of the Sound 
 
 Her Battel rous'd : Yet fpite of me I love. Dr. D. Seb. 
 
 But Love with Malice: As an angry Cur 
 Snarls while he feeds j fo will I feize, and ftanch 
 The Hunger of my Love on this proud Beauty, 
 And leave the Scraps for Slaves. Dryd. OEdip. 
 
 Thou love ! That odious Mouth was never fram'd 
 
 To fpeak a Word fo foft: 
 
 Name Death again ; for that thou canft pronounce 
 
 With 
 
L O fi 9 
 
 With horrid Grace, becoming of a Tyrant : 
 Love is for human Hearts, and not for thine, 
 Where the brute Bead extinguifhes the Man. 
 
 Infult not: 
 
 Too foon, proud Beauty, I confefs no Love.; 
 Yet 'tis below my Greatnefs todifownit. 
 Love thee implacably, yet hate thee too : 
 Would hunt thee bare-foot in the mid-day Sun, 
 Thro' the parch'd Defarts, and the fcorching Sands, 
 T'enjoy thy Love, and once enjoy'd to kill thee* 
 
 Lay by thy Lion's Hide, vain Conqu'ror, 
 And take the Diftaff, for thy Soul's my Slave. 
 
 Yes I will wed thee. 
 
 In fpight of thee, and of my felf I will: 
 
 For what ? To people Africa with Monfters, 
 Which that unnat'ral Mixture muft produce . 
 Serpent, I will engender Poifon with thee ; 
 Join Hate with Hate ; add Venome to theTJirth-: 
 Our Offspring, like the Seed of Dragon's Teeth, (D.Seb, 
 Shall iflue arm'd, and fight thernfelves to Death. Dryd. 
 
 O Horrour! Horrour! After this Alliance, 
 Let Tygers match with Hinds, and Wolves with Sheep $ 
 And ev'ry Creature couple with his Foe. Dryd. Span. Fryar. 
 
 Now let the Lamb and Wolf no more be Foes ; 
 Let Oaks bear Peaches, and the Pine the Rofe : 
 From Reeds and Thirties, Balm and Amber fpringj 
 And Owls and Daws provoke the Swan to fing, 
 Let Tityrus in Woods with Orpheus vie, 
 And foft Arion on the Waves defie. Staff. Virg. 
 
 Let Griffins, Mares, and Eagles, Turtles, woo; 
 And tender Fawns the rav'ning Dogs purfue. Chetw. Virg. 
 
 Protejlations and Transports of Love, 
 
 • I come. 
 
 I fly to my ador'd Caftalio's Arms, 
 
 My WiQies Lord ! May ev'iy Morn begin 
 
 Like this, and with our Days our Loves renew! Otw. Orph. 
 
 Chamont's the deareft Thing I have on Earth ! (Orph. 
 Give me Chamont, and let the World forfake me. Otw. 
 
 1 will throw my impatient Arms about her, 
 In her foft Bofom figh my Soul to Peace, 
 
 Till thro' my panting Breaft (he finds the Way 
 
 To mould my Heart, and make it what fhe will. Otw.Oiph. 
 
 1 will not reft, till I have found Caftalio, 
 My Wifhes Lord, comely as rifing Day, 
 Amidft ten thoufand eminently known, 
 Flow'rs fpring where-c'er he treads, his Eyes 
 
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 Fountains of Brightnefs, chearing all about him ! 
 When will they Thine on me ? Otw. Orph. 
 
 With what a -graceful Tendernefs he loves! 
 And breathes the foftefl, the fincereft Vows ! 
 Complacency, and Truth, and manly Sweetnefs (Cato. 
 Dwell ever on his Tongue and fmooth his Thoughts. Add. 
 
 O, he was all made up of Love and Charms^ 
 Whatever Maid cou'd wifh, or Man admire j 
 Delight of ev'ry Eye! When he appear'd, 
 A feci et Pleafure gladderi'd all that faw him : 
 But when he talk'd, the proudeft Roman blufhM 
 To hear his Virtues, and old Age grew wife. Add. Cato, 
 
 O my Lavinia! If my Heart e'er ftray, 
 Or any other Beauty ever charm me j 
 If I not live intirely only thine, 
 In that curft Moment when my Soul foi Takes thee, 
 May I be hither brought a Captive bound, 
 T'adorn the Triamph of my bafeft Foe. 
 
 And if Mive not faithful to the Lord 
 Of my firft Vows, my deareft only Maiius, 
 May I be brought to Poverty and 'Scorn, 
 Hooted by Slaves forth from thy Gates, O Rome, 
 Till, flying to the Woods t'avoid my Shame, 
 Sharp Hunger, Cold, or fome worfe Fate dehrroy me, 
 And not a Tree vouchfafe a Leaf to hide me. Otw.C.Mar 
 May dreadful Earthquakes fwallow down 
 This VefTel, which is all your own ■> 
 Or may the Heavens fall, and cover 
 Thefe Reliques of your conftant Lover, Hud. 
 
 Oh ! Bid me leap, rather than go to Sylla, 
 From off the Battlements of any Tow'r ; 
 Or walk in thievifh Ways 5 or bid me lurk 
 Where Serpents are : Chain me with roaring Bears, 
 Or hide me nightly in a Charnel-Houfe : 
 Things that to hear but told have made me tremble; 
 And I'll go thro' it without Fear or Doubting, 
 .To keep my Vows unfpotted to my Love. Otw. C. Mar. 
 And if you doubt this to be true, 
 I'll (lake my felf down againft you ; 
 And if I fail in Love or Troth, 
 Be you the Winner, and take both. Hud. 
 
 The Birds fhall ceafe to tune their Ev'ning Song, 
 The Winds to breathe, the waving Woods to move, 
 And Streams to murmur, e're I ceafe to love. Pope. 
 
 Oh thou foft Dear! If ever I forfake thee, 
 At my laft Hour may I defpair of Mercy : 
 
 And 
 
L O $ii 
 
 And may thofe Saints, that knew the Wrong I did thee, • 
 When at Heav'ns Gate I beg for Entrance, anfwer, 
 Remember what thou did'ft to Faufta fwear j -| 
 
 Be gone, for ever leave this happy Sphere j S 
 
 For periur'd Lovers have no Maniion here. Lee Conft. J 
 
 jLlZ ■ O bed: Joy 
 
 Of my abounding Soul ! What (hall I call thee ? 
 
 By Heav'n, thou art all Heav'n ! All Paradife! 
 
 My Soul's beft Life, and my Heart's grafp'd Defire ! 
 
 Thou deareft of the World ! The Mother in her throes, 
 
 After the Rack, when hanging o'er her Babe, 
 
 With bleeding Joys, wild Looks, and yearning Smiles, 
 
 Loves not her Darling more than I love Crifpus. Lee Conft. 
 
 So well I love him, that with him all Deaths 
 I could endure; without him live no Life. Milr.Par. Loft. 
 
 I fwear to you by Heav'n, by all Things facred, 
 By all that's great and lovely upon Earth, 
 By him, by Guife, by all the blefled Moments 
 Of that dear Life, which fingle I prefer 
 To millions of my own, I love him more (Par. 
 
 Than you love Glory, Vengeance and Ambition. Lee.Mafs.of 
 
 For Oh ! I love beyond all former Paffion. 
 Die for him ! That's coo little : I cou'd burn 
 Piece-meal away ; or bleed to Death by Drops : 
 be fiea'd alive ; then broke upon the Wheel : 
 Yer, with a Smile, endure it all for Guife: 
 And, when let loofe from Torments, all one Wound, 
 Run with my mangled Arms, and crufh him dead. Lee 
 
 CMafs.ofPar. 
 Call then, my Lord, call forth your fierce Tormentors • 
 Propofe to Marguerite Flames and Wounds, 
 Ana all the cruel Arts of thoughtful Fury : 
 Or turn me forth a Beggar to the World, 
 And make it Death for any to relieve me: 
 Set the mad Multitude, like Dogs, upon me, 
 To tear, to worry me, like common Flefh ; 
 To drag me to a Ditch, and leave me gafping : 
 Yet with my laft Sighs I will groan to Heav'n, 
 *Tis eafier this, than to be fahe to Guife. Lee Mafs. of Par. 
 
 O Mithridates, mighty as thou art, 
 Before whofe Throne Princes ftand dumb as Death, 
 With folded Arms, and their Eyes fix'd to Earth, 
 Diflionour brand me, if I wou'd not chufe 
 A private Life with her whom my Soul loves, 
 Rather than live-dike thee, with all thy Titles, 
 The King of Kings without her. — . Lee Mith. 
 
 A a 
 
Si* L O 
 
 I fwear upon this Sword y and oh ! 
 
 Be WitneTs, Heav'n, and all avenging Pow'rs, 
 
 Cf the true Love I give the Prince Ziphares : 
 
 When I in Thought forfake my plighted Faith, 
 
 Muchlefs in A£t, for Empire change my Love ; 
 
 May thfs keen Sword by my own Father's Hand 
 
 Be guided to my Heart, rip Veins and Arteries : 
 
 And cut my faithlefs Limbs from this hock'd Body, 
 
 To feaft the rav'nous Birds and Beafts of Prey. Lee. Mithr. 
 
 If thou, more fair, than the red Morning's Dawn, 
 Sweeter than pearly Dews that fcent the Lawn, 
 Than blue-ey'd Vi'lers, or the Damask Rofe, 
 
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 When in her hotteil Fragrancy (he glows 
 
 And the cool Weft her wafted Odours blows ; 
 
 If thou art not the Darling of my Soul, 
 
 May Mountains, big with Curfes on me roul : Lee. Glor. 
 
 ■ By all thofe holy Vows, 
 Which, if there be a Pow'r above, are binding, 
 Or, if there be a Hell below, are fearful ; 
 May ev'ry Imprecation, which your Rage (& Crefs. 
 
 Can wifh on me, take Place, if I am talfe. Dryd. Troil. 
 
 If e'er my Breaft a guilty Flame receives, 
 Or covets Joy, but what thy Prefence^ives : 
 May ev'ry injur'd Pow'r aflert thy Caufe, 
 And Love avenge his violated Laws : 
 While cruel Beafts of Prey infeft the Plain, 
 And Tempefts rage upon the faithlefs Main, 
 Whilft Sighs and Tears (hall lift'ning Virgins move, 
 So long, ye Pow'rs, will fond Neaera love. Yald. Ovid. 
 
 Does the Poor furT'ring fair One Virtue love, 
 Who drinks the Brook, and eats what Nature yields, 
 Rather than feaft in Courts with Lofs of Honour? 
 Do thofe, who on the Rack for Heav'n expire, 
 Love Angels, and eternal Brightnefs there ? 
 
 'Tis fure they do. And oh ! *Tis full as fure, 
 
 That Ca:far Borgia dies for Bellamira. Lee. CxC Bor. 
 
 I love you too with fuch a holy Fire, ($c Arc. 
 
 As will not, cannot, but with Life, expire. Di yd.Chau.Pal. 
 
 And, if beyond this Life Defire can be, (Sig.& Guifc. 
 Not Death it felf (hall fet my Paftion free. Dryd. Boca 
 
 For Blifs, as thou haft Part, to me is Blifs ; 
 Tedious, unfhar'd with thee, and odious foon.Milt.Par.Loft. 
 
 So well I love, Words cannot fpeak how well : 
 No pious Son e'er lov'd his Mother more, 
 Than I my dear Jocafta. Dryd.OEd.*SnokenbyOEdip. 
 
 How I love Hector ? Need I fay I love him ? 
 I am not but in him.—— Dryd. TroiK & Crefs. 
 
 For 
 
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 For I atteft fair Venus and her Son, 
 That I of all Mankind will love but thee alone. Prior. 
 
 My Thought (hall fix, my lateft Wiih depend 
 On thee; Guide, Guardian, K.infman, Father, Friend: 
 By all thofe facred Names be Henry known *% 
 
 To Emma's Heart; and grateful let him own, Ji 
 
 That (he of all Mankind cou'd love but him alone. Prior. J 
 
 Faired Colle&ionof thy Sexes Chaims^ 
 Crown of my Love, and Honour of my Youth, 
 Henry, thy Henry, with eternal Truth, 
 As thou may'it. wifh, (hall all his Life imploy 
 And found his Glory in his Emma's Joy. Prior. 
 
 Let me be grateful itill ro Henry's Eyes : 
 Loft to the World, let me to him be known : 
 My Fate I can abfolve, if he (hall own, 
 That, leaving all Mankind, I love but him alone. Prior. 
 
 Hear, folemn Jove, and confcious Venus, hear : 
 And thou, bright Maid, believe me while I fwear; 
 No Time, no Change, no future Flame fhall move, 
 The well-plac'd Balis of my lading Love. Prior. 
 Hope of my Age, Joy of my Youth, 
 
 Bert: Miracle of Love and Truth ! 
 
 All that cou'd e'er be counted mine. 
 
 My Love and Life long iince are thine : 
 
 A real Joy I never knew, 
 
 'Till I believ'd thy Paflion true : 
 
 A real Grief I ne'er can find, 
 
 'Till thou prove perjur'd or unkind : 
 
 Contempt, and Poverty, and Care, 
 
 All we abhor, and all we fear, 
 
 Bleft with thy Prefence I can bear: 
 
 Thro' Waters and thro" Flames I'll go, 
 
 Suff'rer and Solace of thy Woe. 
 
 Had I a Wifh that did not bear 
 
 The Stamp and Image of my Dear; 
 
 I'd pierce my Heart thro' ev'ry Vein, 
 
 And die to let it out again. 
 
 No : Venus fhall my Witnefs be, 
 
 If Venus ever lov'd like me, 
 
 That for one Hour I wou'd not quit 
 
 My Shepherd's Arms and this Retreat, 
 
 To be the Perfian Monarch's Bride, 
 
 Part'ner of all his Pow'r and Pride; 
 
 Or rule in regal State above, 
 
 Mother of Gods, and Wife of Jove. Prior. 
 I have a Heart, but if it cou'd be falfe 
 To my firft Vows, ever to love again 3 
 
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 Thefe honeft Hands fhou'd tear it from my Breaft, 
 And throw the Tray tor from me South. Oroo. 
 
 For Truth itfelf, and everlafting Love, 
 Grow in this Breaft, and Pleafure in thefe Arms.South.Oroo. 
 
 — «* Here I reign 
 
 In full Delights, in Joys to Pow'r unknown : (Oroon. 
 
 Your Love my Empire, and your Heart my Throne. South. 
 
 There's not a God inhabits the bright Sphere, 
 But for this Beauty wou'd all Heav'n forfwear: 
 Ev'n Jove wou'd try more Shapes her Love to win, 
 And, in new Birds, and unknown Beafts, wou'd fin ; Dryd. 
 
 Tyr. Love. 
 
 1 love you more than Love can wield the Matter ; 
 Dearer than Eye-fight, Space, and Liberty; 
 Beyond what can be valu'd rich or rare : 
 No lefs than Life, with Grace, Health, Beauty, Honour ; 
 As much as Child e'er lov'd, or Father found : 
 A Love, that makes Breath poor, and Speech unable j 
 Beyond all manner of fo much I love you. Shak.K. Lear. 
 
 While Amadis Oriana's Love poifefs'd, 
 Secure of Empire in that beauteous Breaft, 
 Not Jove, the King of Gods, like Amadis, was blefs'd 
 
 While t' Oriana Amadis was true, 
 Nor wand'ring Flames to diftant Climates drew; 
 No Heav'n, but only Love, the pleas'd Oriana knew 
 Tho' brave Conftantius charms with ev'ry Art, 
 That can entice a tender Virgin's Heart, 
 Whether he fhines for Glory or Delight, 
 To tempt Ambition, or enchant the Sight, 
 Were Amadis reftor'd to my Efteem, 
 I would reject a Deity for him. 
 
 Tho' f alfe, as wat'ry Bubbles, blown by Wind, 
 Fix'd in my Soul, and rooted in my Mind, 
 I love Oriana, faithlefs and unkind : 
 O were fhe kind, and faithful as ftie's fair, 
 For her alone I'd live, and die for her. Lanfd. Brit. Ench. 
 
 Place me on Mountains of eternal Snow, 
 Where all is Ice, all winter Winds that blow ; 
 Or caft me underneath the burning Line, 
 
 Where everlafting Sun does fhine; 
 Where all is fcorch'd ; whatever you decree, 
 
 Ye Gods! where-ever I fhall be, 
 Myra (hall ftill be lov'd, and ftill ador'd by me. Lanfd. 
 
 Empire and Victory, be all forfaken, 
 All but Chrufeis. Yes, ye partial Pow'rs, 
 To Plagues, add Poverty, Difgrace, and Shame; 
 Strip me of all my Dignities and Crowns ; 
 Not one of all your Curfes will be felr, Whilft 
 
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L O pf 
 
 Whilft I can keep this Blefling : Take, O take 
 Your Sceptres back, and give them to my Foes : 
 Give me but Life, and Love, and my Chrufeis, 
 Tis all I ask of Heav'n. Lanfd. Her. Love. 
 
 The World's a worthlefs Sacrifice for her, 
 More worth than thoufand Worlds. ■ 
 The Gods, that with unnumber'd Eyes look down 
 From their high Firmament, all ftuck with Lights* 
 See nothing half Co glorious, or fo bright. 
 Glory, that common Miftrefs of Mankind, 
 Courted by all, but by fo few poflefs'd, 
 For which fo many Rivals hourly fall, 
 Early I faw, was tempted, and enjoy'd : 
 But Love has led me to new Realms of Blifs, 
 Where Pleafures bloffom with eternal Spring ; 
 Enjoyments made immortal by Defire, 
 And Joys flow in on Joys, and Rapture ftreams : 
 All other Sweets are viftonary Blifs ; 
 Nothing but Love fubftantial Extafy. Lanfd. Her. Love, 
 
 — Let Chaos come, 
 
 Confulion feiz.e on all, whene'er we part : 
 
 Int'reft, Ambition, Piety, Renown, 
 
 Pity and Reafon, I have weigh'd them all ; (Her. Love, 
 
 But, O how ligjit, when thou art in the Scale. Lanfd, 
 
 ■— — Love pleads for me. 
 
 And Love's enough : What Argument fo ftrong? 
 
 Abfenr o- prefenr, thou art Hill the fame ; 
 
 My Faith's the fame : What, tho' the Hunter flies, 
 
 The ftrucken Stag bleeds on. • • 
 
 Th' Impreflion that thou leav'ft up n my Soul, 
 
 Lies there fo deep, fo lively, and' fo full, 
 
 That Memory -ecalls no other Thought, 
 
 But only Love ; and only Love of thee. Lanfd. Her. Love. 
 
 Tho' the Winds beat, and loud the Billows roar, 
 Firm ftands the Rock, unfhaken from the Shore: 
 Againfl- my Love, tho' Heav'n and Earth combine, 
 So will I cleave to thee, for ever thine. Lanfd. Her. L^ve. 
 
 Bear Record, Heav'n, and all ye confcious Stars, 
 
 Tho'Almerick, 
 
 Like thee, were lovely, beautiful, and young ; 
 Tho' to his Empire all the Eaft were join'd ; 
 And his Dominions boundlefs as his Love ; 
 Tho' he would make me Miflrefs of Mankind j 
 With noble Scorn, I wou'd infult his Flame, 
 Reject the Monarch, and a Crown difdain_ 
 
 Hear, in Return, Armida, what I fwear; 
 Tho' fair Cimene all her Sex outfhin'd ; 
 
 A a 3 Tho* 
 
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 Tho'he, who mounts her Bed, afcends a Throne; 
 
 Tho* Empire, Power, Glory, Riches, all 
 
 That wretched Mortals Happinefs mifname, 
 
 Attend her Love : and the Refufal, Death ; 
 
 Fix'd as the Pole, I never will comply ; (Conq. 
 
 But with Avmida live ; or for Armida die. Hig. Geo. 
 
 L O T ALTT. 
 
 ■-» I would ferve my King j 
 
 Serve him with all my Fortune heic at home, 
 
 And ferve him with my Perf m in the Wars j 
 
 Watch for him, fight for him, bleed for him, die for him, 
 
 As ev'ry true-born loyal Subject ought. Otw. Orph. 
 
 T have ferv'd him : 
 
 In this old Body yet the Marks remain 
 
 Of many Wounds : I've with this Tongue proclaimed 
 
 His Right, even in the Face of rank Rebellion : 
 
 And, when a foul-mouth'd Traitour once prophan'd 
 
 His facred Name j with my good Sabre drawn, 
 
 Ev'n at the Head of all his giddy Rout, 
 
 I rufti'd, and clove the Rebel to the Chine. Otw. O ph. 
 
 Whatgen'rous Man can live with that Conftraint 
 Upon his Soul, to bear, much lefs to flatter, 
 A Court like this ? Can I footh Tyranny ? 
 Seem pleas'd to fee my royal Mafter murder'd ? 
 His Crown ufurp'd, a Diftaffin the Throne ? 
 A Council made of fuch as dare not fpeak j 
 And could not if they durft ? Whence honeft Men 
 Banifh themfelves for Shame of being there ? 
 A Government, which, knowing not true Wifdom, (Try. 
 Is fcorn'd abroad, and lives on Tricks at home. Dr. Span. 
 
 LUST, 
 
 It is not Love, but ftrong libidinous Will 
 That triumphs o'er me ; and, to fatiare that 
 What DifF'rence 'twixt this Moor and her fair Dame ? 
 Night makes their Hues alike; their Ufe isfo ; 
 Whofe Hand's fo fubtile, he can Colours name, 
 If he do wink, and touch them : Luft, being blind, 
 Never in Woman did Diftin£tion find . Beaum. Kt. of Malta. 
 
 Luft neither fees nor hears ought but it felf. Beaum. 
 
 (Kt. of Malta. 
 
 Thy Luft is more infatiate than the Grave, 
 And, like infectious Airs, ingendcrs Plagues, (of Corinth. 
 To murder all that's chafte or good in Woman. Beaum. Q. 
 
 LUX- 
 
L Y f *7 
 
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 Luxury ! thou foft, but fure Deceit ! 
 Rife of the Mean, and Ruin of the Great ! 
 Too fare Pre&ge of ill approaching Fates ! 
 Thou baue of Empires ! and the Change of States ! 
 Armies in vain rehft thy mighty Pow'r : 
 Nor Plagues or Famine would confound them more.— — 
 
 Flora commands, faid (he,thofe Nymphs and Knights, 
 Who liv'd in flothful Eafe, and loofe Delights : 
 Who never Acts of Honour durft purfue : 
 The Men inglorious Knights, the Ladies all untrue: 
 Who, nurs'd in ldlenefs, and train'd in Courts, 
 Pafs'd all their precious Hours in Plays and Sports; 
 Till Death behind came {talking on, unfeen, 
 And, withered, like a Storm, the Frefhnefs of their Green. 
 (Dryd. Chauc. The Flower and the Leaf. 
 
 Tlains of LY B I A. 
 
 There no liquid Fountain's Vein 
 
 Wells thro' the Soil, or gurgles thro' the Plain : 
 
 No Harveft there the (cattei'd Grain repays, 
 
 But with Vine dies j and, ere it fhoots, decays : 
 
 There never loves to fpring the mantling Vine, 
 
 Nor wanton Ringlets round her Elm to twine: 
 
 The thirfty Duft prevents the fwelling Fruit, 
 
 Drinks up the gen'rous Juice, and kills the Root: 
 
 Thro' feciet Veins not tempting Moiftures pafs 
 
 To bind with vifcous Force the mould'ring Mafs j 
 
 But genial Jove, sverfe, difdains tofmile; 
 
 Forgets, and curfes the neglected Soil : 
 
 Thence tafcy Nature droops her idle Head, 
 
 As ev'ry vegetable Senfe were dead ; 
 
 Thence the wild dreary Plains one Vifage wear j *} 
 
 Alikein Summer, Winter, Spring, appear; > 
 
 Nor feel the Turns of the revolving Year. S 
 
 No leafy Shades, no naked Defarts know, 
 
 No filver Streams thro* flow'ry Meadows flow. 
 
 But Horrours there, and various Deaths abound, 
 
 And Serpents guard th' unhofpitable Ground. 
 
 Here all at large, where nought reftrains his force, 
 
 Impetuous Aufter runs his rapid Courfe ; 
 
 Nor Mountains here, nor liedfaft Rocks refill, 
 
 But free he fweeps along the fpaciousLift : 
 
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 No ftable Groves of antient Oaks arife, 
 
 To tire his Rage, and catch him as he flies j 
 
 But wide around the naked Plains appear, 
 
 Here fierce he drives unbounded thro' the Air, 
 
 Roars, and exerts his dreadful Empire here. 
 
 The whirling Duft, like Waves in Eddies wrought, 
 
 Riving aloft, to the mid Heav'nis caught : 
 
 There hangs afudden Cloud, nor falls again, 
 
 Nor breaks, like gentle Vapours, into Rain. 
 
 Gazing, the poor Inhabitant defcries, 
 
 Where, high above, his Land and Cottage flies j 
 
 Not rifing Flames attempt a bolder Flight j "I 
 
 Like Smoke by rifing Flames uplifted, light (hue. s 
 
 The Sands afcend, and ftain the Day with Night. Rowe. J 
 
 O Lybia, were thy pliant Surface bound, 
 And form'd a folid, clofe compacted Ground ; 
 Or hadft thou Rocks, whofe Hollows, deep below, 
 Would draw thofe ranging Winds, that loofely blow, 
 Their Fury, by their firmer Mafs oppos'd, 
 Or in thole dark infernal Caves inclos'd, 
 Thy certain Ruin would at once compleat, 
 Shake thy Foundations, and unfix thy Seat : 
 But well thy flitting Plains here learn'd to yield ; . ^ 
 
 Thus, not contending, thou thy Place haft held, (Luc. C 
 Unfix'd art fix'd, and flying keep'ft the Field. Rowcj 
 
 M. 
 MAD. 
 
 But now her Grief has wrought hev into Frenzy , 
 The Images, her troubled Fanfy forms, 
 Are incoherent, wild ; her Words disjointed : 
 Sometimes fhe raves for Mufick, Light and Air : 
 Nor Air, nor Light, nor Mufick, calms her Pains : 
 Then with ecftatick Strength (he fp rings aloft, 
 And moves, and bounds with Vigour not her own. 
 Then Life is on the Wing ; then moft fhe finks, 
 When moft fhe feems reviv'd. Like boiling Water, 
 That foam? and hides o'er the crackling Wood, 
 And bub. ies to the Brim : ev'n then moft wafting, 
 When mod: it fwells. Smith. Phaed. & Hip. 
 
 Somerimes he rends his Garments, nor does fpare 
 The goodly Curls of his rich yellow Hair : 
 Sometimes a vi'lent Laughter fcru'd his Face, 
 And fometimes ready Tears dropt down apace : 
 
 Some- 
 
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 Sometimes he fix'd his flaring Eyes on Ground, (David. 
 Andfometimesin wild Manner hurld them round. Cowl. 
 
 The Moon has roul'd above his Head, and turn'd it, 
 As Peals of Thunder four the gen'rous Wine. Dr. L. Triu, 
 
 Therein a Den, remov'd from human Eyes, 
 PofTefs^d with Mufc the Brain-fick Poet lies : 
 Too miferably wretched to be nam'd ; 
 For Plays, for Heros, and for Pallion, fam'd : 
 Thoughtlefs he raves his fleeplefs Hours away ; 
 In Chains all Night, in Darknefs all the Day r 
 And, if he gets fome Intervals from Pain, 
 The Fit returns, he foams, and bites his Chain, 
 His Eyeballs roul, and' he grows mad again. '■ 
 
 (Spoken of Nat. Lee in Bedlam: 
 
 Mad as the Winds,, (& Virg. 
 
 When for the Empire of the Main they ftrive. Den. Ap, 
 
 More wild 
 
 Than the fierce Tigrefs of her Young beguird: Lee, Nero. 
 
 My Head grows giddy : Oh rhat I were mad : 
 Madnefs brings Eafe : Reafon, Reafonalone 
 Feels Sorrow : Folly and Madnefs are exempt : - 
 No State of human Life is to be envy'd, 
 But Lunacy and Folly : None can. be happy 
 Who can feel Pain : To want the Senfe to grieve 
 Is the beft Meafure of Felicity. Lanfd. Her. Love*. 
 
 Madmen fometimes on fudden Flafhes hit 
 Of Senfe, which feem remote, and found like Wir-I^Aven, 
 
 Madnefs by facred Numbers is expell'd ; 
 And Magick will to ftronger Magick yield. Hopk. Ovid. 
 'Tis the Time's Plague, when Madmenlead the Blind, 
 
 (Shak, K.Lear, - 
 
 MA G I C LA N. 
 
 In Magick he was deeply read, 
 Ashe, that made the brazen Head j 
 Profoundly skill'd in the Black Art," 
 As Englifh Merlin for his Heart : 
 But far more skilful in the Spheres, 
 Than he was at the Sieve and Shears : 
 He could transform himfelf in Colour - 
 As like the Devil as a Collier j 
 As like as Hypocrites in Show 
 Are to true Saints, or Crow to Crow. Hud. ' 
 All Nature lies fubjeiled ro my Charms j 
 I give her Reft, and rowfe her with Alarms ; 
 
 A.a s Wi 
 
j;° M A 
 
 My arbitrary Voice (he hears with Awe j 
 And, (landing fix'd, fufpends ttf eternal Law : 
 I to the Temped make the Poles refound, 
 And the confli&ing Elements confound : 
 
 At my Command — ~ 
 
 The Thunder rufhes out on flaming Wings ; 
 And all the hollow Deep of Hell with hideous Uproar rings. 
 
 (Den. Rin. 8c Arm. 
 
 Thou know*ft how far her dreadful Pow*r extends, 
 That Pow'r that fets Earth, Hell and Heav'n in Uproar, 
 While Chaos, hufli'd, (lands lift'ningio the Noife, 
 And wonders at Confufion, not his own : 
 But hark ! already (he begins ; already 
 Hell's griefly Tyrant takes the dire Alarm ; 
 In frantick Haile ev'n now the Furies arm : 
 Th' infernal Trumpet, thro'th' Abyfs profound, 
 Horribly rumbles with its dreary Sound : 
 Hark! m that Roar Hell's dreadful Mounds it pafs'd: 
 Hark ! how the vaulted Heaves reftore the difmal Blaft ! 
 
 (Den. Rin. & Arm. 
 
 With filent Awe attend my potent Charm j 
 And thou, O Air, that murmur'ft on the Mountain, 
 Be hufli'd at my Command : Silence, ye Winds, 
 Thar make outragious War upon the Ocean j 
 And thou, old Ocean, lull thy wond'ving Waves j 
 Ye waning Elements, be hufli'd as D*ath ; 
 While I impofe my dread Commands on Hell : 
 And thou, profoundeft Hell, whofe dreadful Sway 
 Is given to me by Fate and Demogorgon, 
 Hear, hear my pow'rful Voice thro* all thy Regions, 
 By Demogorgon I command thee hear, (& Arm. 
 
 And from thy gloomy Caverns thunder thy Reply. D. Rin. 
 
 Since that the Pow'rs divine refufe to clear 
 The my (lick Deed, 1*11 to the Grove of Furies : 
 There I can force th' infernal Gods to (hew 
 Their horrid Forms, each trembling Ghoft (hall rife, 
 And leave their griezly King without a Waiter. Lee.OEdip. 
 
 Infernal Gods ! 
 Muft you have Mufkk too ? Then tune your Voices, 
 And let them havefuch Sounds, as Hell ne'er heard, 
 Since Orpheus brib'd the Shades. Dryd. OEdip. 
 
 Hear thofe Laments, 
 
 Thofe Groans of Ghofts, that cleave the Earth with Pain, 
 And heave it up; they pant, and flick halfway. Dr. QEd. 
 
 The Magus, in th' Interim mumbles o'er i- •* 
 
 Vile Terms of Art tofome infernal Pow'r ; C 
 
 And draws myfterious Circles on the Floor, \ 
 
 3 But 
 
m a y?» 
 
 But from the gloomy Vault no glaring Sprighc 
 
 Afcends to blaft the tender Bloom of Light : 
 
 No myftick Sounds, from Hell's deteftecl Womb, 
 
 In dusky Exhalations, upwards come : 
 
 And now to raife an Altar he decrees 
 
 To that devouring Harpy call'd Difeafe : 
 
 Then Flow'rs in Canifters he hafts to bring, 
 
 The wither'd Product of a blighted Spring : 
 
 With cold Solanum from the Pontick Shore ; 
 
 The Roots of Mandrake, and black Hellebore : 
 
 And on the Structure next he heaps a Load 
 
 Of Saflafras in Chips, and Maftick Wood : 
 
 Then from the Compter he takes down the File, 
 
 And with Prefcriptions lights the folemn Pile. 
 
 Then to the Hag thefe Oraifons he fent : 
 
 Thou, that would'ft lay whole States and Regions wafte, 
 
 Sooner than we, thy Cormorants fhould faft : 
 
 If, in Return, all Diligence we pay 
 
 T' extend your Empire, and confirm your Sway, 
 
 Far as the weekly Bills can reach around, 
 
 From Kent-ftreetEnd, to fam'd St. Giles's Pound ; 
 
 Behold this poor Libation with a Smile j 
 
 And let aufpicious Light break trro' the Pile. 
 
 He fpoke ; and on the Pyramid he lay'd 
 
 Bay-Leaves, and Viper's Hearts ; and thus he faid : 
 
 As thefe confume in this myfterious Fire, 
 
 So let the curs'd Difpenfary expire : 
 
 And as thefe crackle in the Flames, and die ; 
 
 So let its Veffels burft j and Glalfes fly. 
 
 But a nnifter Cricket (trait was heard : 
 
 The Altar fell ; th' Offering difappear'd. Garth. 
 
 ■ A Pile they rear, 
 
 Within the fecret Court, expos'd in Air : 
 
 The cloven Holms and Pines are heap'd on high ; 
 
 And Garlands on the hollow Spaces lie : 
 
 Sad Cyprefs, Vervain, Eugh, compofe the Wreath; 
 
 And ev'ry baleful Green, denoting Dearh : 
 
 The Queen, determin'd to the fatal Deed, ^ 
 
 The Spoils and Sword he left, in Order fpread, > 
 
 And the Man's Image on the nuptial Bed. A 
 
 And now, the facred Altars plac'd around, •» 
 
 The Prieftcfs enters with her Hair unbound j 2 1 
 
 And tferice invokes the Pow'rs below the Ground. S 
 
 Night, Erebus, and Chaos fhe proclaims, 
 
 And threefold Hecat, with her hundred Names; 
 
 And three Dianas: next fhe fprinkles round, 
 
 With feign'd Avernian Drops, the hallow'd Ground j 
 
 Culls 
 
n* m a 
 
 Culls hoary Simples, found by Phoebe's Light, 
 
 With brazen Sickles reap'd at Noon of Night : 
 
 Then mixes baleful Juices in the Bowl : 
 
 And cuts the Forehead of a new-born Foal, 
 
 Robb'ng the Mother's Love. The deftin'd Queen 
 
 Obferves, aflifting at the Rites obfcene : 
 
 A leaven'd Cake in her devoted Hands 
 
 She holds, and next the bigheft Altar (lands : 
 
 One tender Foot was (hod, the other bare , 
 
 Girt was her gather'd Gown, and loofe her Hair. Dr. Virg. 
 
 Now take your Turns, ye Mufes, to rehearfe 
 His Friends Complaint, and mighty Magick Verfe : 
 Bring running Water : bind thole Altars round 
 With Fillets ; and with Vervain ftrow the Ground : 
 Make fat with Frankincence the facred Fires, 
 To reinflame my Daphnis with Defires : 
 'Tis done: we want but Verfe : reftore, my Charms, 
 My ling'ring Daphnis to my longing Arms. 
 Around his waxen Image nrft I wind 
 Three woollen Fillets, of three Colours join'd : 
 Thrice bind about his thrice devoted Head, 
 Which round the facred Altar thrice is led : 
 Unequal Numbers plcafethe Gods. — — — 
 Knit with three Knots the Fillets : knit them (freight j. 
 And fay ; Thefe Knots to Love I confeci ate. 
 As Fire this Figure hardens, made of Clay ; 
 And this of Wax wirh Fire confumes away : 
 So let the Soul of Daphnis cruel be, 
 Hard to the reft of Women ; foftto me : 
 Crumble the facred Mole of Salt and Corn : 
 Next in the Fire the Bays with Brimftone burn$ 
 And, while it crackles in the Sulphur, fay, 
 This I for Daphnis burn ^ thus Daphnis burns away : 
 This Laurel is his Fate. • ■ ■ * 
 Thefe Garments once were his j and left to mej 
 The Pledges of his promis'd Loyalty : 
 Which underneath my Threftiold I beftow ; 
 T^efe Pawns, O facred Earth ! to me my Daphnis owe : 
 As thefe were liis, fo mine is, he : my Charms, 
 Reftore their ling'ring Lord to my deluded Arms. 
 Bear out thefe Afties j caft them in the Brook : 
 Caft backward o'er your Head ; nor turn your Look : 
 Since neither Gods, nor Godlike Verfe can move ; 
 Breakout ye fmorher'd Fires, and kindle fmother'd Love. 
 Exert your utmoft Pow'r, my ling'ring Charms, 
 And force my Daphnis to my longing Arms* 
 
 See 
 
M A su 
 
 Sec, while my lad Endeavours I delay, 
 
 The waking Afhes rife, and round our Altars play : 
 
 Run to the Threfhold, Amaryllis, hark, 
 
 Our Hylas opens, and begins to bark : 
 
 Good Heav'n ! may Lovers what they wifh believe ; 
 
 f\ dream their Wifhes, and thofib Dreams deceive ? 
 
 No more, my Daphnis comes, no more, my Charms : 
 
 He comes, he runs, he leaps, to my defvring Arms. Dr. Virg. 
 
 MAGNANO. 
 
 Next thefe the brave Magnano came, 
 Magnano, great in martial Fame i 
 He was as tierce as Forefl Boar, 
 Whofe Spoils upon his Back he wore, 
 As thick as- Ajax feven-fold Shield, 
 Which o'er his brazen Arms he held : 
 But Brafs was feeble to refill 
 The Fury of his armed Fill ; 
 Nor could the hardeft Ir'n hold out 
 Againft his Blows, but they would thro*t : 
 Or. warlike Engines he was Authour, 
 Devis'd for quick Difpatch of Slaughter ;. 
 The Cannon, Blunderbufs, and Saker,. 
 He was th 'Inventor of and Maker. 
 The Trumpet, and the Kettle- Drum, 
 Did both from his Invention come. 
 He was the firft, that e'er did teach 
 To make, and how to flop, a Breach.. 
 A Lance he bore, with Iron Pike, 
 Th'one half would thruil, th' other flrike ; 
 And when their Forces he had join'd, 
 He fcorn*d to turn his Parts behind. Hud. 
 
 MALECaNTENT. 
 
 There's ftill 
 
 A dang'rous Wheel at Work, a thoughtful Villain 5 
 
 One, who has rais'd his Fortune by the Jars 
 
 And Difcords of his Countrey; like a Fly 
 
 O'er Flefh, he buzzes about itching Ears, 
 
 Till he has vented his Infections there, 
 
 To fetter into Rancour and ^"edition. Otvv. C. Mar, 
 
 That talking- Knave 
 
 Confumes his Time ia Speeches to the Rabble, 
 And fovvs Sedition up and down the City ^ 
 Picking. up difcontented Fools, belying 
 
 The 
 
m 
 
 M A 
 
 The Senators and Government, deftroying (Mar, 
 
 Faith amongft honeft Men, and praifing Knaves. Otw. C. 
 
 The heft, and of the Princes fome, were fuch, 
 Who thought the Pow'r of Monarchy too much : 
 By thefe the Springs of Property were bent, 
 And wound fo high, they crack'd the Government. 
 The next forlnt'reft fought t' embroil the State, 
 To fell their Duty at too dear a Rate; 
 Pretending publick Good to ferve their own : 
 Others thought Kings an ufelefs heavy Load, 
 "Who coft too much, and did too little Good : 
 Thefe were for laying honeft David by 
 On Principles of mere good Husbandry. Dr. Abf. 8c Ach. 
 
 The Solymean Rout, well vers'd of old 
 In godly Fa&ion, and in Treafon bold : 
 Hot Levites headed thefe ; who, pull'd before 
 From th'Ark, which in the Judges Days they bore, 
 Refum'd their Cant, and, with a zealous Cry, 
 Purfu'd their old belov'd Theocracy ; 
 "Where Sanhedrim and Prieft enflav'd the Nation, 
 And juftify'd their Spoils by Infpiration : 
 For who fo fit ro reign as Aaron's Race, 
 If once Dominion they could found in Grace ? 
 Thefe led the Pack ; tho' not of fureft Scent, (Ach. 
 
 Yet deepeft mouth'd againft the Government. Dryd. Abf.Sc 
 
 Religion and Redrefs of Grievances, 
 Two Names, that always cheat, and always pleafe; 
 They often urge. Dryd. Abf. 8c Ach. 
 
 They fill the Peoples Ears 
 
 With falfe Reports, their Minds with jealous Fears. Dr. Virg. 
 
 Great Difcontents there are, and many Murmurs: 
 The Doors are all fhut up: the wealthier Sort, 
 With Arms acrofs, and Hats upon their Eyes, 
 Walk to and fro before their hlent Shops ; 
 Whole Droves of Lenders crowd the Banker's Doors, 
 To call in Money : Thofe, who have none, mark 
 Where Money goesj for, when they rife, 'tis Plunder. 
 
 Dryd.Sp.Fryar. 
 
 — , No Safety can be here for Virtue $ 
 
 Where all agree to fpoil the publick Good, 
 
 And Villains fatten with the brave Man's Labours : 
 
 We've neither Safety, Unity, nor Peace; 
 
 For the Foundation's loft of common Good; 
 
 Juftice is lame, as well as blind, amongft us : 
 
 The Laws, corrupted to their Ends that make them, 
 
 Serve but for Inftruments of fome new Tyranny, (Pref. 
 
 That ev'ry Day ftarts up t'enflave us deeper. Otw. Ven. 
 
 ■ ■ ■ OJQ 
 
m a nr 
 
 Oh the curft Fate of Venice ! 
 
 Where Brothers, Friends, and Fathers, all are falfe ; 
 Where there's no Truft, no Truth : where Innocence 
 Stoops under vile Oppreflion, and Vice lords ic. Otw, Ven. Pr, 
 
 The State is out of Tune : diftradting Fears, 
 And jealous Doubts jar in our publick Councils; 
 Amidft the wealthy City Murmurs rife, 
 Lewd Railings and Reproach on thofe that rule ; 
 With open Scorn of Government ! Hence Credit 
 And publick Truft 'twixt Man and Man are broken : 
 The golden Streams of Commerce are with-held, 
 Which fed the Wants of needy Hinds and Arcifans, 
 Who therefore curfe the Great, and threat Rebellion. 
 
 Rowe. J. Shore. 
 
 The publick Stock's a Beggar ; one Venetian 
 Trufts not another : look into their Stores 
 Of gen'ral Safety, empty Magazines, 
 A tatrer'd Fleet, a murm'ring unpaid Army, 
 Bankrupt Nobility, a harrafs'd Commonalty, 
 A factious, giddy, and divided Senate, 
 Is all the Strength of Venice ! Let's deftroy it; 
 Let's fill the Magazine with Arms to awe them; 
 Man out their Fleet, and make their Trade maintain it; 
 Let loofe the murm'ring Army on their Matters 
 To pay themfelves with Plunder : lop their Nobles 
 To the bafe Roots, whence moft of them firft fprung : 
 Enflave the Rout, whom fmarting will make humble, 
 Turn out their doating Senate, and polTefs 
 That Seat of Empire, which our Souls were fram'd for. 
 
 Otw. Ven. Pref. 
 
 To fee the SufPrings of my Fellow-Creatures, 
 And own my felf a Man ! To fee our Senators 
 Cheat the deluded People with a Shew 
 Of Liberty, which yet they ne'er muft tafte of! 
 They fay, by them our Hands are free from Fetters, 
 Yet whom they pleafe they lay in bafeft Bonds ; 
 Bring whom they pleafe to Infamy and Sorrow ; 
 Drive us, like Wrecks, down the rough Tide of Pow'r, 
 Whilft no Hold's left to fave us from Deftru&ion : 
 All that bear this are Villains; and I one, 
 Not to rowze up at the great Call of Nature, 
 And check the Growth of thefe domeftick Spoilers, 
 That make us Slaves, and tell us, 'tis our Charter. 
 
 Otw. Ven. Pref. 
 
 When (hall the deadly Hate of Faction ceafe; 
 When {hall our long divided Land have Reft, 
 If ev'ry pcevilh moody Malecontent 
 
 Shall 
 
H& 
 
 MA 
 
 Shall fet the fenfelefs Rabble in an Uproar ; 
 
 Fright them with Dangers, and perplex their Brains, 
 
 Each Day, with Tome fantaftick giddy Change. Rowe. J.Sh. 
 
 The refty.Knayes are over run with Eafe, 
 As Plenty ever is the. Nurfe of Fa&ion. Rowe. J. Shore. 
 
 MAN. 
 
 See how, with various Woes opprefs'd. 
 The wretched Race of Man is worn ; 
 Confum'd with Cares, with Doubts diltrefs'd,. 
 
 Or by conflicting Paflions torn : 
 Reafbn in vain employs her- Aid ^ 
 The furious Will on Fanfy waits ; 
 While Reafon ftill, by Hopes or Fears betray'd, 
 Too late advances, or too foon retreats. Cong. 
 Blefs'd glorious Man, to whom alone kind Heav'iv 
 An everlafting Soul has freely given ! 
 Whom his great Maker took fuch Care to make, 
 That from himfelf he did the Image take, 
 And this fair Frame in fnining Reafon drefs'd. 
 To dignifie his Nature above Bead. 
 Reafon, by whofe afpiring Influence, 
 We take a Flight beyond material Senfe; 
 Dive into Myfieries, then foaring pierce 
 The flaming Limits of the Univerle ; 
 Search Heav'n and Hell, find out what's atled there, 
 And give the World true Grounds of Hope and Fear. Roch» 
 
 But filly Man, in hisrmiftaken Way, 
 By Reafon, his falfe Guide, is led aftray ; 
 Tofs'd by a thoufand Gufts of wav'nng Doubt, 
 His reftlefs Mind (fill rouls from Thought to Thought : 
 In each Refolve unfteady, and unfixt. 
 And, what heone Day loaths, de'ires the next. Oldh.Boil. 
 
 Men are-not ftill the fame : our Appetites 
 Are various aud inconftant as the Morn, 
 That never fliines with the fame Face again : 
 Tis Nature's Curfe never to be refolv'd j 
 Bufy to Day in the Purfuit of what 
 To Morrow's elder Judgment may defpife. South. Difap, 
 
 'Tis better be a Dog, than be a Man j 
 Inftinft of Nature is the only Guide 
 Unerring. Vain Light of Reafon ! Ah, how frail ! 
 Put out t>y ev'ry accidental Breath, 
 
 That Paflion blows ! 
 
 What Fool would be a Man, who had the Choice 
 OThis cwn Being? The beft, raoft perfcft, 
 
 Are 
 
M A 5*7 
 
 Are fo allay'd, the Good fo mix'd with Bad, 
 Like counterfeited Coin of mingled Metal, 
 The noble Part's not current for the Bafe. Lanfd. Her. Love. 
 
 This is our Image juft : Such is that vain, 
 That foolifh, fickle, motly Creature, Man: 
 More changing than a Weather-cock, his Head 
 Ne'er wakes with the fame Thoughts he went to Bed : 
 Irkfome to all befide, and ill at Eafe, 
 He neither others, nor himtelf, can pleafe : 
 Each Minute round his whirling Humours run, O 
 
 Now he's a Trooper, and a Prieft anon, V 
 
 To Day in Buff, to Morrow in a Gown. Oldh.Boil. J 
 
 A Man, when firft he leaves his prim'tive Night, 
 Breaks from his Mother's Womb to view the Light : 
 Like a poorCarcafs, tumbled by the Flood, *J 
 
 He falls all naked, and befmearM with Blood, H 
 
 An Infant weak, and deftitute of Food : »J 
 
 With tender Cries the pitying Air he fills ; 
 A fit Prefage for all his coming Ills : 
 While Bealts are born and grow with greater Eafe ; 
 No Need of founding Rattles them to pleafe : 
 No Need of tattling Nurfes bufy Care : T 
 
 They want no Change of Garments, but can wear 5* 
 
 The fame at any Seafon of the Year. «J 
 
 They need no Arms, no Garrifon, or Town, 
 No {lately Caftles to defend their own : 
 Nature fupplies their Wants ; whate'er they crave 
 She gives them, and preferves the Life fhe gave. Cr.Lucr* 
 
 Could it be told to Children in the Womb, 
 To what a Stage of Mifchiefs they muft come : 
 Could they forefee with how much Toil and Swear, 
 Men court that gilded Nothing, being great, 
 What Pains they take to be not whatthey feem, 
 Rating their Blifs by others falfe Eiteem j 
 How each Condition has its proper Thorns, 
 And, what one Man admires, another fcorrrs ; 
 Sure they would beg a Period of their Breath, 
 And, what we call their Birth, would count their Death, 
 We all live by Miftake, delight in Dreams, 
 Loft to our lelves, and dwelling in Extreams : 
 Reje&ing what we have, tho' ne'er fo good, 
 And prizing what we never underftood. 
 Hence we reverfe the World ; and yet ft ill find, 
 The God, that made, can hardly pleafe our Mind. 
 Our Thoughts, tho* nothing can be more our own, 
 Are ftill unguided, very feldom known. 
 
 Tini€ 
 
*;a 
 
 M A 
 
 Time Tcapcs our Hands, as Water in a Sieve - t 
 
 We come to die, ere we begin to live. 
 
 Truth, the moil fuitable and noble Pme, 
 
 Food of our Spirits, yet negle&ed lies : 
 
 Errours and Shadows are our Choice ; and vva 
 
 Owe our Perdition to our own Decree : 
 
 If we fearch Truth, we make it more obfcurc ; 
 
 And, when it fhines, cannot the Sight endure : 
 
 For mod Men now, who plod, and eat, and drink, 
 
 Have nothing lefs their Bus'nefs than to think : 
 
 That ferious Evennefs, that calms the Breaft, 
 
 And in a Tempeft can beftow a Reft, 
 
 We either not attempt, or eife decline ; 
 
 By ev'ry Trifle fnatcli'd from our Defign : 
 
 We govern not our felves ; but loofe the Reins, 
 
 Courting our Bondage to a thoufand Chains ; 
 
 We live upon a Rack, extended ftill 
 
 To one Extream, or both ; but always ill. Orinda. 
 
 That Man is frail and. mortal, is confefs'd ; 
 ConvulSons rack his Nerves, and Ca es his Breaft : 
 His flying Life is chas'd by rav'ning Pains 
 Thro* all its Doubles in the winding Veins: 
 Within himfelf he fure DeftrueVion breeds, 
 And fecret Torment in his Bowels feeds ; 
 By cruel Tyrants, by the favage Beaft, 
 Or his own fiercer Paflion, he's oppreft : 
 Now breaths malignanr Air, now Poyfon drinks j 
 By gradual Death, or by untimely, links. Blac. Crear. 
 
 Ah haplefs mortal Man ! ah rigid Fate ! 
 What Cares attend our fhort uncertain State ? 
 How wide a Font, how deep and black a Reer, 
 What fad Varieties of Grief and Fear, 
 Drawn in Array, exert their fatal Rage, n 
 
 And gall obnoxious Life thro' ev'ry Stage, s, 
 
 From infancy to Youth, from Youth to Age! Jl 
 
 Who can compile a Roll of all our Woes ? 
 Our Friends are faithlefs, and fincere our Foes : 
 Now fharp Inve&ives from an envious Tongue 
 Improve our Errours, and our Virtues wrong : 
 Th'OpprefTour now, with arbitrary Might, 
 Tramples on Laws, 3nd robs us of our Right : 
 Dangers unfeen on ev'ry Side invade, (Great. 
 
 And Snares o*er all th' unfaithful Ground are laid. Blac. 
 Howe'er 'tis well, that while Mankind 
 
 Thro' Fates perverfe Meander errs, 
 He can imagin'd Pleafures find, 
 To combate againft real Cares. 
 
 Fanfies 
 
M A f39 
 
 Farcies and Notions he purfues, 
 
 Which ne'er had Being but in Thought: 
 Each, like the Grecian Artift, woos 
 
 The Image, he himitlf has wrought j 
 Againft Experience he believes j 
 
 He argues 'gainft Demonstration : 
 Pleas'd, when nis Reafon he deceives. 
 
 And fets his Judgment by hisPaflion : 
 Our Hopes, like tow'ring Falcons, aim : 
 
 At Objedts in an airy Height; 
 The little Pleafure of the Game 
 
 Is from afar to view the Flight. 
 Our anxious Pams we, all the Day, 
 
 In Search of what we like, imployj 
 Scorning at Night the worthlefs Prey, 
 We find the Labour gave the Joy. 
 At Diftance thro* an artful Glafs 
 
 To the Mind's Eye Things well appear: 
 They lofe their Forms, and make a Mafs 
 
 Confus'd and black, if brought too near. 
 If we fee right, we fee our Woes ; 
 
 Then what avails it to have Eyes ? 
 From Ignorance our Comfort flows, 
 
 And Sorrow from our being wife. Prior. 
 Man ! foolifh Man ! 
 Scarce know'ft thou how thy felf began : 
 Scarce haft thou Thought enough to prove thou art : 
 Yet, fteel'd with ftudy'd Boldnefs, thou dar*ft try 
 To fend thy doubting Reafon's dazJed Eye 
 Thro* the myfterioiss Gnlph of vaft Immenfity : 
 Much there thou canftdifccrn, much thence impart: 
 Vain Wretch ! fupprefs thy knowing Pride ; 
 Mo.tifie thy learned Luft : 
 Vain are thy Thoughts, while thou thy felf art Duft. 
 Let Wit her Sails, her Oars let Wifdom lend j 
 The Helm let politick Experience guide ; 
 Yet ceafe to hope thy fhort liv'd Bark (hall ride 
 Down fpreading Fates unnavigable Tide: 
 What tho* ftill it farther tend ? 
 Still *tis farther from its end ; 
 And, in the B >fom of that boundlefs Sea, 
 Still finds its Errour lengthen with its Way. Prior. 
 
 Man, ftill credulous and vain, 
 Delights to hear ftrange Things, delights to feign. Cr. Lucr. 
 
 .___ Man, in his Body's Mire, 
 
 Half Soul, half Clod, finks blindfold into Sin, (of Inn. 
 Betray'd by Fraud without, and Luft within. Dryd. State 
 
 Un- 
 
5*4© M A 
 
 Unhappy Man, as foon as born, decays : 
 He numbers few, and thofe uneafy, Days : 
 As, in a verdant Mead, a blooming Flow'r, 
 The fuddain Offspring of a Summer Show'r, 
 Unfolds its Beauty to the Morning Ray, 
 But is, ere EvVtng cut ; and fades away : 
 So Man a while difplays his gawdy Bloom : 
 But Death her crooked Scythe will foon alTume, 
 Mow down and bear the Harveft to the Tomb : 
 He, as a Shadow, or a Shape of Air, 
 Will fuddenly diltblve and difappear: 
 The Flame of Life will, as a Lambent-Fire, 
 Or Ev'ning Meteor, fhine and ftrait expire. Blac. Job. 
 Molt Men carry Things fo even, 
 
 Between this World, and Hell, and Heaven, 
 
 Without the leaft Offence to either; 
 
 They freely deal in all together ; 
 
 And equally abhor to quit 
 
 This World for both, or both for it. Hud, 
 
 New created MAN 
 
 For Man to tell how human Life began 
 Is hard : for who himfelf beginning knew ? 
 
 «— — — A? new-wak'd f om fo un deft Sleep ■, 
 
 Soft on the flow'ry Herb I found me laid 
 In balmy Sweat ; which with his Beams the Sun 
 Soon dry'd, and on the reeking Moifture fed. 
 Then ftvait tow'rd Heav'n my wond'ring Eyes I turn*d;, 
 And gaz/d a while the ample Sky $ 'till rais'd 
 By quick inftin&ive Motion up I fprung, 
 As thitherward endeav'ring, and upright 
 Stood on my Feet : about me round I law 
 Hill, Dale, and fhady Woods, and funny Plains, 
 And liquid Lapfe of murm'ring Streams ; by thefe, 
 Creatures that liv'd, and mov'cl, and walk'd, or flew; 
 Birds on the Branches warbling : all Things fmil'd : 
 With Fragrance and with Joy my. Heart o'erflow'd : 
 My {elf 1 then perus'd, and Limb by Limb 
 Surveyed; and fometimes wenr, and {bmetimes ran ; 
 With fupple Joints, and lively Vigour led : 
 But who 1 was, or where, or from what Caufe, 
 Knew not : to fpeak I tvy'd, and forthwith fpake : 
 My Tongue obey'd, and readily could name 
 Whate'er I faw. Thou Sun, faid I, fair Light, 
 And thou, enlighten'd Earth, fo freih and gay, 
 
 id Plaii 
 
 } 
 
 Ye Hills and Dales, ye Rivers, Woods, and Plains, 
 
 And 
 
 
M A 541 
 
 And ye that live and move, fair Creatures, tell, 
 Tell, if ye (*aw, how 1 came thus, how here ? 
 Not of my felf ; by fome great Maker then, 
 In Goodnefs and in Pow'r pre-eminent : 
 Tell me, how I may know him, how adore, 
 From whom I have, that I thus move and live. 
 And feel that I am happier than I know. Milt. Par. Loft. 
 
 ( Spoken by Adam, 
 
 MARCELLUS. 
 
 iEneas, here, beheld, of Form divine, 
 A God-like Youth, in glitt'ring Armour fliine : 
 With great Marcellus keeping equal Pace ; 
 But gloomy were his Eyes ; dejected was his Face : 
 He faw, and, wondering, askM his airy Guide, 
 What, and of whence was he, who prefs'd the Hero's Side I 
 His Son, or one of his illuftrious Name ? 
 How like the former, and almoft the fame! 
 Obferve the Crowds that compafs him around ; 
 All gaze, and all admire, and raife a fliouting Sound : 
 But hov'ring Mifts around his Brows are fpread ; 
 And Night, with fable Shades, involves his Head. 
 Seek not to know, the Ghoft reply'd with Tears, 
 The Sorrows of thy Sons, in future Years : 
 This Youth, the blifsful Vifion of a Day, 
 Shall juffc be fhown on Earrh, and fnatch'd away ; 
 The Gods too high had rais'd the Roman State, 
 Were but their Gifts as permanent as great: 
 What Groans of Men fhall fill the Martian Field ? 
 How fierce a Blaze his flaming Pile (hall yield ! 
 What Fun'ral Pomp (hall floating Tiber fee, 
 When, riling from his Bed, he views the fad Solemnity ! 
 No Youth (hall equal Hopes of Glory give: 
 No Youth afford to great a Caufe to grieve : 
 The Trojan Honour and the Roman Boaft : 
 Admir'd when living, and ador'd when loft 1 
 Mirrour of antient Faith in early Youth ! 
 Undaunted Worth, inviolable Truth ! 
 No Foe, unpuniih'd in the fighting Field, 
 Shall dare thee Foot to Foot, with Sword and Shield : 
 Much lefs, in Arms oppofe thy matchlefs Force, 
 When thy (harp Spurs (hall urge thy foaming Horfe : 
 Ah ! could'ft thou break thro' Fate's fevere Decree, 
 A new Marcellus (hall arife in thee ! 
 Full Canifters of fragrant Lillies bring, 
 Mix'd with the purple Rofcs of the Spring : 
 
 Let 
 
J4* M A 
 
 Let me with Fun'ral-Flow'rs his Body ftrow ; -i 
 
 This Gift, which Parents to their Children owe, C 
 
 This unavailing Gift, at leaft I may beftow. Dryd. Virg. S 
 
 MARRIAGE. 
 
 Marriage, thou Blifs of Love ! Thou Prop of Life : 
 That firft dethron'ft a Mifs to raife a Wife : 
 Love's pleafing Julep, thou allay'ft the Rage, 
 Which nothing Tafely can, but thou and Age. King. 
 
 Hymen, thou Source of chaite Delights, 
 
 Chearful Days, and blifsful Nights j 
 
 Thou doft untainted Joys difpenfe, 
 
 And Pleafure join with Innocence : 
 
 Thy Raptures laft, and are uncere 
 
 From future Grief, and prefent Fear. 
 
 Who to forbidden Joys would move, 
 
 That knows the Sweets of virtuous Love ? Add. Rof. 
 The Spoufals are prepar'd : already play 
 The Minftrels, and provoke the tardy Day. 
 The Sun arofe ; the Streets were throng'd around j 
 The Palace open'd; and the Pofts were crown'd : 
 The double Bridegroom at the Door attends 
 Th' expected Spoufe, and entertains the Friends : 
 They meet ; they lead to Church ; the Priefts involve 
 The Pow'rs ; and feed the Flames with fragrant Smoke. 
 This done, they feait j and, at the Clofe 01 Night, -\ 
 
 By kindled Torches vary their Delight ; Y 
 
 Thefe lead the lively Dance, and thofe the brimming i 
 Bowls invite. Dryd. Bocc. Cym. 2c Iphig.-r 
 
 The Roofs with Joy refound ; 
 
 And Hymen, Io Hymen, rung around : 
 
 Rais'd Altars fhone with holy Fires : the Bride, 
 
 Lovely her (elf, (and lovely by her Side 
 
 A Bevy of bright Nymphs, with fober Grace,) 
 
 Came glitt'ring like a Star, and rook her Place. 
 
 Her heav'nly Form beheld, all wifh'd her Joy ; 
 
 And little wanted, but, in vain, their Wifties all imnloy. 
 
 Dryd! Ovid. 
 On either Side the KifiTes flew fo thick, 
 That neither he nor fhe had Breath to ipeak ; 
 The holy Prieft, amaz'd at what he law, 
 Made hafte to fanclihe the Blifs by Law : 
 And mutter'd iaft the Matrimony o'er, 
 For Fear committed Sin fliould get before: 
 
 H>s 
 
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 His Work perform'd, he left the Pair alone, *> 
 
 Becaufe he knew he could not go tco foon : J 
 
 His Prefence odious when his Task was done : »3 
 
 What Thoughts he had, befeems not me to fay ; n 
 
 Tho' Tome furmifc he went to faft and pray ; s 
 
 And needed both to drive the tempting Thoughts away, j 
 
 Dryd. Bocc. Sig. & Guifc. 
 Is not Love Love, without a Prieft and Altars ? 
 The Temples are inanimate, and know not 
 What Vows are made in them j the Prieft ftands ready 
 For 's Hire ; and cares not what Hearts he couples : 
 
 Love alone is Marriage. Dryd. Affig. 
 
 What a Prieft fays, moves not the Mind : 
 Souls are by Love, not Words, combin'd. Scdl. 
 
 Marriage is a bold Venture at the beft : 
 But, when we pleafe our felves, we venture leaft. 
 
 South. Fat. Ma*. 
 Curft be the Memory, nay double curft, 
 Of her, that wedded Age for Int'reir. firft ! 
 Tho* worn with Years, with fruitlcfs Wifhes full ; 
 'Tis all Day troublefome, and all Night dull. 
 Who wed with Fools indeed lead happy Lives; 
 Fools are the fitter! fineft Things for Wives : 
 Yet old Men Profit bring, as Fools bring Eafe, 
 And both make Youth and Wit much better pleafe. 
 
 Otw. Sold. Fort. 
 All Men fiiould wed with their Similitude : 
 Like fhould with Like in Love and Years ingage ; 
 For Youth can never be a Rhyme for Age. 
 
 Pope. Chauc. The Miller's Tale. 
 
 « Horfes and AlTes Men may try ; 
 
 And found fufpe&ed VclTels ere they buy ; 
 
 But Wives, a Random Choice, untry'd they take ; 
 
 They dream in Courtfhip, but in Wedlock make ; 
 
 Then, not till then, the Veil's remov'd away ; 
 
 And all the Woman glares in open Day. Pope. Chauc. 
 
 O let not Marriage tempt thee to thy Ruin : 
 Truft not a Man ; we are by Nature falfe, 
 Differribling, fubtle, cruel, and inconftant: 
 When a Man talks of Love, with Caution truft him : 
 But if he fwears, he'll certainly deceive thee. Ocw.Ovph. 
 
 When to my Arms thou brought'il thy Virgin-Love, 
 Fair Angels fung our bridal Hymn above : 
 Th' Eternal, nodding, fhook the Firmament, 
 And confcious Nature gave her glad Confent : 
 Rofes unbud; and ev'ry fragrant Flow'r, 
 Flew from their Stalks to ftrew thy nuptial Bow'r ; 
 
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 The furr'd and feather'd Kind the Triumph did purfue, 
 And Fifties leap'd above the Streams, the palling Pomp to 
 
 view. Dryd. State of Inn. Spoken by Adam to Eve, 
 — There are no Bargains di iv'n, 
 
 Nor Marriages clapt up in Heaven : 
 
 And that's the Reafon, as fome guefs, 
 
 There is no Heaven in Marriages : 
 
 Their Bus'ncfs there is only Love, 
 
 Which Marriage is not like t'imurore. 
 
 Love, that's too gen'rous to abide 
 
 To be again ft its Nature ty*d : 
 
 For where 'tis of it (elf inclin'd, 
 
 It breaks loofe when it is confin'd : 
 
 And, like the Soul, its Harbourer, 
 
 Debarr'd the Freedom of the Air, 
 
 Difdains againft its Will to flay, 
 
 But ftruggles out and flies away : 
 
 And therefore never can comply 
 
 T' endure the Matrimonial Tie, 
 
 That binds the Female and the Male, 
 
 Where th'one is but the others Bail ', 
 
 Like Roman Goalers when they flept, 
 
 Chain'd to the Prifoners they kept. Hud. 
 If you would have the nuptial Union laft. 
 Let Virtue be the Bond that ties it fait. Rowe. Fair Pen. 
 
 MAR S. 
 
 But O what Mufe, of all the Tribe below, 
 Can mighty Mars in equal Numbers (how ? 
 Horrid in Steel, and fhining from afar, 
 With all the iblemn Pageantry of War ; 
 Tho' the rough God fliould his own Bard infpire, 
 And join the martial Heat to the Poetick Fire. Brown. Hor. 
 
 The God of Arms, who rules the Thracian Coaft . 
 
 Dryd. Virg. 
 
 The frantick God of Battels. Broome. Horn. 
 
 • ■ — — Impetuous Mars. 
 Mars ! murd'ring Mars, whofe fole Delight is Blood ! 
 Who fporteft with the Ruin of Mankind I 
 Fierce God of War, whofe Joy is Devastation ! Ozel. Horn. 
 
 The God, who nothing breathes but fatfe Alarms. Oz.. Horn. 
 
 As when the dreadful Mars, whofe Sport is War, 
 And Devaluation, marches forth to Battel j 
 Him Terruur, his beloved Son, attends, 
 Whom with enormous Strength, and matchlefs Boldnefs 
 The Gods endu'd $ who with a hideous Look 
 
 4 Withers 
 
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 Withers the Courage of the bvaveft Man -, 
 
 They leave the Mountains of the frozen Thrace, 
 
 And view with ravifli'd Eyes the bloody Game. Br. Horn. 
 
 Like War's fierce God, 
 
 Who fiom the furious Toils of Arms all Day, 
 
 Returning home to Love's fair Queen at Night, 
 
 Comes riotous and hot with full Delight. Otw. D. CaiL 
 
 MARTYR, 
 
 To Minds rtfolv'd the Threats of Death are vain ; 
 They run to Fire, and there enjoy their Pain. Dr.Tyr. Love, 
 
 Tney call for Torments, and are plcas'd to die j 
 They all feem fond to wear a Martyr's Crown ; 
 And'meerthe Flames v. irh greater of their own. Bl.P. Arth. 
 
 To die thus for Religion ! O Cavagnes, 
 It puts the Soul in everlatting Tune, 
 And founds already in the Ears of Angels : 
 And, O, what Caufehad ever fuch Foundation ? 
 1 tell thee that the Root (hall reach the Centre, 
 Spread to the Poles, and with her Top touch Heav'n. 
 
 Lee. Mais, of Par. 
 
 Heav'n, that proposed the Courfe, will give the Crown. 
 
 Dryd. Tyr. Love. 
 
 Martyrs, Ei'jah like, to Heav'n afpire 
 On ruddy Steeds and rapid Cars of Fire. Blac. K. Arth. 
 
 The Martyrs, tho' but drawn in painted Flames, 
 Amaze me with the Image of their Sufferings. Lee. Theod, 
 
 M AS SACR E. 
 
 We'll bring Deftruclion to this curfed City 
 Let not one Stone of ail her Tow'rs fland fate : 
 Let not her Temples nor her Gods efcape : 
 Let Husbands in their Wives Embraces perifh : 
 Her Ycuth be maflacred, her Virgins ravHh'd. Orw.C.Mar. 
 
 ■ He amongft us 
 
 That fpares his Father, Brother, or his Friend, 
 
 Is damn'd. How rich and beauteous will the Face 
 
 Of Ruin look, when thefe wide Streets run Blood ! 
 
 I, and the glorious Partners of my Fortune, 
 
 Shouting, and ftriding o'er the proftiare Dead 
 
 Still to new Wafte ; whilii thou, far off in Safety, 
 
 Smiling (hall fee the Wonders of our Daring. Otw. Ven.Pr. 
 
 The Matron's and the Virgin's Cries, 
 
 The Screams of dying Infants, and the Groans (Mar. 
 
 Or murther'd Men, are Mufick to appeafe ine. Otw. C. 
 
 C*W.*.3 Bt> Kill 
 
54* M A 
 
 Kill like a Plague, or Inquilition j fpare 
 
 No Age, Degree, or Sex : 
 
 Spare not in Churches kneeling Priefts at Pray'r; 
 
 Spare not young Infants, fmiling at the Breall : 
 
 Rip teeming Wombs, tear out the hated Brood 
 
 From thence, and drown them in their Mother's Blood* 
 
 Pity not Virgins, nor their tender Cries, 
 
 Tho' proftrate at your Feet, with melting Eyes ' 
 
 All drown'd in Tears; ■ 
 
 Nor let grey hoary Hairs Protection give 
 To Age, jult crawling on the Verge of Life. 
 
 Seal up your Ears to Mercy. 
 
 Make Children by one Fate with Parents die j 
 Kill ev'n Revenge in next Poftei ity. 
 Make Death and Defolation fwim in Blood 
 
 Tlnoughout the Land. Oldh. 
 
 ■ Juft Dead of Night, 
 
 And 'tis the blacked that e'er mask'd a Murder 
 It likes me better ; for I love the Seoul, 
 The grimmer! Lour of Fate on fuch a Deed ; 
 I would have all the Charnel-Houfcs yawn, 
 The dufty Urns, and monumental Bones 
 Remov'd, to make our Maflacre a Tomb. 
 
 Methinks I fee 
 
 The Glutton Death gorg'd with devouring Lives j 
 Nothing but Images of Honour round me : 
 Rome all in Blood, the ravifh'd Veftals raving, 
 The facred Fire put out ; robb'd Mothers Shrieks, 
 Deaf'ning the Gods with Clamours for their Babes, 
 That fprawl'd aloft upon the Soldiers Spears : 
 The Beard of Age pluck'd off by barbVous Hands, 
 While, from his piteous Wounds and horrid Gafhes. (Brat. 
 The lab'ring Life flow'd fader than the Blood. Lee. L. ). 
 
 Imagine all the Horrours of that Night ; 
 Murder and Rapine, Wafte and Defolation, 
 
 Confus'diy raging. Otw. Ven.Pref. 
 
 Think thou already hear'it the dying Screams 
 
 Of harmlefs Infants ■ 
 
 Think that thou fee'rt their fad diilracled Mothers 
 
 Kneeling before thy Feet, and begging Pity, 
 
 With torn diftievel'd Hair, and itreaming Eyes, 
 
 Their naked mangled Brealls befmear'd with Blood, 
 
 And ev'n the Milk, with which their fondled Babes ( Pref. 
 
 Softly they hufh'd, dropping in Anguifh from them. Otw. V. 
 
 Behold the furious and unpitying Soldier 
 Pulling his reeking Dagger from the Bofoms 
 Ot gafping Wretches : Death in ev'ry Quarter, 
 
 With 
 
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 With all that fdd Diforder can produce 
 
 To make a Spectacle of Hon our. Otw. Ven. Pref. 
 
 Whither, oh ! whither fhall we fly for Safety ? 
 Already reeking Murder's in our Streets : 
 Matrons, with Infants in their Arms, are butcher'd, (Mar* 
 And Rome appears one noifome Houfe of Slaughter. Otw«C 
 
 Slaughter bedrid the Streets, and ftretch'd himfelf 
 To feem more large; whilft to his ftained Thighs 
 The Gore he drew flow'd up, and carry'd down 
 Whole Heaps of Limbs and Bodies thro' his Arch: 
 No Age was fpar'd, no Sex ; nay, no Degree : 
 Not Infants in the Porch of Life were free : 
 The fick, the old, who could but hope a Day 
 Longer by Nature's Bounty, not let ftay: 
 Virgins and Widows, Matrons, pregnant Wives, 
 All dy'd : 'Twas Crime enough that they had Lives: 
 To ftrike but only thofe that could do Hurt, 
 Was dull and poor : Some fell to make the Number-; 
 As fome the Prey. The rugged Charon fainted, , 
 And ask'd a Navy rather than a Fleet, 
 To ferry over the fad World that came : 
 The Maws and Dens of Beads could not receive 
 The Bodies that their Souls were frighted from ; 
 And ev'n the Graves were Hll'd with Men, yet living, 
 Whofe Flight and Fear had mix'd them with the Dead. 
 
 Johnf. Cat 
 
 ma Thematic i an: 
 
 In Mathematicks he was greater 
 Than Tycho Brahe, or Erra Parer ; 
 For he, by Geometrkk Scale, 
 Could take the Size of Pots of Ale 5 
 Refolve, by Signs and Tangents ftrair., 
 If Bread or Butter wanted Weight; 
 And wifely tell, what Hour o'th'Day 
 The Clock does ftrike, by Algebra. Hud. 
 
 MEDAL of Acbitopbel. 
 
 Never did Art fo well with Nature drive; 
 Nor ever Idol feem'd fo much alive; 
 So like the Man; to golden to the Sight; 
 So bafe within ; fo counterfeit and light : 
 Five Days he fate for ev'ry Caft and Look - 
 Four more than God to finifti Adam took : 
 But who can tell, what Eflence Angels are ? 
 Or how long Heav'n was making Lucifer ? 
 
 Bbz 0; 
 
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 O, cou'd the Style, that copy'd ev'ry Grace, 
 
 And plough'd fuch Furrows for an Eunuch Face; 
 
 Could it nave form'd his ever changing Will, 
 
 The various Piece had tir'd the Graver's Skill! Dryd. Med. 
 
 MEDIOCRITT. 
 
 O Mediocrity- 
 
 Thou priz,elefs Jewel, only mean Men have; 
 
 But cannot Value : Like the precious Jem, (of Corinth. 
 
 Found in the Muckhill by the ignorant CocLBeaum.Queen 
 
 It is the greateft Wealth to live content 
 With little : Such the greateft Joy refent : 
 And bounteous Fortune ftill affords fupply, 
 Sufficient for a thrifty Luxury : 
 But Wealth and Pow'r Men often ftrive to gain ; 
 As that cou'd bring them eafe ; or make a Chain 
 To fix unfteady Fortune : All in vain ! 
 For, often, when they climb the tedious Way, 
 And now in Reach of Top, where Honours lay, 
 Quick Strokes from Envy or from Thunder thrown ; J 
 Tumble the bold afpiring Wretches down : CLucr. S 
 
 They find a Grave, who drove to reach a Crown.Creech. J 
 
 Greatnefs, the Earneft of malicious Fate 
 For future Woe, was never meant a Good: 
 Baited with gilded Ruin, 'tis caft out 
 To catch poor eafy Man. What is't to be a Prince ? 
 To have a keener Senfe of our Misfortunes : 
 That's all our wretched Gain. — 
 The vulgar think us happy ; and, at diftance, 
 Like fome fam'd ruinous Pile, we feem to flourifh : 
 But we, who live at home, alone can tell 
 The fad Difquiets, and Decays of Peace. 
 That always haunt the Dwelling. O Ambition r 
 How ftrangely dofl: thou charm the Minds of Men, 
 That they will chute to ftavve on Mountain Tops, 
 Rather than tafle the Plenty of the Vale ! 
 Had my kind Fate deli^u'd my Fortune here, 
 Bred among Swains, with my Semanthe by me, 
 The conq'ring Beauty of fome neighb'ring Village, 
 What Ages of Content might I have pafs'd, (Loy. Bro. 
 'Till Time had quench'd both Life and Love together. South. 
 
 O hard Condirion, twin-born with Greatnefs,——- 
 Subje£t to the Breath of ev'ry Fool, whofe Senfe ' 
 No more can feel, but his own Wringing ! 
 What infinite Hearts-eafe mull Kings neglect, 
 
 That private Men enjoy ? — 
 
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 And what have Kings that Privates have not too, 
 
 Save Ceremony ? — 
 
 And what art thou, thou idol Ceremony ? 
 What Kind of God art thou, that fuffer'ft more 
 Of mortal Griefs, than do thy Worfhippers ? 
 What are thy Rents ? What are thy Comings-in ? 
 
 Ceremony, (hew me bur rhy Worth : 
 
 Art thou nought elfe but Place, Degree, and Form, 
 Creating Awe and Fear in other Men ? 
 Wherein thou art more happy being fear'd, 
 
 Than they in fearing 
 
 What drink'ft thou of, inftead of Homage fweet, 
 But poifon'd Flattery? O be fick, great Greatnefs, 
 And bid thy Ceremony give thee Cure: 
 Think'it thou the iiry Fever will go out 
 With Titles blown from Adulation ? 
 Will it give Place to Flexure and low Bending? 
 Can'llthou, when thou command'il the Beggar's Knee, 
 Command the Health- oft ? No, thou proud Dream, 
 That play'it. fo fubr'ly with a King's Repofe, 
 
 1 am a King that find thee j and I know, 
 'Tis not the Balm, the Sceptre, and the Ball, 
 The Sword, the Mace, the Crown Imperial, 
 The interriflu'd-Robe of Gold and Pearl, 
 The farced Title running Yore the King, 
 
 The Throne he fits on, nor the Tide of Pomp, 
 
 That beats off the high Shore of this World, 
 
 No, nor all thefe, thrice gorgeous Ceremony, 
 
 Not all thefe laid in Bed majeftical, 
 
 Can fleep fo foundiy, as the weary'd Slave, 
 
 Who, with a Body- hi I'd, and vacant Mind, 
 
 Gets him to reft, cramm'd with diftreftful Bread, 
 
 Never fees horrid Night, the Child of Hell : 
 
 But, like a Lacquey, from the Rife to Ser, 
 
 Sweats in the Eye of Phcebus, and all Night 
 
 Sleeps in Elyzium: Next Day after Dawn, 
 
 Rifes, and helps Hyperion to his Horfe, 
 
 And follows fo the ever-running Year, 
 
 With profitable Labour to his Grave : 
 
 And, but for Ceremony, fuch a Wretch, 
 
 Winding up Days with Toil, and Nights with Sleep, 
 
 Has the Fore-hand, and Vantage of a King: Shak. Hen.>~, 
 
 Want rakes falfe Meafurcs both of PowV and Joys ; 
 And envy'd Greatnefs is but Crowd and Noife. How. 
 
 Thus happy, who would envy pompous Pow'r, 
 The Luxury of Courts, or Wealth of Cities ? Otw. Orph. 
 
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 More is but Clog, where Ufe does bound Delight ; 
 And thofe are rich, whofe Wealth's proportioned right 
 
 To their Life's Form, Cowl. David. 
 
 Why was not I born to a common Fate, 
 Free from the glorious Troubles of the Great ? 
 The vulgar Mortal fears not Fortune's Harms ; (Aleib. 
 
 The higheft Tow'rs are (haken mod with Storms. Otw. 
 Leave, for a While, thy cortly Country Seat, 
 And, to be great indeed, forget 
 The nanfeous Pleafures of the Great : 
 
 Make Hafte, and come; 
 Come, and forfake thy cloying Store j 
 Thy Turret, that furveys, from high, 
 The Smoke, and Wealth, and Noifeof Rome; 
 
 And all the bufy Pageantry, 
 That wife Men fcorn, and Fools adore: 
 Come j give thy Soul a Loofe, and tafte the Pleafures of the 
 Sometimes 'tis grateful to the Rich, to try (Poor. 
 
 A fhort Viciflitude and Fit of Poverty : 
 Afav'ry Difh, a homely Trear, 
 Where all is plain, where all is neat, 
 Without rhe ftately fpacious Roam, 
 The Perfian Carpet, or the Tyrian Loom, 
 Clear up the cloudy Foreheads of the Great. Dryd.Hor. 
 If you, thro' Life's uncertain Tide, 
 Your felf, would fafely" guide, 
 Do not the boundlefs Main explore j 
 Where Boreas rages unconfin'd : 
 Nor, to get underneath the Wind, 
 
 Venture the Rocks too near the Shore. 
 The Man ftands equally exempt 
 From dang'rous Envy and Contempt, 
 
 Who loves the middle, golden State: 
 He neither fordidly does lie 
 In Duft, nor ftands exalted nigh 
 Some ghaftly Precipice of Fate. 
 Tempefts the lofty Cedar rend, 
 And on the Ground its Trunk extend, 
 
 While fafe the humbler Plants are found : 
 The Tow'r, which infolently Shrowds 
 Its ftately Head amongft the Clouds, 
 Its Fall does into Atoms pound. Denn. Hor. 
 If ever I more Riches did dehre, 
 Than Cleanlinefs and Quiet do require ; 
 If e*er Ambition did my Fanfy cheat 
 With any Wifh fo mean, as to be Great, 
 
 Con- 
 
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 Continue, Heav'n, ftill from me to remove 
 The humble Bleiimgs of that Life I love. Cowl, 
 This only grant me, that my Means may lie 
 Too low for Envy, tor Contempt too high : 
 
 Some Hogour 1 would have 
 Not from great Deeds, but good alone : 
 Th'onknown are better, than ill kn-own : 
 
 Rumours can ope the Grave. 
 Books (hould, not Bus'nefs, entertain the Light", 
 And fleep, as undifturb'd as Death, the Night. 
 My Houie a Cottage, more 
 Than Palace, and fhould fitting be - 
 For all my Ufe, no Luxury. 
 My Garden painted o'er 
 Wirh Nature's Hand, not Art's ; and Pleafures yield, 
 Horace might envy in his.Sabine Field. 
 Thus would I double my Life's fading Space; 
 For he, that runs it well, twice runs his Race. 
 And in this true Delight, this happy State, 
 I would not fear, nor wifh, my Fate : 
 But boldly fay each Night, 
 To morrow let the Sun his Beams difolay, 
 Or in Clouds hide them ; I have liv'd to day. Cowl, 
 
 MEDUSA. 
 
 Where wcftern Waves on fartheft Lybia bear, 
 Warm'd with the fetring Sun's defcending Heat, 
 Dreadful Medufa fix'd her horrid Seat. 
 No leafy Shade, with kind Protection, Shields 
 The rough, the fquallid, unfrequented Fields ; 
 No Ma- k of Shepherd's or the Ploughman's Toil, 
 To tend the Flocks, or turn the meilow Soil : 
 But, rude with Rocks, the Region all around, 
 Its Miftrefs, and her potent Vifage, own'd. 
 Twas from this Monfter, to afflict Mankind, 
 That Nature firft produc'd the fnaky Kind, 
 On her at firft their forky Tongues appear'd ; 
 From her their dreadful Hiffings firft were heard. 
 Some wrearh'd in Folds, upon her Temples hung, 
 Some backwards to her Waift depended long; 
 Some with their riling Crefts her Forehead deck ; 
 Some wanton play, and lafh her fwelling Neck : 
 And, while her Hands the curling Vipers comb, 
 Poifon diftls around, antt Drops of livid Foam. 
 
 None, who beheld the Fury, could complain ; 
 So fwif: their Fate, preventing Death ar.d Painl 
 
 B bi- ©ft 
 
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 Ere they had Time to fear, the Change came on, 
 And Motion, Senfe, and Life, were loft in Srone : 
 The Soul it felf, from fuddain Flight debarr'd, 
 Congealing, in the Bodies Fortune fhar'd. 
 The Monger's Parents did their Offspring dread, 
 And from her Sight her Siller Gorgons fled ; 
 Old Ocean's Waters, and the liquid Air, 
 The univerfal World, her PowV might fear: 
 All Nature's beauteous Works fhe could invade, 
 Thro' ev'i y Part a lazy Numbnefs fhed, 
 And over all a ftony Surface fpread. 
 Birds in their Flight were ftop'd, and, pond'rous grown, 
 Forgot their. Pinions, and fell fenfelefs down : 
 Beails to the Rocks were nx'd, and all around 
 Were Tribes of Stone, and Marble Nations found. 
 .No living Eyes fo fell a Sight could bear, "> 
 
 Her Snakes themfelves, ail deadly tho* they were, > 
 
 Shot backward from her Face, and (hrunk away for fear. S 
 
 (Rowe. Luc. 
 Slain by Perfeus. 
 
 "Deep Slumbers had the drowzy Fiend poflefs'cf, 
 Such as drew on, and well might feem, her laft : 
 And yet fhe flept not whole : One half her Snakes, 
 Watchful, to guard their horrid Miftrefs, wakes : 
 The reft, difhevellM loofely, round her Head, 
 And o'er her drowsy Lids and Face were fpread: 
 Backward the Youth draws near, nor dares to look, 
 But blindly, at a Venture, aims a Stroke : 
 His fauk'i ing Hand the Virgin Goddefs guides, 
 And from the Monger's Neck, the fnaky Head divides. 
 But Oh ! What Art, what Numbers can exprefs 
 The Terrours of the dying Gorgon's Face! 
 What Clouds of Poifon from her Lips arife 1 
 What Death, and vaft Deftrudtion threaten'd in her Eyes ! 
 'Twas fomewhat that immortal Gods might fear, 
 Mere than the wailike Maid herfelf could bear. Rowe. Luc 
 
 MEEKNESS. 
 
 Such Meeknefs wou'd wild Panthers Fury charm, 
 And hungry Lions of their Rage difarm ; 
 Ev'n o'er their Prey it wou'd the Conqueft get, 
 Quell their fwolnHearts,and cool their bloody Heat.Lee.Nero 
 
 Such Meeknefs might an ang' y a God difarm, (& Cleop. 
 And from his Hand the brand ifh'd Thunder charm. Sedl.Anr. 
 
 Such was her Meeknefs, as half veil'd the Throne j 
 Left, being in too great a Luftre (hewn, It 
 
M E 5H 
 
 It might debar the Subjeft of Accefs, 
 And make her Mercies, and our Comforts, lefs; 
 So Gods, of old, defending from their Sphere 
 Tovilit Men, like Mortals did appear: 
 Left their too awful Prefence fhou'd affright 
 Thofe whom they meant to blefs, and to delight. Stepn. 
 
 (Spoken of the late Queen. 
 
 ■ ■■ Of equal Elements. 
 
 Without one jarring Atom, was (he form'd ( J. Shore. 
 
 And Gentlenefs and Joy make up her Being. Rowc* 
 Serene as Heav'n, and mild as Love divine. Blac. 
 Mild as the blefs'd above ; without Serene 
 As Eden's Air, and calm as Heav'n within. Blac. P. Arth.. 
 None cou'd offer Wrongs fo faft, 
 But what were pardon'd with like Bafte: 
 No Wrongs cou'd thy great Soul to grief expofe, 
 Twas plac'd as much out of the Reach of thofr, 
 As of material Blows, 
 No Injuries cou'd thee provoke;. 
 Thy Softnefs always damp'd the Stroke; 
 As Flints on Feather-beds are eafteft broke. 
 Affronts cou'd ne'er thy cool Complexion heatj. 
 Or chafe thy Temper from its fettled State : 
 t But ftill thou ftood'ft unfhock'd by all, 
 As if thou had'dft unlearnt the Pow'r to hate, 
 Or, like the Dove, wert born without a Gall. Oldh. 
 
 MEETING. 
 
 And is it given me thus again to hold thee,. 
 Thus to devour thee with a thoufand Kifles, 
 With clafping Arms embracing and embrae'd 
 To tafte a thoufand Joys. O 'tis Illufion all : 
 Speak, Alining Creature, ev'ry Senfe awakes _ 
 
 To find thee out Tho' Parting was a Pain, 
 
 The Joy to meet is ample Satisfa&ion. Lanfd. Her, Love,. 
 
 As a faint Traveler in th' Arabian Sands, 
 Scorch'd with the burning Sun-beams, panting flands ; 
 Views the dry Defart with defpairing Eyes, 
 And for the Springs, and diftant Rivers iighs : 
 As Sailors long for Land, Heav'n's Aid implore, 
 Aud with their greedy Wifhes graft) the Shore, 
 When beaten from the hofpitable Coaft, 
 And in loud Storms upon the Ocean toft ; 
 Where Ruin in fo many Shapes appears, 
 They fcarcely can attend ro all their Fear?. 
 Tve wifh'd to fee you with the like Deiire. B'ac. P. Arth. 
 Bb 5 No 
 
f f-4 M E 
 
 No Mother, that has mourn'd her long loft Infant, 
 Rejoices half fo much to find her Darling ; 
 Or views the lovely Babe with half the Fondnefs, 
 T look on thee. ■ Hopk. Pyrrhus. 
 
 ■ i ■ O my Antigone ! 
 
 What (hall I fay to tell thee that my Soul 
 Is full with Joy? How fliall I pour it forth ? 
 To fee thee ftill the fame, to fee thee mine, 
 
 Ife all the Gods cou'd grant, or I cou'd ask. Hopk.Pyrrho. 
 Thus let my weary Soul forget 
 Reftlefs Glory, martial Strife,. 
 Anxious Pleafures of the Great, 
 
 And gilded Cares of Life : 
 Thus let me lofe, in riling Joys, 
 
 Fierce Impatience, fond Defires j 
 Abfence, that flatt'ring Hope deltroys, 
 
 And Life-con fuming Fires. 
 Not the loud Britifh Shore, that warms, 
 The Warriors Heart, nor clafhing Arms, 
 Nor Fields with hoftile Banners Itrew'd, 
 Nor Life on proftrate Gauls beftow'd, 
 Give half the Joys that fill my Brealt, 
 While with my Rofamond I'm bleft. 
 
 My Henry- is my Soul's Delight, 
 "My With by Day, my Dream by Night 
 'Tis not in Language to impart 
 The fecret Meltings of my Heart, 
 "While I my Conqueror furvey, 
 And look my very Soul away. Add. Rof 
 O let my Arms thus prefs thee to my Heart, 
 That labours with the Longings of my Love, (Difapp,, 
 
 Struggles,and heaves, and fain wou'd out to meet thee. South. 
 
 But fee fhe comes ! 
 
 Bright as the Virgin Blufhcs of the Morn, 
 
 Riling upon the Darknefs of my Fate ; f Bro. 
 
 And darts a Day of Comfort th-o 1 my Soul. South. Loy. 
 
 — i -■ — - O Teraminra, come, 
 
 Come to my Arms, thou only Joy of Titus, 
 
 Jlufh to my Caies, thou Mafs of hoarded Sweets, 
 
 Selected Hour of all Life's happy Moments ! Lee.L. J.Brut. . 
 
 Hail charming Maid ! How does thy Beauty fmooth 
 The Face of War, and make ev'n Honour fmile! 
 At Sight of thee my Heart fhakes off its Sorrows : 
 i feefa Dawn of Joy break in upon roe. Add. Cato. 
 
 Juft fo, when welcome Light begins to rife, (Virg. 
 
 Ad unknown Comfort fteals on troubled Eyes. How. Velt. 
 
 fe My 
 
:vte m. 
 
 Mj Gi icfs flial! fly, like Clouds, before Semandra : 
 But iec, the Sun that drives them ! O my Star ! Mith. 
 
 Thou Day, that gild'it my little World of* Comfort! Lee, 
 
 Thou mightieit Pleafurc, 
 
 And greater! Blefiing, that kind Hcav'n cou'd fend me : 
 O, when I look on thee, new Starts of Glory 
 Spring in my Breaft, and, with a backward Bound, 
 I run the Race of lufty Youth again. Lee. Theod* 
 
 O, were I Proof again ft the Darts of Love, 
 And cold to Beauty as the marble Lover, 
 That lies without a Thought upon- his Tomb, 
 "Would not this glorious Dawn of Life run thro' me, 
 And waken Death it felf? Why am I flow then? 
 "What hinders now, but that, in fpight of Rules, 
 I burft thro' all the Bands of Death, that hold rae, 
 And fly with fuch a Hafte to that Appearance, (Theod. 
 As bury'd Saints fhall make at the laft Summons*. Lea 
 
 But fee, he comes j the lovely Tyrant comes: 
 He rufhes on me like a Blaz.e or Light : 
 I can not bear the Tranfport of his"Prefence: 
 But fink opprefs'd with Woe. Smith. Ph2ed. 8c Hip, 
 
 He comes, my Lord, with all th' expecting Joys 
 Of a young promis'd Lover : From his Eyes 
 Big Hopes look forth, and boiling Fanfy forms 
 Nothing but Theodolius ftill before him : 
 His Thought, his ev'ry Word, is Theodofius! L?e.Theod.- 
 
 Where is my Friend, O where is my belov'd, 
 My Theodofius ? Point him out, ye Gods ! 
 That I may prefs him dead betwixt my Arms j 
 Devour him thus with over haftyjoys, 
 That languifh at his Breaft, quite out of Breath, 
 And can not utter more. . Lee. Theod. 
 
 Tis he himfelf, hjmfelf, by holy FriendfhipJ 
 Art thou return'd at laft, my better Half? 
 Come, give me alt my felf. Dryd. All forlfove, 
 
 I muft be filent, for my Soul is bufy 
 About a noble Work : S ^e's new come home, 
 Like a long abfent Man, and wanders o'er 
 Each Room, a ftranger to her own, to fee 
 If all be fafe Di yd. All for Love. 
 
 Not bubbling Fountains to the thirfty Swain, 
 Not balmy Sleep to Laborers faint with Pain, 
 Not Sbow'rs to Larks, nor Sunfhine to the Bee, 
 Are half fo charming as thy Sight to me.. Pope- 
 O my Sifter ! Let me hold thee 
 
 Lone in my Arms : I've not beheld thy Face-, 
 Thete many Day« : by Nigh; I've often feen *h«? 
 
 Hf 
 
Stf M E 
 
 In gentle Dreams, and fatisfy'd my Soul (Orph. 
 
 With fanfy'd Toys, till Morning Cares awak'd me. Otw. 
 
 - ; — Talk not of Fears and Grief, 
 Affliflion is no more, now thou art found : 
 Why doft thou weep, and hold thee from my Arms j 
 My Arms, which ake to hold thee faft, and grow 
 
 To thee with Twining. Cong. Mourn. Bride. 
 
 It is, it is Alphonfo! 'Tis his Face, 
 His Voice, I know him now, I know him all ! 
 O take me to thy Arms, and bear me hence 
 Back to the Bottom of the boundlefs Deep; 
 To Seas beneath, where thou fo long haft dwelt : 
 
 how haft thou return'd ? How haft thou charnTd 
 The Wildncfs of the Waves and Rocks to this, 
 
 That thus relenting they have given thee back (Bride. 
 
 To Earth, to Light, and Life, to Love and me ? Cong.Mourn„ 
 
 O I'll nor ask, nor anfwer how or why ; 
 We both have backward trod the Paths of Fate, 
 To meet again in Life : To know I have thee 
 Is knowing more than any Circumftance, 
 Or Means by which I have thee 
 To fold thee thus, to prefs thy balmy Lips, 
 And gaze upon thy Eyes, is fo much Joy, 
 
 1 have not Leifure to refledl, or know, 
 
 Or trifle Time in thinking Cong. Mourn. Bride. 
 
 It is too much, too much to bear and live ! 
 To fee him thus again is fnch Profufion 
 
 Of Joy, of Blifs, I cannot bear ! I muft 
 
 Be mad ! I cannot be transported thus ! .. 
 
 If Heav'n be greater Joy, it is no Happinefs, 
 
 For 'tis not to be borne Cong. Mourn. Bride. 
 
 That thou art here, beyond all Hope, 
 All Thought ;. that all at once thou art before me, 
 And with fuch Suddainnefs haft hit my Sight, 
 Is fuch Surprize, fuch Myftery, fuch Extafy, 
 It hurries all my Soul, and ituns my Senfe. Cong. M, Bade 
 
 The Prince of Kell ftrair Summons from beneath 
 The chief Supporter of the Throne of Death j 
 Vengeful Megaera: She, without Delay, 
 From Hell's Abyfs afcends, and in her Way 
 Gathers raw, Damps and Steams from noifome Graves, 
 And putiid Reeks from fubterranean Caves ; 
 Where (potted Plagues firft draw their pois'nous Breath, 
 The Nurferies of Pain, and Magazines of Death. 
 
 Her 
 
M £ S?7 
 
 Her Bottles, turgid with imprifon'd Death, 
 
 She open'd ; and releas'd the fatal Breath : 
 
 In livid Wheels the dire Contagion flies ; 
 
 And putrid Exhalations taint the Skies : 
 
 The Region's choak'd with peftilential Steams, (P. Arth. 
 
 Malignant Reeks, raw Damps, and foultry Gleams: Blac. 
 
 MELANCHOLY. 
 
 My Mind's not well : 
 
 A heavy Melancholy clogs my Heart; 
 
 I droop, andfigh, and yet I know not why. Otw. Orph, 
 
 There's fomething hangs molt heavy on my Heart, 
 And my Brain's Tick with Dulnefs. Otw. C. Mar. 
 
 Unuiual Weight hangs on my lab'ring Soul, 
 Prefaging inaufpicious Joys. Hig. Gen. Conq. 
 
 Like the Day-Dreams of melancholy Men, 
 I think, and think on Things impoflible, 
 Yet love to wander in the golden Ma^e. Dryd. Riv. Lad* 
 
 My Melancholy haunts me ev'Vy where, 
 And not one kindly Gleam pierces the Gloom 
 Of my dark Thoughts to give a Glimpfe of Comfort. 
 
 (South. Loy. Brother. 
 
 A heavy Melancholy hangs on his Mind, 
 I And in his Eyes inhabit moft fad Shadows. Beaum.D.Marr.. 
 
 He droops and hangs his difcontented Head, 
 Like Merit, fcorn'd by infolent Authority. Rowe. Fair Pe n ^ 
 
 Their Sov'raign, feated on his Chair, they find j C 
 
 His penfive Cheek upon his Hand reclin'd, C 
 
 And anxious Thoughts revolving in his Mind. y 
 
 With gloomy Looks he faw them ent*iing in n 
 
 Without falute : Nor durft they firft begin, v 
 
 Fearful of rafh Offence, and Death foreseen. Dryd.Hom. $ 
 
 Againtt ill Chances Men are ever merry, 
 But Heavinefs foreruns the good Event. Shak. Hen. 4. p. 2. 
 
 Hence loathed Melancholy, 
 Of Cerberus and blackeft Midnight born, 
 
 In Stygian Cave forlorn : 
 *Mongft horrid Shapes, and Shrieks, and Sights unholy, 
 
 Find out fome uncouth Cell, 
 Where brooding Darknefs {breads his jealous Wings, 
 
 And the Night- Raven rings ; 
 There under Eben Shades, andlow-brow'd Rocks, 
 
 As ragged as thy Locks, 
 In dark Cimmerian Defarts ever dwell. Milt. 
 
 ME- 
 
jyfr M E 
 
 M E L E A G E R. 
 
 There lay a Log unlighted on the Earth : 
 Althaea lab'ring in the Throes of Birth 
 For th' unborn Chief, the fatal Sifters came, 
 And rais'd it up, and tofs'd it on the Flame : 
 Then on the Rack a fcanry Meafure place 
 Of vital Flax j and turn'd the Wheel apace t. 
 And turning fung: To this red Brand, and thee, 
 O new-born Babe, we give an equal Deftiny : 
 So vaniih'd out of View. The frighted Dame 
 Sprung hafty from her Bed, and quench'd the Flame: 
 The Log, in fecret lock'd, fhe kept with Care, 
 And that, while thus preferv'd, prefer v'd her Heir. 
 At length, the Brand produced, Althaea ftrews 
 The Hearth with Heaps of Chips ; and after blows : 
 Thrice heav'd her Hand; and,heav*d,fhe thrice rep; efs'd ;*} 
 The Sifter and the Mother long conteft ; J* 
 
 Two doubtful Titles in one tender Breaft. J 
 
 And now her Eyes and Cheeks with fury glow ; 
 Now pale her Cheeks ; her Eyes with pity flow : 
 Now lowring Looks prefage approaching Storms; 
 And now prevailing Love her Face reforms : 
 Refolv'd, (he doubts again : The Tears, (he dry'd 
 With burning Rage, are by new Tears fupply'd : 
 
 . . She fir ft relents 
 
 With Pity; of that Pity then repents: 
 
 Sifter and Mother long the Scale divide ; 
 
 But the Beam nodded on the Sifter's Side : 
 
 Sometimes (he foftly figh'd ; then roar'd aloud^ 
 
 But Sighs were ftifkd in the Cries of Blood : 
 
 The pious, impious Wretch at length decreed, 
 
 To pjeafe her Brother's Ghoft, her Son fhou'd bleed : - 
 
 And, when the fur.Yal Flames began to rife; 
 
 Receive, (he faid, a Sifter's Sacrifice; 
 
 A Mother's Bowels burn. High in her Hand, 
 
 Thus while (he fpoke, fhe held the fatal Brand: 
 
 Then vhi ice before the kindled ?\\c fhe bow'd; 
 
 And the three Furies thrice invok'd aloud : 
 
 Come, come, revenging Sifters, come, and view 
 
 A Sifter paying her dead Brother's t>ie : 
 
 A Crime 1 punifh, and a Crime commit; 
 
 But Blood for Blood, and Death for Death is fit : 
 
 Great Crimes muft be with greater Crimes repay'd; 
 
 And fecond Fun'rals on the former laid. 
 
 Ah. 1 Whither am I hurry "d ? Ah! forgive-, 
 
 Y* Shades, a.nd let your Sifter's Hilie live : 
 
M E H9 
 
 A Mother cannot give him Death : Tho' he 
 
 Deferves it, he deferves it not from mc; 
 
 Then fhall th' unpunifh'd Wretch infult the Slain , 
 
 Triumphant live, nor only live, but reign? 
 
 I can not, can not bear? 'Tis paft ; 'tis done; 
 
 Perifh this impious, this detefted Son. 
 
 At this for the laft Time, fhe lifts her Hand ; 
 Averts her Eyes, and, half unwilling, drops the Brand : 
 The Brand, amid the flaming Fewel thrown, 
 Or drew, or feem'd to draw, a dying Groan : 
 The Fires themfelves but faintly lick'd the Prey ; 
 Then loath'd their impious Food; and wou'd have fhrunk. 
 Juft then the Heroe caft a doleful Cry, (away. 
 
 And in thofe abfent Flames begun to fry : 
 The blind Contagion rag'd within his Veins ; 
 But he with manly Patience boie his Pains: 
 He fear'd not Fate ; but only griev'd to die 
 Without an honed Wound ; and by a Death fo dry. 
 Then call'd his Brothers, Sifters, Sire, around, 
 And her to whom his nuptial Vows were bound ; 
 Perhaps his Mother : A long Sigh he drew, 
 And, his Voice failing, took his laft Adieu : 
 For, as the Flames augment, and as they ftay, 
 At their full Height ; then languifh to decay ; 
 They rife, and fink by Fits ; at laft they loar 
 On one bright Blaze ; and then defcendno more ; 
 Tuft fo his inward Heats, at Height, impair, (Dryd.Ovid; 
 Till the Haft burning Breath (hoots out the Soul in Air,. 
 
 M E M O R T. 
 
 The Joys I have pofTefs'd are ever mine ; 
 Gut of thy Reach, behind Eternitv, 
 
 Hid in the facred Treafure of the Paft ; (D. Seb. 
 
 But bleft Remembrance brings 5 em hourly back. Diyd. 
 
 Now all the Pleafures, I have known, beat thick 
 On my Remembrance; how I long for Night, 
 That both the Sweets of mutual Love may try, (Love. 
 And once triumph o*er Csefar e'er we die. Dryd. All for 
 
 Why doftthon fearch fo dtep, and urge my Memory. 
 To conjure up my Wrongs to Life again ? 
 I have long labour'd to forget my felf ; 
 To think on all Time, backward, like a Space 
 Idle and void, where nothing e'er had Being; 
 But thou haft peopled it again : Revenge 
 And Jealoufy renew their horrid Forms, 
 Shoot all their Fires, and drive me to Difba&ion ; 
 
 OK; 
 
?6o ME 
 
 Oh ! Thou haft fct my bufy Brain at Work ; 
 And now (he mufters up a Train of Images, 
 Which, to preferve my Peace, Tad caft alkie, 
 And funk in deep Oblivion. Rowe. J. Shore. 
 
 Why was I ever bleft ? Why is Remembrance 
 Rich with a thoufand pleafing Images 
 Of paft Enjoyments, hnce 'tis but to plague me ? 
 When thou art mine no more, what will it eafe me, 
 To think of all the golden Minutes paft ; 
 To think that thou wert kind, and I was happy j 
 But, like an Angel fall'n from Blifs, to curfe (Tarn.. 
 
 My prefent State, and mourn the Heav'n I've loft ? Rowe. 
 
 But oh ! The Torment, and the Rack of Soul ! 
 To keep our Thoughts for ever on the Bent 
 Upon themfelves, ftill lab'ring to forget (of Cap* 
 
 What, by the Labour, we remember move. South. Fate 
 
 I wou'd moft gladly have forgot it : 
 But oh ! Afrefti it comes over my Memory, 
 As does the Raven o'er th* infectious Houfe, 
 Boding to all. Shak. Othel. 
 
 The fad Remembrance 
 
 Quite blafts my Soul. — - Lee. OEdip. 
 
 Have a Care, Memory j drive that Thought no farther : 
 Oh, for a long, found fleep,and fo forget it 1 Otw. Ven. Pref. 
 
 — I never can forget him : 
 
 He once was mine, and once, tho* now Vis gone, 
 
 Leaves a faint Image of Pofleflion ftill Dryd. All for Love. 
 
 As on the Land, while here the Ocean gains, 
 In other Parts it leaves wide fandy Plains : 
 Thus in the Soul while Memory prevails, 
 The (olid Pow'r of Understanding fails : 
 Where Beams of warm Imagination play, 
 The Memory's foft Figures melt away. Pope. 
 
 MERCHANT. 
 
 Fearlefs the Merchant now purfues his Gain, 
 And roams fecurely o'er the bound lefs Main : 
 Now o'er his Head the Polar Bear he fpies, 
 And freezing Spangles of the Lapland Skies : 
 Now fwells his Canvas to the fultry Line 
 With glitt'ring Spoils where Indian Grottos fhine ; 
 Where Fumes of Incenfe glad the Southern Seas, 
 And wafted Citron fcents the balmy Breeze. Tickell. 
 
 The Merchant, ftranded, and his Fortunes loft. 
 Fix'd on the floating Maft, each God implores : 
 With longing Eyes, thediftant Mountains views, 
 
 And 
 
 
M E 5*61 
 
 And vows he'll never truft the Ocean more : 
 
 But, when efcap'd, all hisRefolves are vain: 
 
 Thus I, relapling, reaffume my Chain ; 
 
 Forget the Danger j and renew the Pain. Hig.Gen. Con. 
 
 Thus break falie Merchants with an honeft Show, 
 Rich to themfelves, but Bankrupts where they owe. Dr.CI. 
 
 M E R C U R T. 
 
 The God, 
 
 Who Argtvs flew, and bears the go-lden Rod. Cong. Horn, 
 
 Down from the Steep of Heav'n Cyllenius flies, 
 And cleaves with ail his Wings the yielding Skies. Dr.Vir. 
 
 Ev'n now the Herald of the Gods appear'd : 
 From Jove he came commifTjon'd, heav'nly bright 
 With radiant Beams, and manifefl to Sight. Dryd. Virg. 
 O Hermes, I thy Godhead know, 
 By thy winged Heels and Head, 
 By thy Rod, that wakes thee dead, 
 And guides the Shades below. Cong. 
 The God obeys, and to his Feet applies 
 Thofe gold-en Wings that cut the yielding Skies : 
 His ample Hat his beamy Locks o'erfpread, 
 And veil'd the ftarry Glories of his Head : 
 He fete/d his Wand, that caufes Sleep to fly, 
 Or in foft Slumbers feals the wakeful Eye j 
 That drives the Dead to dark Tartarean Coafts, 
 Or back to Life compels the wand'iingGhofts : 
 Thus, thro' the parting Clouds, the Son of May 
 Wings on the whittling Winds his rapid Way ; 
 Now fmoothly fteers thro' Air his equal Flight, 
 Now fprings alofr, and tow'rs th' ctherial Height : 
 Then wheeling down the Steep of Heav'n he flies, 
 And draws a radiant Circle o'er the Skies. Pope. Stat. 
 
 MERCY. 
 
 Lefs Pleafure take brave Minds in Battels won, 
 Than in reftoring fuch as are undone : 
 Tigers have Courage, and the rugged Bear; 
 But Man alone can, whom he conquers, fpare. 
 To pa don, willing ; and to punifn, loth, 
 You itrikewith one Hand, but you heal with both. Wall. 
 
 (To Oliver Cromwel. 
 
 Mercy is good : a very good dull Virtue ; 
 Put Kings mitfake its Timing, and are mild, 
 When manly Courage bids 'em be fevere. Dr. Span. Fryar. 
 
f6, 
 
 M E 
 
 Not the King's Crown, nor the deputed Sword, 
 The Marfhal's Truncheon, nor the judge's Robe, 
 Become them with one half fo good a Grace 
 
 As Mercy does. — . 
 
 Alas ! the Souls of all Men once were forfeit, 
 And he, that might th' Advantage bed have taken-, 
 Found out the Remedy : How would you be, 
 If he, who is the top of Judgment, (hould 
 But judge you as you are: Oh ! think on that j 
 And Mercy then will breathe within your Lips, 
 Like new made Man.— Shak. Meaf, for Meaf, 
 
 For Mercy drops as gentle Rain from Heav'n, 
 And bleiTes him that gives, and hixn that takes : 
 'Tis mighty'iHn the Might} 'it ; it becomes 
 The crowned Monarch better than his Crown : 
 His Sceptre (hews the Force of temp'ral Pow'r, 
 But Mercy is above this fcepter'd Sway 
 Itur the firnVoffacred Attributes, 
 And earthly Power then feems mod divine 
 When Mercy feafons Juftice. — Shak. & Lanf. Mer. of Ven. 
 Mercy but murders,pard'ning thofe that kill. Sh.R.Sc Jul. 
 The Pow'rs above are How 
 In punifhing ; and fiiould not we vefemble them? Dr.Tem, 
 
 Mercy ! what's that ? A Virtue coin'd by Villains, 
 Who praife the Weaknefs, which fupports their Crimes. 
 
 (Smith. Phad.&Hip. 
 Weigh well the various Turns of human Fate, 
 And fcek, by Mercy, to fecure your State. Dryd. Auren. 
 
 Thou bright Refemblance of the Pow'r divine ! 
 For fure the great Original is bell 
 By Mercy, join'd with mighty Pow'r, exprefs*d. 
 Contending Rebels feem in vain to itrive, 
 They cannot more offend, than he forgive : 
 A nobler Triumph, and more glorious far, 
 Than all the Trophies of de(truc~Hve War : 
 For Mercy (till a bloodlefs Conqueir. finds, (K. Charles 2. 
 And with fweet Force the rudeft Paffions binds. Bowles. Of 
 Thy Injuries wou'd teach Patience to blafpheme, 
 
 Yet ftill thou art a Dove. Beaum. Doub. Marr. 
 
 He is in Councils and in Arms the fame: 
 When certain to o'ercome, inclin'd to fave, 
 Ta rduo Vengeance, and with Mercy brave. Prior. 
 
 Clemency makes Power rever'd : 
 
 The Prince, who is belov'd, is only fear'd. Prior. 
 
 His Subjects Lives are Cafar's nearellCare ; 
 And, having all fwbdu'd, he crown'd his Fame, 
 When, in their Favour, he himfelf o'ercame, 
 Aad doom'd the Guilty, only to their Shame. Mer- 
 
M E 5-6; 
 
 Mercy indeed's the Attribute of Heav'n ; 
 For Gods have Pow'r to keep the Balance ev'n ; 
 Which if Kings lofe, how can they govern well ? 
 Mercy fhould pardon but the Sword compel. 
 Companion's eife a Kingdom's greateft Harm ; 
 Its Warmth engenders Rebels till they fwarm ; 
 And, round the Throne, themfelves in Tumults fpread, 
 To heave the Crown from a Long-SnrT'rcr's Head. Otw, 
 
 CWind. Cart, 
 
 A Mercy unexpected, undeferv'd, 
 Surpriz.es more. Dryd. Don Seb. 
 
 Mercy is Mill a Virtue, and moil priz.'d, 
 When Hope of Paidon leaves us. » South. Loy. Brother. 
 
 Of all the Attributes, that Jove can boaft, 
 Mercy's the mod divine : and of all Men 
 The Merciful are pleafingto the Gods. Lanfd. Her. Love. 
 
 O think, think upwards on the Thrones above ; 
 Difdain not Mercy j for they Mercy love : 
 If Mercy were not mingled with their Pow'r, (of Rhodes. 
 This wretched World could not fubfift an Hour. D'Av. Siege 
 
 MERIT. 
 
 — There's a proud Modefty in Merit, 
 
 Averfe from asking, and refolv'd to pay 
 
 Ten times the Gift it asks. Dryd.Cleom. 
 
 Let none prefume 
 
 Without the Stamp of Merit to obtain : 
 
 O that Eftates, Degrees, and Offices, 
 
 Were not deriv'd corruptly j and that clear Honour 
 
 Werepurchas'd by the Merit of the Wearer. 
 
 How many then would cover, who (land bare ! 
 
 How many be commanded, who command ! 
 
 How much low Peafantry would then beglean'd 
 
 From the true Seed of Honour ! And how much Honour 
 
 Pick'd from the Chaff and Ruin of the Times, 
 
 To be new varnifh'd ! Shak. Merch.of Ven. 
 
 Excefs of Worth fome as a Crime regard, 
 And hate the Virtue which they can't reward. Blac.K.Arth.. 
 
 MERMAID. 
 
 I fat upon a Promontory, 
 And heard a Mermaid on a Dolphin's Back, 
 Uttering iuch dulcet and harmonious Sounds, 
 That the rude Sea grew civil at. her Song, 
 
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 And certain Stars (hot madly from their Spheres, 
 
 To hear the Sea- maid's Mulick, Shak. Midf Night's Dream. 
 
 METAPHOR. 
 
 As Veils tranfparent cover, but not hide j 
 Sych Metaphors appear, when right apply'd ; 
 When, thro' the Phrafe, we plainly fee the Senfe, 
 Truth with fuch obvious Meanings will difpenfe : 
 The Reader, what in Reafon's due, believes j 
 Nor can we call that falfe, which not deceives. Lanfd. 
 
 M E S S A? U S. 
 
 Meflapu? next, Great Neptune was his Sire, 
 Secure of Steel, and fated from the Fire, 
 In Pomp appears: and with his Ardour warms 
 A heartlefs Train, unexercis'd in Arms : 
 His Troops m Order march j and, marching, ring 
 The warlike Actions of their Sea-born King / Dr. Virg. 
 As Swans, from feeding, mounted on the Wing, 
 With out-itretch'd Necks thro* airy Regions fing: 
 The chearful Notes the neighb'ring Shores rebound j 
 And Alia's Lakes re-echo to the Sound. Laud. Virg. 
 Not one, who heard their Mufick from afar, 
 Would think thefe Troops an Army train'dto War: 
 But Flocks of Fowl, that, when the Tempeft roar, 
 With their hoarfe Gabbling feek the filent Shore. Dr. Virg. 
 
 M E Z E N T 1 U S. 
 
 Mezentius firft appear'd upon the Plain ; 
 Scorn fat upon his Brows, and four Difdain j 
 
 Defying Heav'n and Earth. 
 
 The cus'd Mezentius, in a fatal Hour, 
 
 Aflum'd the Crown with arbitrary Pow'r : 
 
 What Words can paint thofe execrable Time*, 
 
 The Subjects Sufferings, and the Princes Crimes ? 
 
 The Living and the Dead, at his Command, 
 
 Were coupled Face to Face, and Hand to Hand : 
 
 'Till choak'd with Stench, in loath'd Embraces ty'd, 
 
 The ling'ring Wretches pin'd away and dy'd. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 MIDAS. 
 
 Thus the fam'd Midas when he found his Store 
 Increafing dill, and would admit of more, 
 
 With 
 
M I s*S 
 
 With eager Arms his fwelUng Bags he pre(?d, 
 And Expectation only made him blefs'd : 
 But when a boundlefsTreafure he enjoy'd ; 
 And ev'ry Wifh was with Fruition cloy'd ; 
 Then, damn'd to Heaps, and forfeited with Ore, 
 He curft that Gold, he doated on before. Yald. 
 
 Midas the King, in Ovid it appears, 
 By Phoebus was endow'd with AfTes Ears ; 
 Which under his long Locks he well conceal'd ; 
 As Monarch's Vices mull not be revcal'd, 
 For Fear the People have them in the Wind, 
 Who long ago were neither dumb nor blind ; 
 Nor apt to think from Heav'n their Title fprings, 
 Since Jove and Mars left off begetting Kings. 
 This Midas knew, and durft communicate 
 To none but to his Wife his Ears of State : 
 One muft be trufted, and he thought her fit, 
 As palling prudent, and a parlous Wit : 
 To this fagacious Confeftbur he went, 
 And told her what a Gift the Gods had fens : 
 But told it under matrimonial Seal, 
 With ftricl Injunction never to reveal ; 
 The Secret heard, (he.plighted him her Troth j 
 (And facred fure is every Woman's Oath,) 
 The royal Malady fhould reft unknown, 
 Both for her Husband's Honour and her own : 
 Bvit ne'erthelefs fhe pin'd with Difcontent: 
 TheCounfel rumbled till it found a Vent : 
 The Thing (he knew (he was oblig'd to hide : 
 By Int'reft and by Oath the Wife was ty'd j 
 But if fhe told it not, the Woman dy'd. 
 Loth to betray a Husband and a Prince ; 
 But fhe muft burft, or blab.^andno Pretence 
 Of Honour ty'd her Tongue from Self-Defence. 
 A marfhy Ground commudioufly was near; 
 Thither fhe ran, and held her Breath for Fear, 
 Left, if a Word fhe fpokeof any Thing, 
 That Word might be the Secret of the King. 
 Thus, full of Connfel, to the Fen (he went, 
 Grip'd all the Way, and longing for a Vent : 
 Arriv'd, bv pure Neceffiry compeli'd, 
 On her majeftick Marrow -bones fhe kneel'd : 
 Then to the Water-brink <he lay'd her Head, 
 And, as a Bittour bumps within a Reed, 
 To thee alone, O Lake, fhe f id, I teil, 
 And, as thy Queen, command thee to conceal. 
 
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 Beneath his Locks the King my Husband, wears 
 A goodly royal Pair of Afles Ears. 
 Now I have eas'd my Bofom of the Pain, 
 Till the next longing Fit return again. Dryd. Chauc. /The 
 
 CWife of Bath ' s Tale - 
 
 milk r-w a r. 
 
 *Tis like the Milky- Way , all over bright, _,._.._. 
 But fown fo thick with Stars, 'tis undiftmguilh d Light. Dr. 
 
 The Stars, which one confed'rate Light difplay, 
 Withglimm'ring Glory mark the heavenly Way. Bl. Eliza. 
 
 M I L O. 
 
 Learn, learn, Oorona's brawny Wrefller cries, 
 Audacious Mortals ; and be timely wife : 
 *Tis I that call : remember Milo's End, 
 Wedg'd in that Timber, which he drove to rend. Rofc. 
 
 MIND. 
 
 And now the Mufe a nobler Flight effays, 
 The Mind's extended Empire fhe furveys : 
 She lings the God-like Principle of Thought, 
 And how from Objects, by the Senfes brought, 
 Th' intelle&uallmag'ry is wrought. 
 
 — The Mind difdains, 
 
 Impatient of the Yoke, coercive Chains. 
 She can her airy Train of Forms disband, 
 And make new Levies at her own Command. 
 The ready Phantoms at her Nod advance, 
 Arid form the bufy intellectual Dance: 
 Thefleeping Forms at her Command awake, 
 And now return, and now their Cells for fake: 
 
 When Man, with Reafon dignify'd, is born, 
 No Images his naked Mind adorn: 
 No Sciences or Arts enrich his Brain, 
 Nor Fanfy yetdifplays her pidtur'd Train. 
 Our Intellectual, like the Bodies, Eye, 
 Whilft in the Womb, no Object can defcry ; 
 When Objects thro' the Senles PafTage gain, 
 And fill with various Imag'ry the Brain, 
 Th' Ideas, which the Mind does thence perceive, 
 To think and know the firft Occafion give : 
 The Mind proceeds and to Reflection goes, 
 Perceives fhe does perceive, and knows fhe knows : 
 
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 Reviews her A&s, and docs from thence conclude, (Crcat. 
 That (he's with Reafon and with Choice endu'd. Blac. 
 
 MINERVA. 
 
 Thou, Goddefs, born of Jove's immortal Brain, 
 Who o'er the chafte unpeopled World doft reign j 
 Thcu, Queen of Sciences, affift my Song: 
 To thee the Virtues, thee the Arts belong : 
 Inform the Mufe, Minerva ; for 'tis thine 
 To guide the Bard, who fpeaks of Things divine. ■ 
 
 Blue-ey'd Minerva free preferves her Heart, 
 A Virgin, unbeguil'd by Cupid's Art : 
 In fliining Aims the maitial Maid delights, 
 O'er War prefides, and well difputed Fights j 
 With Thirft of Fame fhe firft the Hero hr'd, 
 And firft the Skill of human Arts infpir'd y 
 Taught Artifts firft the carving Tool to wield ; 
 Chariots with Brafs to arm, and form the fenceful Shield ; 
 She firft taught modeft Maids, in early Bloom, (Horn. 
 
 To fliun the lazy Life, and fpin, or ply the Loom. Cong. 
 
 M I R M I L L O. 
 
 Not far from that frequented Theatre, 
 Where wand'ring Punks at five each Night repair j 
 Where Bendy, by old Writers, wealthy grew j 
 And Brifcoe lately was undone by new : 
 There triumphs a Phyfician of Renown, 
 Tofcarce a Mortal, but himfclf, unknown : 
 None e*er was plac'd more luckily than he, 
 For th* Exercife of fuch a Myftery : 
 When Burgefs deafens all the lift'ningPrefs 
 With Peals of moil feraphick Emptinefs ; 
 
 Or when myfterions F mounts on high, 
 
 To preach his Parifh to a Lethargy ; 
 
 This iEfculapius waits hard by, to eafe 
 
 The Martyrs of fuch Chriftian Cruelties : 
 
 If fome ungen'rous Nymph a Shaft lets fly, 
 
 More fatally than from a fparkling Eye, 
 
 Mirmillo, that fam*d Opifer is nigh. 
 
 Th' Apothecaries thither throng to dine; 
 
 And Want of Elbow-room's fupply'd in Wine: 
 
 Cloy'd with Variety they furfeit there, 
 
 Whilft the wan Patients on thin Gruel fare. Garth. 
 
 Oxford, and all her paffing Bells can tell 
 By this right Arm what mighty Numbers fell : 
 
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 WhUft others meanly ask'd whole Months to flay, 
 I oft difpatch'd the Patient in a Day : 
 With Pen in Hand I pufh'd to that Degree, 
 I fear ce had left a Wretch to give a Fee : 
 Some fell by Laudanum, and ibme by Steel ; 
 And Death in Ambulh lay in ev'i y Pill. Garth. 
 Long have I reign'd unrival'd in the Town; 
 Glutted with Fees, and mighty in Renown : 
 There's none can die with due Solemnity, 
 Unlefs his-Paflport iirtt be ugn'd by me . 
 My arbitiary Bounty's undeny'd ; 
 I give Revevlions, and for- Heirs provide : 
 None could the tedious nuptial State fupport ; 
 But I, to make it eafy, make it fbort: 
 I fet the difcontented Matrons free; 
 And ranfom Husbands from Captivity. Garth. 
 
 O, that near Xanthus' Banks you had but dwelt, 
 When Ilium fir ft Achaian Fury feks 
 The Klood had curs'd young Peleus' Arm invain,^ 
 For troubling his choak'd Streams with Heaps of Slain : 
 No Trophies you had left for Greeks to raife : 
 Their ten Years Toil you 'ad finifh'd in ten Days. 
 Fate {miles on your Attempts ; and, -when you Hit, 
 In vain the Cowards fly, the Brave refilr. Garth. 
 
 , . , Each Wo.d, that you impart, 
 
 Has fomething killing in it, like your Art. 
 
 « Your Pa. ty 'tis, 
 
 To whom you owe your odd Magnificence; 
 But to your Stars your Penury of Senfe : 
 Haljp'd in a Tumbril, awkardly you've fhin'd, 
 Witn one fat Slave before, and none behind. Garth. 
 
 - MIRTH. 
 
 O come, thou Goddefs, fair and free, 
 In Heav'n yclep'd Euphrofyne ; 
 And by Men Heart-eaiing Mirth, 
 Whom lovely Venus at a Birth 
 With two Sifter- Graces more 
 To Ivy-crowned Bacchus bore. 
 Hafte thee, Nymph, and b: ing with thee 
 Jeft and youthful Jollity; 
 Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, 
 Nods and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, 
 Such as hang on Hebe's Cheek, 
 And love to live in Dimple fleek : 
 
 3 Sport, 
 
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 Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, 
 And Laughter holding both his Sides : 
 And in thy right Hand lead with thee, 
 The Mountain Nymph, fweet Liberty. 
 And if I give thee Honour due, 
 Mirth, admit me of thy Crew, 
 To live with her and live with thee 
 In unreproved Pleafures free. Milt. 
 Then all was Jollity, 
 
 Peafting and Mirth, light Wantonnefs and Laughter j 
 
 Piping and Playing, Minftrelfies and Masking, 
 
 'Till Life fled from us like an idle Dream ; 
 
 A Show of Mommery without a Meaning. Rowe. J. Shore. 
 
 MISCHIEF. 
 
 Mifchiefs are like the Cockatrice's Eye ; (One. 
 
 If they fee firft, they kill; if feen, they die. Suck. Sad 
 
 1 O Mifchief thou art fwift (Rom. & Jul. 
 
 To catch the ftraggling Thoughts of defp'rate Men. Shak. 
 
 Down, riling Mifchief, down, or I will kill thee (Guife. 
 Ev'n in the Caufe, and ftrangle new-born Pity. Dr. D. of 
 
 — Mifchiefs feed, (Volpone. 
 
 Like Beads, till they are fat, and then they bleed. Johnf. 
 
 When once the Mind is to Deftruttion bent, 
 How eafy 'tis new Mifchiefs to invent. Shak. Tit. Andron. 
 
 Mifchief to fome, to others muft be Good. Dr. D. of Guif. 
 
 How eloquent is Mifchief to perfuade ! Dr. Span. Fryar. 
 
 Methinks if Mifchief had but this to vaunt, 
 That, like a God, none knows her but her felf, 
 It were enough to mount her o'er the World. Lee.C, Borg. 
 
 M I S E N U S. 
 
 Son to the God of Winds : none better knew 
 To raife old Courage, and infpire the new, 
 Or by his martial Sounds, or fierce Alarms : 
 Still rirft in Danger, and the laft in Arms. Laud. Virg. 
 He ferv'd great He&or ; and was ever near, 
 Not with his Trumpet only, but his Spear : 
 But, by Pelides' Arms, when He&or fell, 
 He chofe iEneas, and he chofe as well. Dryd. Virg^ 
 Mifenuschofe jEneas for his Lord: 
 
 He could not ftoop to lefs, nor Fortune more afford. L.Vir. 
 Swoln with Applaufe, and aiming ftill at more, 
 He now provokes the Sea-Gods from the Shore : 
 
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 With Envy Triton heard the martial Sound ; (Virg- 
 
 And, the bold Champion for his Challenge, drown'd. Dr. 
 
 MISER. 
 
 Good Morning to the Day ; and next, my Gold : 
 Open the Shrine, that I may fee my Saint : 
 Hail the World's Soul and mine ! more glad than is 
 The teeming Earth to fee the long'd for Sun 
 Peep thro' the Horns of the celeftial Ram, 
 Am I, to view thy Splendour, dark'ning his j 
 That, lying here amongft my other Hoards, 
 Shew'ft like a Flame by Night ; or like the Day, 
 Struck out of Chaos, when all Darknefs fled 
 Unto the Centre. O thou Son of Sol, 
 But brighter than thy Father, let me kifs 
 With Adoration, thee, and ev'ry Relick 
 Of (acred Treafure in this bleflcd Room. 
 Well did wife Poets by thy glorious Name 
 Title that Age, which they would have the beft, 
 Thou being the beft of Things, and tar tranfeending 
 All Style or Joy in Children, Parents, Friends , 
 Or any other waking Dream on Earth. 
 Thy Locks when they to Venus did afcribe, 
 They fhould have given her twenty thoufand Cupids j 
 Such are thy Beauties, and our Loves. Dear Saint, 
 Riches, the dumb God, that giv'ir. all Men Tongues ; 
 That canft do nought, and yet mak'fr. Men do all things, 
 The Price of Souls ! Ev'n Hell, with thee to boot, 
 Is made worth Heav'n ! Thou art Virtue, Fame, 
 Honour, and all things elfe. Who can get thee, 
 He (hall be noble, valiant, honelt, wife. ( Johnf. Vo!p. 
 
 Fond Man ! what Good or Beauty can be round 
 In Heaps of Treafure, bury'd under Ground ? 
 Which rather than diminifh'd e'er to fee, 
 Thou would'ft, thy felf too, bury'd with them be. 
 And what's the Difference ? ls't not quite as bad 
 Never to ufe, as never to have had. Cowl. Hor. 
 
 Thou glory'ft in a Flood of ufelefs Wealth, 
 Which thou canfl only touch, but never raite ; (Hor. 
 
 Th* Abundance dill, and {till the Want does laft. Cowl. 
 
 Bur oh ! what Man's Condition can be worfe, 
 Than his, whom Plenty ftarves, and BlelTingscurfe J 
 The Beggars but a common Fate deplore ; 
 The rich Poor Man's emphatically poor. Cowl. 
 
 Imprifon'd Gold, 
 
 Altho' the Sum be e'er fo great, 
 
 En- 
 
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 Enriches nothing, but Conceit. Orinda. 
 
 Spare not Ufurers; (P. of Parma. 
 
 Plunder their Souls : you'll find them in their Bags. Smith. 
 
 MISER T. 
 
 I'll give thee Mifery j for here (lie dwells : 
 This is her Houfe, where the Sun never dawns : 
 The Bird of Night lirs fcreaming o'er the Roof j 
 Grim Spectres fweep along the horrid Gloom ; (J.Shore. 
 And nought is heard but Wailings andLamentings. Row. 
 
 For angry Heav'n has laid in Store for you 
 Such perfect Mifchief, fuch tranfcendent Woe, 
 That the black Image fhocks my frighted Soul, m (2c Hip. 
 And the Words die on my reluctant Tongue. Smith. Phcea. 
 
 Come my Alicia, reach thy friendly Arm, 
 And help me to fupport this feeble Frame, 
 That, nodding, totters with opp r elTive Woe, 
 And links beneath its Load. Rowe.J. Shore. 
 
 Heavy of Heart fhe feems, and fo e afflicled : 
 See with what fad and fober Chear (he comes : 
 Snre, oil read her Viiage muchamifs, 
 
 Or Grief befets her harcl. 
 
 But thus it is, when rude Calamity 
 Lays its ftrong Gripe upon thefe mincing Minions . 
 The dainry Gewgaw Forms diflblve at once, 
 And fhiver at the Shock. Ro we. J.Shore. 
 
 Alas, her gentle Nature was not made 
 To buffet with Adverfity. Rowe. J. Shore. 
 
 Nothing almoft fees Miracles but Mifery. Shak. K- Lear. 
 
 MIST. 
 
 Let the flow Pow'rs come from their mifty Dens, 
 Who rule the Marfhes, Lakes^and (tagnant Fens : 
 Let ail your Damps, and lazy Fogs arife, 
 And with your iluggifh Treafures cloud the Skies : 
 Let your thick Mifts repel th' unwelcome Light, 
 And o'er the Ocean fpread a friendly Night. Blac. P. Arth. 
 
 A Fog, that {learning from the Mouth of Hell, 
 Doubles the native Horrours of the Night. Den. Rin. 8cAr. 
 
 Like a deep Mift, that thickens all the Air, 
 And tiains the Sun with Fog, and fometimes Clouds, 
 When they do hug him in their reeking Bofoms. Sh.T.And. 
 
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 MISTRESS. 
 
 The Queen, whom Senfe of -Honour could not move, 
 No longer made a Secret of her Love j 
 But call'd it Marriage, by thatfpecious Name, 
 To veil the Crime, and fan&ify the Shame. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 » Oh ! I fain would hide me 
 
 From the bafe World, from Malice, and from Shame : 
 For 'tis the folemn Counfel of my Soul, 
 Never to live with publick Lofs of Honour: 
 'Tis fix'd to die, rather than bear the Infolence 
 Of each arYe&ed She, that tells my Story, 
 And blefies her good Stars, thatfhe is virtuous: 
 To be a Tale for Fools ! fcorn'd by the Women, 
 And pity'd by the Men ! ■ ■ ■ Rowe. Fair Pen. 
 
 Butloft to Honour, and the Senfe of Shame, 
 Whole Days with him (he pafles in Delights, 
 And waftes in Luxury long Winter-Nights . 
 Forgetful of her Fame, and royal Truft, 
 Dirfolv'd in Eafe, abandon'd to her Luft. Dryd. Virg* 
 
 •■■ He found 
 
 The luftful Pair, in lawlefs Pleafures drown'd ; 
 
 Loft in their Loves, infenfible of Shame j 
 
 And both forgetful of their better Fame. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 How didft thou dare to think that I would live 
 A Slave to bafe Defires, and brutal Pleafures: 
 To be a wretched Woman for thy Leifure, (Pen. 
 
 To toy, and wafte an Hour of idle Time with. Rowe. Fair 
 
 O Athenais. let me fee thee dead. 
 Borne a pale Corps and gently laid in Earth, 
 So I may fay (he's chafte, and dy'd a Virgin, 
 Rather than view thee, with the'fe wounded Eyes, 
 Seated upon the Throne of Ifdigerdes, 
 The Blatt of common Tongues, the Nobles Scorn, 
 Thy Father's Curfej that is, the Prince's Whore. 
 No, Athenais : when the Day beholds thee 
 So fcandaloufly rais'd, Pride caft thee down, 
 The Scorn of Honour, and the People's Prey ! 
 
 No, cruel Leontine ! not to redeem 
 Thy aged Head from the defcending Ax, 
 Not tho' I faw thy trembling Body rack'd, 
 Thy Wrinkles too about thee fill'd with Blood, 
 Would I, for Empire, to the Man 1 love, 
 Be made the Objedt of unlawful Pleafure. Lee,Theod. 
 
 O preferve thy Virtue; 
 
 And, fince he does difdain thee for his Bride, 
 
 Scorn thou to be bis Whore. Hold, 
 
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 Hold, Sir, oh hold ! forbear ! 
 For my nice Soul abhors the very Sound : 
 Yet with the Shame of that, and the Defire 
 Of an immortal Name, I am infpir'd : 
 All kinder Thoughts are fled for ever from me; 
 All Tendernefs, as if I ne'er had lov'd, 
 Has left my Bofom colder than the Grave. 
 
 On, Athenais, on : Vis bright before thee ; 
 Purfue the Track, and thou malt be a Star. 
 
 O Leontine, I fwear, my noble Father, 
 That I will ftarve, e'er once forego my Virtue : 
 And thus Jet's join to contradict the world ; 
 That Empire could not tempt a poor old Man, 
 To fell his Prince the Honour of his Daughter : 
 And {he too matched the Spirit of her Father ; 
 Tho' humbly born, and yet more humbly bred, 
 She, for her Fame, refus'd a royal Bed : 
 Who, tho' me lov'd, yet did put off the Hour; 
 Nor could her Virtue be betray'd by Pow'r: 
 Patterns, like thefe, will guilty Courts improve, 
 And teach the Fair to blufn at confcious Love : 
 Then let all Maids for Honour come in view, 
 If any Maid can more for Glory do. Lee. Theod. 
 
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 The Captain of the Rabble iflii'd out 
 With a black fhirtlefs Train. Each was an Hufr, 
 A Million ftrong of Vermin, ev'ry Villain : 
 No Part of Government, but Lords of Anarchy, 
 Chaos of Pow'r and privileg'd Deftru&ion : 
 Outlaws of Nature ! yet the Great mud ufe them 
 Sometimes, as neceffary Tools of Tumult. Dryd.D. Seb. 
 
 ■ Some pop'lar Chief, 
 
 More noify than the reft, but cries Halloo, 
 
 And in a Trice the bell'wing Herd come out, 
 
 The Gates are barr'd, the Ways ace barricado'd, 
 
 And one and all's the Word : true Cocks o'th* Game, 
 
 They never ask for what, or whom, they fight; 
 
 But turn them out, and fhew. them but a Foe, 
 
 Cry Liberty, and that's a Caufe of Quarrel. Dr. Sp. Fry% 
 
 And fince the Rabble now is ours, 
 
 Keep the Fools hot, preach Dangers in their Ears, 
 Spread falfe Reports o'ch' Senate, working up 
 Their Madnefs to a Fury quick and defp'rate, 
 Till they run headlong into civil Difcords, (Mar. 
 
 And do our Bus'nefs with- their own Definition. Otw. C. 
 
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 The changing Crowd; the Rabble; 
 
 The arbitrary Guard or Fortune's Pow'r ; 
 Who wait to catch the Sentence of her Frowns, 
 And hurry ail to Ruin, fhe condemns. South. Oroon. 
 
 'Tis eafy th' unreafoning Mob to guide j 
 For they are always on the factious Side. - — '~ 
 
 How goes the Mob ? For that's a mighty Thing: 
 When the King s Trump, the Mob is for the King: 
 They followFortune, and the common Cry 
 Is ftill againft the Rogue, condemn'd to die. 
 But the fame very Mob, that Rafcal Crowd, 
 Had cry'd Sejanus with a Shout as loud, 
 Had his Defigns, by Fortune's Favour bleir. 
 Succeeded, and the Prince's Age oppreiT. Dryd. Juv. 
 
 But curd: be they, 
 
 Who truft Revenge with fuch mad Inftruments, 
 Whofe blindfold Bufinefs is but to deftroy : 
 And, like the Fire commiiiion'd by the Winds, 
 Begins on Sheds, but, rouling in a Round, 
 On Palaces returns. — Dryd. Seb. 
 
 Ye mungril Work of Heaven, with human Shapes, (Seb. 
 Not to be damn'd or fav'd, but breathe, and perifn. Dr. D. 
 
 m o d e s r r. 
 
 Modeft as Infant Rofes in their Bloom, 
 Who in a Blufh their fragrant Lives conlume. Oldh. 
 
 Modeity, 
 
 The Virgin's troublefome and conflant Gueft, Lee. Theod. 
 
 Is but the Wax whofe Seals on Virgins ftay; (ofGr. p. 2. 
 Let it approach Love's Fire, 'twill melt away. Dryd. Conq. 
 
 ■ Tho' Thought will have no Bound, 
 A Virgin's Tongue (hould fhame to hint a Thought, (Ven. 
 At which a Virgin's Cheek (hould blu(h. Shak. Merc, of 
 
 MOLE. 
 
 For gather Grain the blind laborious Mole 
 In winding Maz.es works her hidden Hole. Dr. Virg. 
 
 Baian MOLE. 
 So avail: Fragment of the Baian Mole, 
 Thar, fix'd among the Tyrrhene Waters, braves 
 The beating Tempefts and-infulting Waves - y 
 Thrown from its Ban's with a dreadful Sound, 
 Dafhes the broken Billows all around j 
 And with refiftlefs Force the Surface cleaves, (Sil. Ital. 
 
 That in its angry Waves the falling Rock receives. Add. 
 
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 MONASTICK Life. 
 
 I will devote the fad Remains of Life, 
 To the bleft Company of holy Men ! 
 Learn Contemplation, and, the Dregs of Life 
 Purg'd off, tafte clearer and more fprightly Joy?, 
 Partake their Tranfports in the brighter!: Vitions, 
 See op'ning Heav'ns, and the defcending Gods : 
 Then, as I view the dazling Tracks of Angels, 
 Sigh to my Heart, and cry ; See there, and there, 
 In full Perfection thoufand Bellamiras. Lee. Ca>f. Bor. 
 
 To fee this Day the Emp'rour of the Eaft 
 Leave ail the Pleafures that the Earth can yield, 
 That Nature can beftow, or Art invent, 
 In his Life's Spring, and Bloom of gawdy Years, 
 To undergo the Penance of a Cloifter, 
 Confin'd to narrow Rooms and gloomy Walks, 
 Fadings, and Exercifes of Devotion, 
 Which from his Bed at Midnight muft awake hrm, 
 Methinks, O Leontine, is fomething more 
 Than yet Philofophy could ever reach. 
 Methinks, at fuch a glorious Refignation, 
 Th' Ansjelick Orders mould at once defcend, 
 In all the Paint and Drapery of Heav'n, 
 With charming Voices, and with lulling Strings, 
 To give full Grace to fuch triumphant Zeal. Lee. Theod, 
 
 What Heart but yours could hold this double Fire 
 Of blind Devotion, and of kind Defire : 
 Love would (hine out, were not your Zeal fo bright, 
 Whole glaring Flames overcome his gentler Light. 
 Lefs feems that Faith, which Mountains can remove, 
 Than this, which triumphs over Youth and Love. 
 Juft fuch a difmal Fate is faid to vex 
 Armida once, tho' of the fairer Sex : 
 Rinaldo (he had charm'd with fo much Art, 
 Hers were his Pow'r, his Perfon and his Heart : 
 Honour's high Thoughts no more his Mind could move. 
 She foorh'd his Rage, and turn'd it all to Love : 
 Then ftrait a Guft of fierce Devotion blows, 
 And in a Moment all her Joys o'erthrows j 
 The poor Armida tears her golden Hair, 
 Matchlefs, 'till now, for Love, or for Defpair. 
 Who is not mov'd while the fad Nymph complains ? 
 Yet you perform what Taflb only feigns : 
 And after all my Vows, my Sighs, and Tears, 
 With which at length I overcame your Fears, 
 
 Cc 4. Sa 
 
f 7 6 
 
 M O 
 
 So many Doubts, fo many Dangers paft, 
 Vifions of Zeal now vanquifli me at laft. 
 So, in great Homer's War, throughout the Field, 
 Some Leader ftill made all before him yield: 
 But when a God would take the conquer' d Side, 
 The weak prevail'd, and the victorious dy'd. 
 
 D. of B. To a Perfon about to retire into a Monaftery. 
 
 MOON. 
 
 — Fair Queen, who do'ft in Woods delight, 
 
 Grace of the Stars, and Goddefs of the Night. Laud. Virg. 
 Hail, Moon, that with thy filver Light 
 Govern'ft the Empire of the Night. 
 As Horrour thou art pleas'd to fee, 
 Horrour loves to gaze on thee. 
 Each Fiend, and ev'ry ghaftly Spright, 
 
 That fo abhors thy Brother's Ray, 
 Yet oft forfakes eternal Night, 
 
 To revel in thy paler Day. Den. Iphig. . 
 
 ■ The Queen of Night ( Mar. 
 
 Shines fair with all her virgin Stars about her. Otw. C. 
 
 Serenely ftione the Stars; the Moon was bright; 
 And the Sea trembled with her filver Light. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 — A Glimpfe of Moonfhine, ftreak'd with Red* 
 A (hn fried, fullen and uncertain Light, 
 
 That dances thro' the Clouds, and (huts again. Dr. Cleom. 
 
 ' Now reigns 
 
 Full-orb'd the Moon, and with more pleafing Light, 
 Shadowy fets of? the Face of Things Milt. Par. Loft. 
 
 And now the Moon had twice the filver Field 
 Of her fair Orb with borrow'd Glory fill'd. Blac. P. Arth. 
 
 And now the Moon twice dips her filver Horns ; 
 And with frefh Rays her changing Face adorns, Bl. K. Arth. 
 
 The Moon, her monthly Round 
 
 Still ending, frill renewing, thro* mid Heav'n, 
 
 With borrow'd Light her Count'nance triform, 
 
 Both fills and empties t'enlighten the Earth. Milt. Par. Loft. 
 
 So ficken waning Moons too near the Sun, 
 And blunt their Crefcents on the Edge of Day. Dryd. 
 
 Moon m Eclipfe. 
 Behold a gloomy Red 
 
 Hia« half her glowing Face o'erfpred : 
 And oh ! Behold, o'er half her Light 
 Some Charm diftufes gloomy Nighr. 
 
 It 
 
MO J77 
 
 It mud be fome Theffalian Charm ; 
 
 Sound, found your Trumpets, give th' Alarm: 
 
 Let the Clangours reach the Sky j 
 
 'Till her native Brightnefs comes, i , 
 
 Beat your Timbrels, beat your Drums. Den. Tp'-ug. 
 
 M O R N I N ' G. 
 
 Now did the Saffron Morn her Beams difplay, 
 Gilding the Face of univerfal Day. Cong. Horn. 
 
 Now from the radiant Sun retires the Night, 
 And Weftern Clouds, (hot thro' with orient Light. Cong. 
 
 Lo ! from the rofy Eaft her purple Doors 
 The Morn unfolds, adorn'd with bluQiing Flow'rs : 
 The lefien'd Stars draw off, and difappear ; 
 — The Moon's pale Horns are now withdrawn, (Ovid. 
 And all the World around now reddens at the Dawn. Trapp. 
 
 'Twas at the Time, when Nights cold Shades withdrew, 
 And left the Grafs all hung with pearly Dew. Oldh. Viig, 
 
 Sullen, methinks, and flow, the Morning breaks ; 
 As if the Sun were liftlefs to appear, (Guifr, 
 
 And dark Defigns hung heavy en the Day. Dryd. Duke of 
 
 Obferve the weary Birds, ere Night be done, 
 How they would fain call up the tardy Sun ; 
 With Feathers hung wkh Dew, 
 And trembling Voices too, 
 They court their glorious Planet to appear. 
 
 The drooping Flow'rs hang their Heads, 
 And languish down into their Beds ; 
 While Brooks, more bold and fierce than they, 
 Openly murmur, and demand the Day. Orind. 
 
 * The Morn prepares a glorious Day, 
 
 Andchearful Beams unclouded Light difplay. Liul.Virg, 
 
 But now the Sun 
 
 With orient Beams had chas'd the dewy Nigh$, (Vir£, 
 
 From Earth and Heav'n : all Nature flood difclos'd, Add. 
 
 And now the Morn difclos'd her purple Rays : 
 The Stars were fled, for Lucifer had chas'd 
 The Stars away, and fled himfelf at laff . Add. Ovid, 
 
 The Morn had now difpell'd the Shades of Night, 
 Reftoring Toils, when, (he reftor'd the Light. Dryd. Virg, 
 
 Now in the Eaft the Saffron Morn arofe, 
 Andcall'd theLab'rer from hisfweet Repcfe. Blac.Pr. Arch. 
 
 Soon as the Sun had with his early Ray, 
 Depos'd the Shades, and re-enthron'd the Day, Bl. P. Arth, 
 
 ■ The Morning fair 
 
 Came forth with pilgrim. Steps in Amice grey ;- 
 
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 M O 
 
 And with her radiant Finger ftih'd the Roar 
 
 Of Thunder, chas'd the Clouds, and laid the Winds, 
 
 And gviefly Spe&res. 
 
 And now the Sun with more effectual Beams 
 
 Had chear'd the Face of Earth, and dry'd the Wet 
 
 From drooping Plant, or dropping Tree j the Birds, 
 
 Who all Things now beheld more frelh and green, 
 
 After a Night of Storm fo ruinous, 
 
 Clear'd up their choiceft Notes in Bufh or Spray, 
 
 To gratulate the fweet Return of Morn. Milt, Par. Reg. 
 
 Now from Night's Womb the glorious Day breaks forth, 
 And feems to kindle from the fettmg Stars. Lee. L.J. Brut. 
 
 See, how the Morning opes her golden Gates, 
 And takes her Favewel of the glorious Sun ! 
 How well refembles it the Prime of Youth, ( p.2. 
 
 Trimm'd like a Younker prauncing to his Love. Shak. H. 6*. 
 
 Aurora had difpell'd the Shades of Nighr ; 
 And deck'dthe Mountains Tops with gawdy Light ; 
 When Phoebus' Horfes, rifing from the Sea, CVirg. 
 
 Forth from their firy Noftrils breath'd the Day. Laud. 
 
 When from the rofy Eaft Aurora's Beams (Virg. 
 
 With purple Blufh had dy'd the Ocean's Streams. Laud. 
 
 Soon as the Morn, in rofy Robes array 'd, 
 Had o'er the World her chearful Light difplay'd. Laud. Vir. 
 
 Now did the Morn her radiant Lap difplay, 
 And gently on the Air (hook forth the Day. Blac. K. Arth. 
 
 Now had the Sun difcios'd the Mountains Heads, 
 And pour'd warm Glory on the reeking Meads. Bl. K.. Arth. 
 
 . The chearful Morn falutes our Eyes; 
 
 And Songs of chirping Birds invite k> rife. Di yd. Virg. 
 
 The Morn began from Ida to difplay 
 Her rofy Cheeks, and Phofbhor led the Day. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 So, when a black tempeftouus Night is paft, •% 
 
 In which loud Winds have lofty Tow'rs defac'd, s 
 
 The Mountain^ rent, and laid the Foreft wafte : > 
 
 This Strife the Morn compofes with her Charms, 
 And all the fighting Elements difarms : 
 A joyful Peace fucceeds the ftormy War, 
 Arid calms the troubled Empire of the Air : 
 The Sun's bright Beams the reeking Meads adorn, 
 And chearful Lab'rers to their Toil return. Blac. K. Arth. 
 
 And now Aurora, Harbinger of Day, 
 JRofe from the Bed, where aged Tithon lay -, 
 Unbarr'd the Doors of Heav'n, and overfpread 
 The Path of Phcebus with a blufhing Red. .. ... 
 
 The ftarry Lights above are fcarce expir'd ; 
 And fcaice the Shade from open Plains retir > d : 
 
 The 
 
M O V9 
 
 The tuneful Lark has hardly ftretch'd her Wing; 
 
 And warbling Linnets juft begin to ling: 
 
 Nor yet induftrious Bees their Hives forfake; 
 
 Nor skim the Fifh the Surface of the Lake : 
 
 Nor yet the Flow'rs difclofe their various Hue ; 
 
 But fold their Leaves, opprefs'd with hoary Dew : 
 
 Blue Mills around conceal the neighb'ring Hills : 
 
 And dusky Fogs hang o'er the murm'ring Rills : 
 
 While Zephyr faintly lighs among the Trees ; 
 
 And moves the Branches with a lazy Breeze. 
 
 No jovial Pipe refounds along the Plains, 
 
 Safe in their Hamlets fleep the drowzy Swains. ■ 
 
 A nd now the Sun begins his early Race, 7 
 
 And views the joyful Earth with blufhing. Face, (Lucr. > 
 And quaffs the pearly Dews, fpread o'er the Grafs. Creech. -* 
 
 The Skies with dawning Light were purpledo'er. Dr. Horn* 
 
 Scarce had the riling Sun the Day reveal'd ; 
 Scarce had his Heat the pearly Dews difpeU'd. Dr. Virg. 
 
 Now, when the following Morn had chas'd away 
 The flying Stars, and Light reftor'd the Day. Dryd. Virg, 
 
 And now the letting Stars are loft in Day. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 — He beheld the Skies 
 
 With Purple blufhing, and the Day arife. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 — And now renewing Day 
 
 Had chas'd the Shadows of the Night away. Dryd. Virg, 
 
 Scarce had the roiie Morning rais'd her Head 
 Above the Waves, and left her watry Bed. Dryd. Virg, 
 
 Awake : the Morning (bines j and the fi efh Field 
 Calls us : we lofe the Prime, to mark how fpring 
 Our tended Plants ; how blooms the Citron Grove; 
 What drops the Myrrh, and what the balmy Reed ; 
 How Nature paints her Colours; how the Bee 
 Sits on the Bloom, extracting liquid Sweets. Milt. Par. Lofh- 
 
 The Morning dawns with an unwonted Crimfon ; 
 The Flow'rs more od'rous feem ; the Garden Birds 
 Sing louder, and the laughing Sun afcends 
 The gawdy Earth with an unufual Brightnefs : (Borg^ 
 
 All Nature fmiles, and the whole World is pleas'd. Lee.Ca&f- 
 
 Sol thro' white Curtains did his Beams difplay ; 
 And op'd thofe Eyes wJiich brighter (hone than they, 
 Now Shock had giv'n himfelf the rifing Shake, 
 And Nymphs prepar'd their Chocolate to take : 
 Thrice the wrought Slipper knock'd againit the Ground'; 
 And ftriking Watches me tenth Hour refound, Pope, 
 
 MO-R* 
 
f 8a. M O 
 
 MO RT HE US. 
 
 Around his drowfy Offspring goes the God, 
 And rowfes Morpheus from the fleepy Crowd j 
 None can, like him, a perfect Man exprefs, 
 His Speech and Mien, his Action and his Drefs : 
 But he alone in humane Shape appears, T 
 
 While the lefs noble Forms a fecond wears, 
 Of Snakes or Birds, of Lions or of Bears : Ji" 
 
 Still there's a third, ftill meaner in Degree, 
 Which fhews a Field, a River, or a Tree j. 
 Of Things inanimate prefents the Scene, 
 Hills, Valleys, Ships, or Houfes, Earth, or Main : 
 Thefe three to Gen*rals, Kings, or Courts, belong : (Ovid. 
 More vulgar Dreams wait the more vulgar Throng. Hopk> 
 
 Darkling the Demon glides for Fight prepar'd, 
 So foft that fcarce his fanning Wings are heard : 
 Tq Trachin, fwift as Thought, the flirting Shade 
 Thro' Air his momentary Journey made. 
 Then lays afide the Steerage of his Wings j 
 Forfakes his proper Form, aflumes-the King's : 
 And, pale as Death, defpoil'd of his Array, 
 Into the Queen's Apartment takes his Way : 
 Unmov'd his Eyes, and wet his Beard appears, 
 And fhedding vain, but feeming real, Tears: 
 The briny Water dropping from his Hairs. 
 Then ftaring on her with a ghaftly Look, 
 And hollow Voice, he thus the Queen befpoke. 
 
 Thus faid the Player-God ; and, adding Art 
 Of Voice and Geftuie, fo perform'd his Part, 
 She thought, fo like her Love the Shade appears, (Ovid. 
 That Ceyxfpake the Words, and Ceyx fhed the Tears. Dryd. 
 
 MOTES. 
 
 Behold where- e'r the glitt'ring Sunbeams come 
 Thro* narrow Chinks into a darken'd Room ; 
 A.Thoufand little Bodies ftrait appear, 
 In the fmall Streams of Light, and wander there : 
 For ever fight ; reject all Shews of Peace j 
 Now meet, now part again, and never ceafe : 
 Now beaten backward, and with wanton Play, 
 Now this, now that, andev'iy other Way. Creech. Lncr. 
 
 MOULD* 
 
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M O sU 
 
 MOULD. 
 
 As when a Mould repels th' invading Seas, 
 Prote&s the Ships, and gives the Harbour Peace : 
 The foaming Tempeft on high Billows rides, 
 And ftorms, with wat'ry Troops, its lofty Sides : 
 Th'unfhaken Structure all their Fury braves, 
 And frops the Current of th'infulting Waves: 
 Th' angry Seas break on th'oppofmg Shore, 
 And, beaten back, with Indignation roar. Blac. P. Arth* 
 
 MO U NT A IN. 
 
 The Mountains, leflf'ning as they rife, 
 
 Lofe the low Vales, and ileal inro the Skies. Pope. 
 
 So Atlas, and the Mountains of the Moon, 
 From North to South in lofty Ridges run 
 Thro* Africk Realms, whence falling Waters lave 
 Th'inferior Regions with a winding Wave. 
 So Caucafus, afpiring Taurus fo, 
 And fam'd Imaus, ever white with Snow* 
 Thro' Eaftern Climes their lofty Lines extend, 
 And, this, and that Way, ample Currents fend. BlacCreat.. 
 
 Behold the Hills, which high in Air arife, 
 Harbour in Clouds, and mingle with the Skies: 
 The Earth's Dishonour, and encumbring Load, 
 For Bealts and Birds of Prey a defolate Abode. Blac. 
 
 But like fome Mountain in thofe happy Ifles, 
 Where in. perpetual Spring young Nature fmiles, 
 Your Greatnefs (hows : No Hon our to affright j 
 But Trees for Shade, and Flow'i's to court the Sight. - 
 Sometimes the Hill fubmits itfelf a while 
 In fmall Defcents, which ftill its Height beguilaj, 
 And fometimes mounts, but fo as Billows play, 
 Whofe Rife not hinders, but makes fhort our Way. Dryd„, 
 
 ■■ O amazing Height ! 
 At what remote, and what ftupendous Diftance, 
 
 Yon tyrannizing Main below 
 
 Infults the foaming Shore 1 ■ ■ 
 
 Ubaldo, fee how very far beneath us, 
 With flagging Wings the painted Meteors fly 
 Thro' all th'infernal Regions of the Air ! 
 How far below, illurtrious in its Flight, 
 The nimble Lightning fcours along the Sky! 
 And hark how far, how very far beneath us 
 T^'exafperated Thunder roars — — 
 
 To 
 
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 To plague the guilty World ! * 
 
 But never Storm difturbs this happy Place', 
 
 The very Pride and Pomp of wanton Nature I 
 
 The very Darling of indulgent Heav'n ! 
 
 Which (till the Sun, the World's great Eye, contemplates, 
 
 And never fuffers interpoling Cloud 
 
 To bar th'eternal Profpeft. Den. Rin. & Arm. 
 
 Here, on the Frontiers of the rouling Skies, (Arm. 
 
 We ftand, and breathe, the Borderers of Heav'n 1 Den.Rin.Sc 
 
 Ridges of high contiguous Hills arife ; 
 Divide the Clouds, andpenetrate the Skies. Blac. Eliz. 
 
 Behold where Neritus the Clouds divides, 
 And (hakes the founding Forefts on his Sides. Pope. Horn. 
 
 Next, Ida fee, from whence a thoufand Fountains 
 Flow from on Mgh, and well upon the Plains. Br. Horn. 
 
 In Pomp the (hady Appenines arife, 
 And lift tn'afpiring Nation to the Skies : 
 In their dark Womb a thoufand Rivers lie, (Luc, 
 
 That with continu'd Streams the double Sea fupply. Add. 
 
 Stiff with eternal Ice, and hid in Snow, 
 That fell a thoufand Centuries ago, 
 The Mountain (lands ; nor can the rifing Sun 
 Unfix her Frofts, and teach them how to run". 
 Deep as the dark infernal Waters lie, 
 From the bright Regions of the chearful Sky j 
 So far the proud afcending Rocks invade 
 Heav'n's upper Realms, and caft a dreadful Shade. 
 No Spring, nor Summer, on the Mountain feen, 
 Smiles with gay Fruits, or with delightful Green, 
 But hoary Winter, unadorn'd and bare, 
 Dwells in the dire Retreat, and freezes there : 
 There (he affembles all her blacked Storms, 
 And the rude Hail in rattling Tempefts forms : 
 Thither the loud tumultuous Winds refort, 
 And on the Mountain keep their boift'rous Court, 
 That in thick Show'rs her rocky Summets (hrowds, (haL 
 And darkens all the broken View with Clouds. Add. Sil. 
 
 MURDER. 
 
 My Plot grows full of Death :. 
 
 Murder is playing her great Mafter-piece ; 
 
 And the fad Sifters fweat, fo.faft I urge them: 
 
 O how I hug my felf for this Revenge : 
 
 My Fanfy's great in Mifchief : For, methinks, 
 
 The Night grows darker ; and the lab'ring Ghofts, 
 
 For fear left I (hould find new Torments our, 
 
 Run 
 
M U y8j 
 
 Run o'er the old with mod prodigious Swiftnefs : 
 
 I fee the fatal Fruit betwixt the Teeth j (Alex. 
 
 The Sieve brim-full, and the fwift Stone ftand Hill. Lee. 
 
 he's the cooleft Murderer ! fo ftanch 
 
 He Kills; and keeps his Temper. Dryd. All for Love. 
 
 Murders, at which th'aftonifh'd Sun went back, (Love. 
 And turn'd afide, and veil'd his Head in Clouds. Lanfd. Her. 
 
 1 fee my Death is written in thy Eyes ; 
 Therefore wreak all thy Luft of Vengeance on me, 
 Wafh in my Blood, and deep thee in mv Gore ; 
 
 Feed like a Vulture, tear my bleeding Heart. Lee. Alex. 
 
 Creatures of vileft Make, upon Difgud. (Mithr. 
 
 With Knives or Cords fet looie their Coward Souls. Lee. 
 
 And what's the Puoifhment, my dear Pulcheria ? 
 What Torments are allotted thofe fad Spirits j 
 Who, groaning with the Burden of Defpair, 
 No longer will endir e the Cares of Life, 
 But boldly fet themfelves at Liberty : 
 Thro' the dark Caves of Death to wander on 
 Like wilder'd Travellers without a Guide: 
 Eternal Rovers in the gloomy Maze, 
 Where fcaicethe Twilighr of an infant Moon, 
 By a faint Glimmer check'ring thro' the Trees, 
 Refle&s to difmal View the walking Ghofts, 
 And never hope to reach the blefied Fields r Lee. TheoJ. 
 
 -— Had you beheld his Rack and Torments, 
 
 When from his dying Eyes, fwoln to the Brim, 
 The big round Drops roul'd down his manly Face, 
 When from his hollow Bread a murm'i ing Crowd 
 Of Groans rufh'd forth, and echo'd, All is well : 
 Then had you feen him, O ye cruel Gods 1 
 Rufli on the Sword I held againd his Bread, 
 And dye it to the Hilts ! . Lee. Thcod. 
 
 1 He, like a Traitor Coward, 
 
 Sluic'd out his inn'cent Soul thro' Streams of Blood : 
 
 Which Blood, like facrirking Abel's, cries, 
 
 Ev'n from the ronguelefs Caverns of the Earth, 
 
 Aloud for Judice, and rough Chadifement. Shak. Rich. i» 
 
 The Blow you give will ltrike me to the Stars, 
 But fink my Murd'refsin eternal Ruin : 
 
 A Thoufand Spirits tell me, 
 
 There's not a God but whifpers in my Dar : 
 This Death will crown me with immortal Glory, 
 And make me Company of Queens above $ 
 While thou, the Burden of the Earth, ■ 
 Fall'ft to the Deep, fo heavy with thy Guile, 
 That Hell it felf muit groan at thy Reception - y 
 
 Whi'c 
 
5% MU 
 
 While fouleft Fiends fhun thy Society; 
 
 And thou (halt walk alone, forfaken Fury. Lee. Ale*. 
 
 See, how the Blood is fettled in his Face: 
 Oft have I feen a timely-parted Ghoft, 
 Of afhy Semblance, meager, pale, and bloodlefs, 
 Being all defcended to the labouring Heart, 
 Who, in the Conftift that it holds with Death, 
 Attracts the Blood for Aid againft the Enemy : 
 Which with the Heart there cools j and ne'er returns, 
 To blufh and beautifie the Cheek again : 
 But fee, his Face is black and full of Blood : 
 His Eye-balls farther out than when he liv'd, 
 Staring full ghaftly, like a ftrangled Man ; 
 His Hair uprear'd ; his Noftrils ftretch'd with rrruggling: 
 His Hands difplay'd abroad, as one that grafp'd 
 And tug'd for Life, and was by Strength fubdu'd. 
 
 Shak. Hen. 6. p. 2 a 
 Behold, ev'n now the great unhappy Youth 
 Falls by the fordid Hands of butch'ring Villains: 
 Now, now he bleeds, he dies-: 
 See, his rich Blood in purple Torrents flows ; 
 And Nature fallies in unbidden Groans : 
 Now mortal Pangs diftort his lovely Form ; 
 His rofy Beauties fade j his ftarry Eyes 
 Now darkling fwim, and fix their clofing Beams : 
 Now in fhort Gafps his lab'ring Spirit heaves, 
 And weakly flutters on his fault'ring Tongue, 
 
 And ftruggles into Sound. Smith. Phsed. 8c Hip.-* 
 
 There he lies ; the Blood 
 
 Yet bubbling from his Wounds. O more than favage ! 
 
 Had they or Hearts or Eyes that did this Deed ? 
 
 Gould Eyes endure to guide fueh cruel Hands ? 
 
 Are not my Eyes guilty alike with theirs, (Bride. 
 
 That thus can gaze, and yet not turn to Stone? Cong,Mouv. 
 
 O Death ! thou gentle End of human Sorrows, 
 Still muft my weary Eyelids vainly wake 
 In tedious Expe&ation of thy Peace ? 
 Why ftand thy thoufand thou fand Doors ftill open, 
 To take the Wretched in, if ftern Religion 
 Guards ev'ry Paflage, and forbids my Entrance? 
 Lucrece could bleed, andPortia fwallow Fire, 
 When urg'd with Griefs beyond a mortal Suff'rance: 
 But here it muft not be: Think, think, Arpafia, 
 Think on the facred Di&ates of thy Faith, 
 And let that Arm thy Virtue, to perform 
 What Cato's Daughser dnrit not: Live Arpafia,- 
 And -dare to be unhappy* ■ Rowe. Tamer!. 
 
 Good 
 
 I, l 
 
M U 5*y 
 
 Good Heav'n, whofe darling Attribute, we find, 
 Is boundlefs Grace and Mercy to Mankind, 
 Abhors the Cruel ; and the Deeds of Night 
 By wond'rous Ways reveals in open Light : 
 Murther may pafs unpunifli'd for a Time, 
 But tardy Juftice will o'ertake the Crime : 
 And oft a fpeedier Pain the Guilty feels - y 
 The Hue and Cry of Heav'n purfues him at the Heels, 
 
 Frefh from the Fad. Dryd. Chauc. The Cock and 
 
 (the Fox. 
 
 ■ Foul Deeds will rife, 
 
 Tho' all the Earth o'erwhelm them to Men's Eyes i 
 And Murder, tho' it have no Tongue, will fpeak 
 With mod miraculous Organ. Shak. Haml. 
 
 They ftart like Murderers when Ghofts appear, 
 And draw their Curtains in the Dead of Night. Dryd. 
 
 SELF-MURDER. 
 
 My Virtue is a Guard beyond my Strength, 
 
 And Death, my laft Defence, within my call : 
 
 Death may be call'd in vain, and can not come : 
 
 Tyrants may tie him up from your Relief, 
 
 Nor has a Chriftian Privilege to die. 
 
 Brutus and Cato might difcharge their Souls, 
 
 And give them runo's for another World 1 } 
 
 But we, like Centry's are oblig'd to ftand 
 
 In Starlefs Nights, and wait the pointed Hour. Dryd.D.Seb,. 
 He's a Man ; 
 
 He knows that Men, abandon'd of their Hope, 
 
 Should ask no Leave, nor ftay for filing our 
 
 A tedious Writ of Eafe from ling'ring Heav'n j 
 
 But help themfelves, as timely as they could, 
 
 And teach the Fates their Duty. ■ Dryd. D. Seb. 
 
 Our Time is fet and fix'd ; our Days are told j 
 
 And no Man knows the Limits of his Life: 
 
 This Minute may be mine, the next anothers : 
 
 But ftill all Mortals ought to wait the Summons, 
 
 And not ufurp on the Decrees of Fate, 
 
 By haft'ning their own Ends.— Smith. P. of Par. 
 
 Self-Murder, Nature and our Souls abhor.Smith.P.of Par, 
 Not (tony Tow'rs, nor Walls of beaten Brafs, 
 
 Nor aulefs Dungeon, nor ftrong Links of Fate ; 
 
 Can be retentive to the Strength of Spirit: 
 
 For Life, being weary of thefe worldly Bars, 
 Never lacks PowV to difmifs it felf : 
 
 In that, ye Gods, you make the Weak moft ftrong, 
 
 In that, ye Gods, vou Tyrants do defeat ; 
 
 In that, each Bonaman in his^own Hand bears The 
 
f8<5 M U 
 
 The Power to cancel his Captivity r 
 
 But I do think it cowardly and vile, 
 
 For Fear of what might fall, fo to prevent 
 
 The Time of Life : Arming my felf with Patience, 
 
 To wait the Providence of fome high PowYs, 
 
 That govern us below. Shak. Jul. Caef. 
 
 Shall Nature, erring from her firir. Command, 
 Self-Prefervation, fall by her own Hand* 
 By her own Act the Springs of Life deftroy ? 
 The Principles, and Being of her Joy ? 
 Senfual and Bafe ! Lanfd. Brit. Encb. 
 
 Dear, Dear Adraftus, look with half an Eye 
 On my unheard of Woes, and judge thy felf, 
 If it be fit that fuch a Wretch fhou'd live ! 
 I do conjure thee, give my Horrours way : 
 Talk not of Life, for that will make me rave ; 
 As well thou may'ft advife a tortur'd Wretch, 
 All mangled o'er, from Head to Foot, with Wound?, 
 And his Bones broke, to wait a better Day. 
 I'll have no more to do with Gods, nor Men. Lee OEdip. 
 
 If I had longer been alone, moft furely, 
 With the Diffraction, that furrounds my Heart, 
 My Hand wou'd have rebell'd againft his Mafter, 
 And done a Murder here. » Lee Theod. 
 
 MUSE. 
 
 Defcend, celeftial Mufe! Thy Son infpire 
 Of thee to ling: Infufe thy Holy Fire. 
 Belov'd of Gods and Men, thy felf difclofe; 
 Say, from what Source the heav'nly Pow'r arofe, 
 Which, from unnumber'd Years deliv'ring down 
 The Deeds of Heroes, deathlefs in Renown, 
 Extends their Life and Fame to Ages yet unknown 
 
 Time and the Mufe fet forth with equal Pace, 
 At once the Rivals darted to the Race: 
 And both at once the deftin'd Courfe fhall end, 
 Or both to all Eternity contend. 
 One to preferve what t'other cannot fave, 
 And refcue rifing Virtue from the Grave. Cong. 
 
 Th' Almighty fpake the Word, and made th' immortal 
 Ne'er did his Pow'r produce fo fair a Child, (Mufe. 
 
 On whofe Creation infant Nature fmil'd : 
 Perfect at firft, a finifh'd Form fhe wears, 
 And Youth perpetual in her Face appears: 
 Th' aflembled Gods, who long expecting ftay'd, 
 With new Delight gaz,eon the lovely Maid: 
 
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 Nor did the Sire himfelf his Joy difguife, 
 But ftedfaft view'd and fix'd, and fed his Eyes, 
 Intent a Space ; at length he filence b oke, 
 And thus the God the heav'nly Fair befpoke : 
 
 To thee, immortal Maid, from rhis blefs'd Hour, 
 O'er Time, and Fame, I give unbounded Pow'r: 
 Thou from Oblivion (halt the Hero fave, 
 Shalt raife, revive, immortalize the Brave : 
 On his Heroick Deeds thy Verfe (hall rife ; 
 Thou (halt diffufe the Fires, that he fupplies : 
 Thro' him thy Songs (hall more fublime afpire ; 
 And he, thro' them, (hall deathlefs Fame acquire : 
 Nor Time, nor Fate his Glory (hall oppofe, 
 Or blaft the Mon'uments the Mufe beftows. Corg. 
 
 From dark Oblivion, and the lilent Grave 
 Th' indulgent Mufe does the brave Hero fave: 
 
 'Tis (he forbids his Name to die, 
 And brings it to the Stars,and fticks it in the Sky. Brown Hor. 
 
 Th* indulgent Mufe, the only Cure, 
 
 For all the Ills afflicted Minds endure ; 
 
 That fweetens Sorrow, and makes Sadnefs pleafe, 
 
 And heals the Heart by telling its Difeafe. Duke. 
 
 The Mufes guard the great Atrides' Spoils j 
 'Tis'they that (till renew UlyvTes' Toils: 
 To them by fmiling Jove *c was given, to fave 
 Diftingiiifti'd Patriots from the common Grave, 
 When Statues moulder, and when Arches fall : 
 The Hero's Virtue does the String infpire, 
 When with big Joy they ftrike the living Lyre. Prior, 
 Daughter of Memory, immortal Mufe, 
 Calliope, what Poet wilt thou chufe? 
 
 To whom wilt thou thy Fire impart, 
 Thy Lyie, thy Voice, and tuneful Art : 
 Whom raife fublime on thy ethevial Wing, 
 And confecrate with Dews of thy Caftalian Spring ? 
 Without thy Aid, the mod afpiring Mind 
 Muft flag beneath, to narrow Flights confm'd, 
 Striving to rife in vain : 
 Nor e'er can hope with equal Lays 
 To celebrate bright Virtues Praife, 
 Thy Aid obrain'd, ev'n T, the humbled Swain, 
 May climb Pierian Heights, and quit the lowly Plain, 
 The Lyre is (truck, the Sound I hear ! 
 O Mufe, propitious to my Pray'r ! 
 O well known Sounds ! O Melody, the fame, 
 That kindled Mantuan Fire, and rais'd Mseonian Flame! 
 
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 What Veife fuch Worth can raife ? 
 Luftre and Life, the Poet's Art 
 To middle Virtue may impart: 
 But Deeds fublime, exalted high like thefe, 
 Tranfcend his utrrioft Flight, and mock his diftant Praifc. 
 Still would the willing Mufe afpire, 
 
 With Tranfport ft ill her Strains prolong; 
 But Fear unftrings the trembling Lyre, 
 And Admiration flops her Song. Cong. 
 O, whither wou'd th' advent'rous Goddefs go r* 
 Sees fhe not Clouds, and Earth, and Main below ? 
 Minds fhe the Dangers of rhe Lycian Coaft, 
 And Fields, where mad Bellerophon was loft? 
 Or is her tow'ring Flight reclaim'd 
 By Seas, from Icarus' Downfall nam'd ? 
 Vain is the Call, and ufelefs the Advice: 
 To wife Perfuafion deaf, and human Cries, 
 
 Yet upward fhe inceflant flies, 
 Reiblv'd to reach the high Empyrean Sphere, 
 'Till, loft in tracklefs Fields of Alining Day, 
 
 Unable to difcern the Way, 
 Untouch'd, unknown to any Mufe before, 
 She, from the noble Precipices thrown, 
 Comes rufhing with uncommon Ruin down : 
 Glorious Attempt ! Unhappy Fate !: 
 The Song too daring, and the Theme too great ! Prior* 
 
 Illuftrious Ads high Raptures do irrfufe, 
 And ev'ry Conqueror creates a Mufe. Wall. 
 
 The rudeft Minds with Harmony were caught, 
 And civil Life was by the Mufes taught. Wall. 
 
 Th' officious Mufes came along, 
 A gay harmonious Choir, like Angels, ever young : 
 
 They fungand flew, 
 Like Birds of Paradife, that liv'd on Morning Dew. Dryd* 
 In a deep Vifions intellectual Scene, 
 
 Beneath a Bbw'r for Sorrow made, 
 
 Th' uncomfortable Shade 
 Of the black Yew's unlucky Green, 
 Mixt with the mourning Willow's careful Grey, 
 
 The melancholy Cowley lay. 
 And lo ! A Mufe appeav'd to his clos'd Sight, 
 The Mufes oft in Lands of Villon play, 
 Body'd, array'd, and feen by an internal Light; 
 A golden Harp with Silver Strings (he bore, 
 A wond'rous Hieroglyphick Robe fhe wore, 
 In which all Colours and all Figures were, 
 That Nature, or that Fanfy can create. 
 
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 Lrown was on ner tieaa, ana wings were on ner re 
 By no one Meafure bound,my Mufe's Numbers range, 
 id, unrefolv'd in Choice, delights in Change : 
 ;r Songs to no diftinguiih'd Fame afpire ; 
 
 That art can never imitate, 
 And with loofe Pride it wanton'd in the Air : 
 In fuch a Drefs, infuch a well-cloath'd Dream, 
 She us'd, of old, near fair Ifmenus Stream, 
 Pindar, her Theban Favourite, to meet : (Cowl. 
 
 A Crown was on her Head, and Wings were on her Feet. 
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 Am 
 
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 For now fhe tries the Reed, anon attempts the Lyre: 
 
 In high Parnaflus (he no Birthright claims, 
 
 Nor drinks deep Draughts of Heliconian Streams : 
 
 Yet near the facred Mount (he loves to rove, 
 
 Vifits the Springs, and hovers round the Grove : 
 
 She knows what Dangers wait too bold a Flight, 
 
 And fears to fall from an Icarian Height : 
 
 Yet (he admires the Wing that fafely foars, 
 
 At Diftance follows, and its Track adores : 
 
 She knows what Room, what Force the Swan requires, 
 
 Whofe tow'ring Head above the Clouds afpires. Cong. 
 Begin, my Mufe ; from Jove derive thy Song : 
 
 Thy Song, of right, does firft to Jove belong : 
 
 For thou thy felt art of celeftial Seed ; 
 
 Nor dare a Sire inferior boaft thy Breed. Cong. 
 Now, facred Sifters, open all your Spring. Dryd. Virg. 
 Each in his Turn your tuneful Numbers bring; 
 
 In Turns the tuneful Mufes love to fing. Dryd. Virg. 
 Sicilian Mufe, begin a loftier Strain : 
 
 The lowly Shrubs, and Trees that (hade the Plain, 
 
 Delight not all : Sicilian Mufe, prepare 
 
 To make the vocal Woods deferve a Conful's Care.Dr.Virg. 
 Begin, Caliope; but not to ling; 
 
 Plain, honeft Truth we for our Subject bring : 
 
 Help then, ye young Pierian Maids, to tell 
 
 A downright Narrative of what befel : 
 
 Afford me willingly your facred Aids, (Duke. Juv. 
 
 Me,that have call'd you young,me,that have ftyl'd youMaids. 
 Thou, to whofe Eyes I bend, at whofe Command, 
 
 Tho' low my Voice, tho' artlefs be my Hand, 
 
 I take the fprightly Reed; and fing, and play, 
 Carelefs of what thecens'ring World may fay, 
 Bright Cloe, Objed of my conftant Vow, 
 Wilt thou a while unbend thy ferious Brow ? 
 Wilt thou with Pleafure hear thy Lover's Strains, 
 And with one heav'nly Smile o'erpay his Pains ? 
 And, while my Notes to future Times proclaim 
 Unconquer'd Love, and ever-during Flame, 
 
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 O faireft of thy Sex, be thou my Mufe, 
 
 Deign on my Work thy Influence to diffufe j 
 
 Let me partake the Bleflings I rehearfe, 
 
 And grant me Love, the jull Reward of Verfe. Prior. 
 
 MUSICIAN. 
 
 Verfe makes Heroick Virtue live ; 
 
 But you can Life to Verfes give : 
 
 As, when in open Air we blow, 
 
 The Breath, tho' ftrain'd, founds flat and low: 
 
 But if a Trumpet take the Blaft, 
 
 It lifts it high, and makes it laft : 
 
 So in your Airs our Numbers dreft 
 
 Make a fhrill Sally from the Bread 
 
 Of Nymphs, who, iinging what we penn'd j 
 
 Our Paflions to themfelves commend ; 
 
 While Love, victorious with thy Art, 
 
 Governs at once their Voice and Heart : 
 
 You, by the Help of Tune and Time, 
 
 Can make that Song, which was but Rhyme. 
 
 As a Church- Window, thick with Paint, 
 
 Lets in a Light but dim and faint j 
 
 So others, with Divifion hide 
 
 The Light of Senfe, the Poet's Pride : 
 
 But you alone may truly boaft, 
 
 That not a Syllable is Ion: : 
 
 The Writer's, and the Setter's Skill, (Lawes. 
 
 At once the ravifh'd Ears do fill. Wall, to Mr. Hen. 
 
 MUSIC K, 
 
 Begin the Song, your Infrruments advance, 
 Tune the Voice, and tune the Flute, 
 Touch the filent fleeping Lute, 
 And make the Strings to their own Meafures dance. 
 Bring genrleft Thoughts that into Language glide, 
 Bring fofteft Words that into Numbers fltdcj 
 Let ev'ry Hand and ev'ry Tongue 
 To make the noble Confort throng : 
 Let all in one harmonious Note agree 
 To frame the mighty Song, 
 For this is Muticks facred Jubile. 
 Mulick's the Cordial of a troubled Bread, 
 The foftelr. Remedy that Grief can find ; 
 The greateft Spell, that charms our Cares to reft, 
 And calms the ruffled PalTions of the Mind. 
 
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 Mufick does all our Joys refine, 
 
 Ir gives the Relifh to our Wine, 
 
 'Tis that gives Rapture to our Love, 
 
 And wings Devotion to a Pitch divine : 
 
 'Tis our chief Blifs on Earth, and half our Heav'n above. 
 
 Hark how the waken'd Strings rcfound, 
 
 And break the yielding Air j 
 The ravifli'd Senfe how pleafingly they wound, 
 And call the lift'ning Soul into the Ear : 
 Each Pulfe beats Time, and ev'ry Heart 
 With Tongue and Fingers bears a Part. 
 By Harmony's entrancing Pow'r 
 When we are thus wound up to Extafy, 
 
 Methinks we mount, methinks wetow'r, 
 And feem to antedate our future Blifs on high. Oldh. 
 
 Mufick alone, with fuddain Charms, can bind 
 The wand'ring Senfe, and calm the troubled Mind ; 
 Harmony, Peace, and fweet Deiire 
 In ev'i y Breaft infpire, 
 Revive the melancholy drooping Heart, 
 And foft Repofeto refUefs Thoughts impart; 
 Appeafe the wrathful Mind, 
 To dire Revenge, and Death inclin'd : 
 With1?almy Sounds his boiling Blood affwage, 
 And melt to mild Remorfe his burning Rage. 
 'Tis done ! And now tumultuous Paflions ceafe, 
 
 And all is hufh'd, and all is Peace. 
 The weary World with welcome Eafe is bleft, 
 
 By Mufick luli'd to pleating Reft. Cong. 
 Mufick S the Balm of Love, it charms Defpair, 
 Sufpends theSmart.and foftens ev'ry Care.Lanfd.Brit.Ench. 
 ' Mufick, thegreateft Good, that Mortals know, 
 And all the Heav'n we have below : 
 Mufick can noble Hints impart, 
 Engender Fury, kindle Love; 
 With unfufpe&ed Eloquence can move, 
 And manage all the Man with fecvet Art. 
 
 When Orpheus ftrikes the trembling Lye, 
 The Streams (land itill, the Stones admire, 
 The iift'ning Savages advance ; 
 The Wolf and Lamb around him trip, 
 The Bears in awkward Meafures leap, 
 And Tigers mingle in the Dance. 
 Tne moving Woods attended as he play'd, 
 And Rhodope was left witnout a Shade. 
 Mufick religious Heats infpires, 
 It wakes the Soul, and lifts it high, 
 
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 And Wings it with fublime Dcftres, 
 And fits it to befpeak the Deity. 
 Th' Almighty liftens to a tuneful Tongue, 
 And feems well pleas'd, and courted with a Song. 
 Soft moving Sounds, and heav'nly Airs 
 Give Force to ev'ry Word, and recommend our Pray'rs 
 When Time it felf ihall be no more, 
 And all Things in Confufion hurl'd, 
 Mufick (hall then exert its Pow'r, 
 And Sound furvive the Ruins of the World : 
 Then Saints and Angels Ihall agree 
 In one eternal Jubile : 
 All Heav'n (hall echo with their Hymns divine, 
 And God himfelf with Pleafure fee, 
 The whole Creation in a Chorus join. 
 
 Let no rough Winds approach, nor dare 
 
 Invade the hallowM Bounds, 
 Nor rudely (hake the tuneful Air, 
 
 Nor fpoil the fleeting Sounds : 
 Nor mournful Sigh, nor Groan be heard, 
 
 But Gladnefs dwell on ev'ry Tongue, 
 Whilft all, with Voice and Strings prepar'd, 
 Keep up the loud harmonious Song, 
 And imitate the Blefs'd above, 
 In Joy, in Harmony, and Love. Add. 
 Mufick's the Language of the Blefs'd above : 
 No Voice but Mufick's can exprefe 
 The Joys that happy Souls poilefs ; 
 Nor in juft Raptures tell the wond'rous Pow'r of Love : 
 'Tis Nature's Dialed, defign'd 
 To charm, and to inftrucl:, the Mind : 
 Mufick's an univerfal Good ! 
 That does difpence its Joys around 
 In all the Elegance of Sound, 
 To be by Men admir'd, by Angels underftood. 
 Let ev'ry reftlefs PalTion ceafe to move, 
 
 And each tumultuous Thought obey 
 The happy Influence of this Day ; 
 For Mufick's Unity and Love. 
 Mufick's the foft Indulger of the Mind ; 
 
 The kind Diverter of our Care, 
 The fureft Refuge mournful Grief can find ; 
 A Cordial to the Breaft, and Charm to ev'ry Ear. 
 Thus, when the Prophet (truck his tuneful Lyre, 
 Saul's evil Genius did retire: 
 In vain were Remedies apply'd ; 
 In vain all other Arts were try'd ; 
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 His Hand and Voice alone the Charm cou'd find,' 
 To heal his Body, and compofe his Mind. Yald. 
 By Mufick, Minds an equal Temper know, 
 
 Nor fwell too high, nor fink too low: 
 If in the Breaft tumultuous joys arife, 
 Mufick her foft affuafive Voice applies : 
 Or, when the Soul is prefs]d with Cares, 
 
 Exalts her in enliv'ning Airs : 
 Warriours (he fires with animated Sounds ; 
 Pours Balm into the bleeding Lover's Wounds : 
 At Mufick, Melancholy lifts her Head; 
 
 Dull Morpheus rou-z.es from his Bed : 
 
 Sloth from its Lethargy awakes ; 
 
 And lift'ning Envy drops her Snakes : 
 Inteftine Wars no more our PafTions wage : 
 Ev'n giddy Factions hear away their Rage : 
 But, when our Countrey's Caufe provokes to Arms, 
 How martial Mufick ev'ry Bofom warms ! 
 So when the firft bold VefTel dar'd the Seas, 
 High on his Stern the Thracian rais'd his Strain ; 
 
 While Argo faw her kindred Trees 
 
 Defcend from Pelion to the Main : 
 
 Tranfported Demi-Gods ftood round, 
 
 And Men grew Heroes at the Sound : 
 Inflam'a with Glory's Charms, 
 Each Chief his feven-fold Shield difplay'd, 
 
 And half unfheath'd the (hining Blade ; 
 
 And Seas, and Rocks, and Skies rebound, 
 To Arms, to Arms, to Arms ! Pope. 
 But hark ! He ftrikes the golden Lyre ; 
 And fee ! The tortur'd Ghofts refpire : 
 See fhady Forms advance ! 
 
 Thy Stone, O Syfiphus, (lands ftill; 
 
 Ixion refts upon his Wheel ; 
 And the pale Spe&res Dance ! 
 The Furies fink upon their Iron Beds, 
 And Snakes,uncurVd,hang lift'ning round their Heads. Pope 
 
 Mufick the greateft Griefs can charm 5 
 
 And Fate's fevereft Rage difarm : 
 
 Mufick can foften Pain to Eafe ; 
 
 And make Defpair and Madnefs pleafe .' 
 
 Our Joys below it can improve, 
 
 And antedate the Biifs above. 
 
 This the divine Cecilia found, 
 And to her Maker's Praife confln'd the Sound : 
 When the full Organ joins the tuneful Quire, 
 
 Th' immortal Pow'rs incline their Ear: 
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 Borne on the fwelling Notes our Souls afpirc, 
 While folemn Airs improve the facred Fire j 
 
 And Angels lean from Heav'n to hear. 
 Of Orpheus now no more let Poets tell; 
 To bright Cecilia greater Pow'r is given ; 
 
 His Numbers rais'daShade from Hell 5 
 Hers lift the Soul to Heav'n. Pope. 
 At laft divine Cecilia came, 
 Inventrefs of the vocal Frame : 
 The fweet Enthufiaft, from her fecret Store, 
 EnlargM the former narrow Bounds, 
 And added Length to folemn Sounds, 
 t With Nature's Mother- Wit, and Arts unknown before. 
 Let old Timotheus yield the Prize, 
 
 Or both divide the Crown ; 
 He rais'd a Mortal to the Skies, 
 She drew an Angel down. Dryd. 
 • Sounds, that charm our Ears, 
 
 Are but one Drefling this rich Science wears : 
 Tho' no Man hear *t, tho' no Man it rehearfc, 
 Yet there will ftill be Mufick in my Verfe. 
 In this great World fo much of it we fee, 
 The lefler, Man, is all o'er Harmony : 
 Store-houfe of all Proportions ! fingle Quire .' 
 Which firft God's Breath did tunefully infpire : 
 From hence blefs'd Mufick's heav'nly Charms arife, 
 From Sympathy, which them and Man allies. 
 Thus they our Souls, thus they our Bodies win, 
 Not by their Force, but Party that's within. 
 Thus the ftrange Cure, on our fpilt Blood apply'd, 
 Sympathy to the diftant Wound does guide. Cowl. David. J 
 
 They fay, that Mufick has refiftlefs Charms, 
 To quell the Tumults of an anxious Breaft : 
 If Sounds can heal the pois'nous Infect's Bite, 
 Why not the Sting of Love ? For Love is fare 
 One kind of Poifon. Sound, found all 
 Our Instruments of War : With vocal Air 
 Sonorous Metal fill, whofe fprightly Breath 
 New Life imparts, and warms the Cowards Blood. 
 Higher, yet higher raife th* extatick Sound, 
 With all the Symphony of martial Notes. 
 It works ; it works ; the dancing Spirits rife • 
 Soft Love retires ; and Furies feize my Brealt : 
 Bring forth the warlike Steed, my fhining Arms 5 
 I will revenge my Quarrel on Mankind. 
 
 •^— — Ceafe, ceafe 
 
 Thofe harlh and ill-concording Sounds, which arm 
 
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 With Steel the Heart, and make us deaf to Nature: 
 Sink, fink to gentle and melodious Strains, 
 Soft as the Pafllons of my melting Soul, 
 
 And warm as new Defire. -• Hig. Gen.Conq. 
 
 What fweet celeftial Mufick charms our Earsj 
 Now, foft as Breezes of the breathing Spring, 
 Tremble the vocal Airs and warbling String : 
 Now thro' the Dome the bolder Notes rebound, 
 S wellM with the lofty Trumpets fprightly Sound : 
 The various Organ pleas'd with both complies, 
 Sinks as they fink, and rifes as they rife. Trapp. 
 Sweet Voices, mixM with instrumental Sounds, 
 Afcend the vaulted Roof ; the vaulted Roof rebounds. 
 
 (Dryd. Bocc. Cym. & Iphig, 
 All fuddenly I heard th' approaching Sound 
 Of vocal Mufick on th* enchanted Ground : 
 An Hoft of Saints it feem'd, fo full the Quire, 
 As if the Blefs'd above did all confpire, 
 To join their Voices, and neglect the Lyre. Dryd. Chauc. 
 
 CThe Flower and the Leaf. 
 Before the merry Troop the Minftrels play'd : 
 Their Instruments were various in their Kind j 
 Some for the 3ow, and fome for breathing Wind : 
 The Pfaltry, Pipe, and Hautboy's noify Band, 
 And the foft Lute trembling beneath the touching Hand. 
 And now the Band of Flutes began to play, 
 To which a Lady fung a. Vire-lay : 
 And ftill at ev'ry Clo(e fhe wou'd repeat 
 The Burden of the Song, The Daijy is fo fweet: 
 The Daify is fo fweet, when flie begun, 
 The Troop of Knights and Dames corrtinu'd on: 
 The Confort and the Voice Co charnYd my Ear, 
 And footh'd my Soul, that it was Heav'n to near. Dryd, 
 Chauc. The Flower and the Leaf. 
 He ftrook his Harp, and ftrait a num'rous Throng 
 Of airy People fled to hear his Song : 
 The wond'rous Numbers foften'd all beneath, 
 Hell, and the inmoft flinty Seats of Death : 
 Snakes round the Furies Heads did upward rear, 
 And feem'd to liften to the pleafing Air : 
 While riry Styx in milder Streams did roul, 
 And Cerb'rus gap'd, but yet forbore to howl : 
 Ixion's Wheel ltood ftill ; all Tortures ceas'd, 
 And Hell, amaz.'d, knew an unufual Relt. Creech. Virg. 
 
 (Spoken of Orpheus. 
 
 While he fung this fad Event of Love, 
 
 He tam*d fierce Tigers, and made Oaks to move : 
 
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 With fuch foft Tunes, and fuch a doleful Song, 
 
 Sweet Nightingales bewail their ravilh'd Young j 
 
 Which fome hard-hearted Swain has borne away, 
 
 While callow Birds, or kill'd the eafy Prey : 
 
 Reftlefs they fit, renew their mournful Strains, (Virg. 
 
 And with fad Paffion fill the neighboring Plains. Creech. 
 
 Nothing is deaf: Woods liften while they ling, 
 And echoing Groves refound,and Mountains ring. Staff. Vir. 
 
 Playing on the Harp. 
 And firft he wound 
 
 The murm'ring Strings, and order'd ev'ry Sound: 
 
 Then earned to his Inftrument he bends, 
 
 And both his Hands upon the Strings extends : 
 
 The Strings obey his Touch, and various move, 
 
 The lower anfw'ring ftill to thofe above. 
 
 His reftlefs Fingers traverfe to and fro, 
 
 And in Purfuit of Harmony they go ; 
 
 Now, lightly skimming o'er the Strings they pafs, 
 
 Like Winds, that gently brufh the plying Grafs ; 
 
 And melting Airs arife at their Command : 
 
 And now, laborious, with a weighty Hand, 
 
 He links into the Chords with folemn Pace, 
 
 And gives the fwelling Tones a manly Grace : 
 
 Then, intricate he blends agreeing Sounds, 
 
 While Mufick thro' the trembling Harp abounds. Phil. 
 
 This Harp, of old, to Hefiod did belong : 
 To this, the Mufcs Gift, join thy harmonious Song : 
 Charm'd by thefe Strings, Trees, ftarting from the Ground, 
 Havefollow'd with Delight the pow'rful Sound. Rofc. Virg. 
 
 Playing on the Lute. 
 
 What Charms you have, from what high Race you 
 Have been the pleafing Subjetls of my Song: (fprung, 
 
 But when you pleafe to {hew the lab'ring.Mufe, 
 What greater Theme your Mufick can produce j 
 My babbling Praifes I repeat no more ; 
 But hear, rejoice, (land hlent, and adore. 
 The Perfians thus, firft gazing on the Sun, 
 Admir'd how high 'twas plac'd, how bright it flione; 
 But, as his Pow'r was known, their Thoughts were rais'd ; 
 And foon they worfhipp'd what at firft they prais'd. 
 Eliza's Glory lives in Spencer's Song j 
 And Cowley's Verfe keeps fair Orinda young : 
 That, as in Faith, in Beauty you excel, 
 The Mufe might di&ate, and the Poet tell : 
 
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 Your Ait no other Art can fpeak ; and yon, 
 To (hew how well you play, muft play a-new : 
 Your Mufick's Pow'r your Mufick muft difclofe ; 
 For, what Light is, 'tis only Light that {hews. 
 Strange Force of Harmony, that thus controuls 
 Our Thoughts j and turns and fan&ifies our Souls ! 
 When to your native Heav'n you fhall repair, 
 And with your Prefence crown the Bleflings there; 
 Your Lute may wind its Strings but little high'r, 
 To tune their Notes to that immortal Choire : 
 Your Art is perfect here: Your Numbers do, 
 More than our Books, make the rude Arheift know, 
 That there's a Heav'n, by what he hears below. Prior, to 
 
 (the Countefs of Exeter. 
 
 Playing on the Pipe. 
 
 He draws in Breath, his rifing Breaft to fill : 
 From Note to Note in Hafte his Fingers fly ; 
 Still more and more his Numbers multiply ; 
 And now they trill, and now the,y fall and rife, 
 And fwift and flow they change with fweet Surpriz.e.Phil. 
 
 — The lovely Swain 
 
 Charm'd with his tuneful Pipe the wond'ring Plain j 
 
 ■ ■ He play'd fuch fprightly Airs, 
 
 As woo'd our Souls into our ravifh'd Ears : 
 For which the lift'ning Streams forgot to run, 
 And Trees lean'd their attentive Branches down j 
 While the glad Hills, loth the fweet Sounds to lofe, 
 Lengthen'd in Echos ev'ry heav'nly Clofe. Old. Mofch. 
 
 Thy Notes remain yet frefh in ev'ry Ear, 
 And give us all Delight, and all Defpair : 
 Pan only e'er can equal thee in Song j 
 That Task does only to great Pan belong. Oldh. Mofc. 
 
 And while they play'd the lift'ning Heifers flood, 
 Greedy to hear, forgetful of their Food : 
 Th^y charm'd the Rage of hungry Wolves ; and led 
 The wand'ring Rivers from their wonted Bed. Chetw.Virg. 
 
 To Celia's Spinet. 
 
 Thou foft Machine, that do'ft her Hand obey, 
 Tell her my Griefs in thy harmonious Lay. 
 To fhun my Moan to thee fhe'll fly j 
 To her Touch be fure reply, 
 And, if fhe removes it, die. 
 Know thy Blifs ; with Rapture (hake ; 
 Tremble o'er all thy num'rous Make. 
 
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 Speak in melting Sounds my Tears ; 
 Speak my Joys, my Hopes, my Fears: 
 Thus force her, when from me ihe d rly, 
 By her own Hand,* like me, to die. Steele.Lymg Lover. 
 Mufick of the Spheres. 
 How fweet the Moonlight fleeps upon this Bank ! 
 
 Here will we fit, and let the Sounds of Mufick 
 
 Creep in our Ears : Soft Stillnefs of the Night 
 
 Become the Touches of fweet Harmony: 
 
 Sir, Jeflica : Look how the Floor of Heav'n 
 
 Is thick inlay'd with Patterns of bright Go Id ! 
 
 There's not the fmalleft Orb, which thou behold it, 
 
 But in its Motion, like an Angel, fings, 
 
 Still choiring to the young-eyM Cherubims : 
 
 Such Harmony is in immortal Souls ! 
 
 But, while this muddy Vefture of Decay, 
 
 Thus grofly clofes us, we can not hear it. Shak.Mer, of Veri 
 
 MYStERIO. 
 
 Then old Myfterio (hook his filver Hairs; 
 Loaded with Learning, Prophecy, and Years : 
 Whom factious Zeal to fierce unchriftian State, 
 Has hurry 'd in the la ft Exrreams of Life : 
 Strange Dotage, thus to facritice his Eafe, 
 When Nature whifpers Men to crown their Days 
 With fweet Retirement and religious Peace. 
 Foreknowledge ftruggled in his heaving Breaft, 
 Ere he in thefe dark Terms his Fears exprefs'd. ■ 
 
 N. 
 N A D A B. 
 
 The canting Nadab let Oblivion damn, (and Achir. 
 
 Who made new Porridge for the Pafchal Lamb. Dryd. Abf, 
 
 NA M E. 
 
 So bold as yet no Verfc of mine has been, 
 
 To wear that Gem on any Line, 
 Nor, till the Happy Nuptial Mufe be feen, 
 
 Shall any Stanza with it fhine. 
 Reft, mighty Name, till then : For thou muft be 
 Laid down by her, ere taken up by me. 
 
 Then 
 
N A S99 
 
 Then all the Fields and Woods fhall with it ring ; 
 
 Then Echo's Burden it fhall be, 
 Then all the Birds in fev'ral Notes fhall ling, 
 
 And all the Rivers murmur thee : 
 Then c\\ y Wind the Sound fhall upward bear, 
 And for'tly whifper'ttofome Angel's Ear. 
 Then {hall thy Name thro' all my Verfe befpread, 
 
 Thick as the Flow'rs in Meadows lie, 
 And, when in future Times they fhall be read, 
 
 As fare, I think, they will not die, 
 If any Critick doubt that they be mine, 
 Men by that Stamp fhallquickly know the Coin. Cowl. 
 When the lov'd Name of Thefeus reach'd her Ear, 
 At that dear Name (he rear'd her drooping Head, 
 He: feeble Hands, andwat'ry Eyes to Heav'n. 
 To blefs the bounwous Gods : at that dear Name, 
 The raging Tempeft of her Grief was calm'd ; (& Hip. 
 Her Sighs were hufh'd, and Tears forgot to flow. Smit. Ph. 
 
 His very Name (J. Shore. 
 
 Renews the Springs of Life, and chears my Soul, Rowe* 
 
 NAPLES. 
 
 Parthenope, for idle Hours defign'd, 
 To Luxury and Eafe unbends the Mind. Add. HorJ 
 
 Here wanton Naples crowns the happy Shore, 
 Not vainly rich, nor defpicably poor; 
 The Town in foft Solemnities delights, 
 And gentle Poets to her Arms invites : 
 The People, free from Cares, ferene and gay, 
 Pafs all their mild untroubled Hours awuy : 
 Parthenope the rifing City nam'il, 
 A Siren, for her Songs and Beauty fam'd ; 
 That oft haddrown'd among the neighb'ring Seas, (Sil.If. 
 The lift'ning Wretch, and made Destruction pleafe. Add. 
 
 The mild Parthenope's delightful Shore, 
 Where, hufh'd in Calms, the oord'ring Ocean laves 
 Her filent Coaft, and rouls in languid Waves : 
 Refrefhing Winds the Summer's Heat alTwage, 
 And kindly Warmth difarms the Winters Rage : 
 Remov'd from Noife, and the tumultuous War, y 
 
 Soft Sleep and downy Eafe inhabit there, 5- 
 
 And Dreams, unbroken with intruding Care, Add. Stat. \ 
 
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 NARCISSUS. 
 
 Narciflus on the graffy Verdure lies ; 
 And, whilft within the cryftal Fount he tries 
 To quench his Heat, he feels new Heats arife. 
 For, as his own bright Image he furvey'd, 
 He fell in Love with the fanraftick Shade j 
 And o'er the fair Refemblance hung unmov'd, 
 Nor knew, fond Youth, it was himfdf he lov'd : 
 He loves the purple Youthfulnefs of Face, 
 That gently blufhes in the wat'ry Glafs : 
 By his own Flames confum'd the Lover lies. 
 And gives himfelf the Wound by which he dies: 
 To the cold Water oft he joins his Lips, 
 Oft, catching at the beauteous Shade, he dips 
 His Arms \ as often from himfelf he flips: 
 Nor knows he, who it is his Arms purfue 
 "With eager Clafps, but loves he knows not who. 
 Thy own warm Blufli within the Water glows, 
 With thee the colour'd Shadow comes and goes : 
 It's empty Being on thy felf relies, 
 Step thou afide, and the fair Charmer dies. Add. Ovid. 
 
 NATURE. 
 
 Nature to all Things fix'd the Limits fit; 
 And wifely curb'd proud Man's pretending Wit. Pope. 
 
 Unerring Nature, Hill divinely bright, 
 One clear, unchang'd, and univerfal Light, 
 Life, Force, and Beauty, mult to all impart; 
 At once the Source, and End, and Teft, of Art. 
 That Art is beft which moft refembles her ; 
 "Which ftill prehdes, yet never does appear : 
 In fome fair Body thus the fprightly Soul, 
 With Spirits feeds, with Vigour fills, the Whole j 
 Each Motion guides, and ev'ry Nerve fuftains ; 
 It felfunfeen, but in th' Ertedts, remains. Pope. 
 
 Thofe Rules, ofolddifcover'd, not devis'd, 
 Are Nature ftill ; but Nature methodiz'd : 
 Nature, like Monarchy, is but reftrain'd 
 By the fame Laws, which firft her felf ordain'd. Pope. 
 
 In driving Nature out our Force is vain j 
 Still the recoiling Goddefs comes again ; 
 And creeps in filent Triumph to deride 
 The weak Attempts of Luxury and Pride. Staff. Hor. 
 
 } 
 
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 Things 
 
N I 601 
 
 Things chiefly here in the fame Order go ; 
 As Rivers in their known frequented Channels flow : 
 Common EfFe&s from common Caufes fpring j 
 And Nature runs her cuftomary Ring: 
 The ftrongfubdue the weak by ufuaf Fate ; 
 The, wife and fubrle triumph in Debate : 
 Experienc'd Troops th' unaifciplin'd defeat, 
 And in the Race the Prize the fwifteft get. Blac. Eliza. 
 
 NEPTUNE. 
 
 Then Neptune, the dread Rnler of the Floods, 
 Defcended from the Mount : beneath the God 
 The Mountain fhook, and the proud Foreft bow'd, 
 In token of Submiflion, all his Groves. 
 He to his flaming Chariot join'd his Steeds, 
 Harnefs'd in Gold ; their flowing Manes around 
 Shone like the golden Beams, which Phoebus' Lamp 
 
 Sheds thro' the Skies confpicuous. » 
 
 High in his Can the Deity appear'd, 
 
 Triumphant o'er the Waves : the Monfter Whales 
 
 On ev'ry Side roul'd their enormous Bodies, 
 
 And, claying all around, confefs'd the God. 
 
 His foaming Steeds flew o'er the liquid Plain, 
 
 And skim'd along the Surface of the Deep, 
 
 Withfuch a fwift Career, that ev'n the Waves, 
 
 As tho' untouch'd, fmoorh and unruffled lay. Broom. Horn. 
 
 Then Neptune vanifh'dfwiftly from their Sight. 
 As the fwift Hawk, that from a rocky Height 
 Sees from afar his Prey, expands his Plumes, 
 Darts from on high, and skims along the Air: Broom.Hom, 
 Earth -{halting Neptune next eflay'd, 
 In Bounty to the World, 
 To emulate the blue-ey'd Maid $ 
 
 And his huge Trident hurld' 
 Againft the founding Beach the Stroke 
 Transfix'd the Globe, and open broke 
 The central Earth ; whence, fwift as Light, 
 Forth rufh'd the firft-born Horfe : ftupencious Sight: 
 Neptune for human Go ;d the Be-, ft ordains, (Cong; . 
 
 Whom foon he tam'd to Ufe, and uaght to hear the Reins,. 
 
 NIGH 1 , 
 
 Now was the Time when weary:'' rtals fteepf 
 Their careful Temples in the Dew of Sleep; 
 Ld 5 
 
6oa N I 
 
 On Seas, on Earth, and all that in them dwell, 
 
 A Death-like Quiet, and deep Silence fell. Wall. Vir£. 
 
 Th' unlucky Time of Night, 
 
 When nought but loathfome Vermin are abroad, 
 
 Gr Witches, gath'ring pois'nous Herbs for Spells, (Mar. 
 
 By the pale Light of the cold waning Moon. Otw.C 
 
 Now gloomy Night involves the Hemifphere, 
 And fpreads dark Horrours o'er the dewy Air. 
 Now the wild Tenants of the Defart Woods 
 Begin to move, and <juit their warm Abodes : 
 For Prey the yawning-Bears forfake their Holds, 
 And prowling Wolves explore th' unguarded Folds. 
 With raging Hunger pinch'd the Lions roar, 
 Expand their Jaws, and range the Foreft o'er : 
 Dreadfully fuppliant, for their Meat they pray 
 ToHeav'n, and favage Adoration pay. Trapp. 
 
 Now fleeping Flocks on their foFt Fleeces lie, 
 The Moon, ferene in Glory, mounts the Sky. Pope. 
 
 'Tis now the Hour which all to Reft allow, 
 And Sleep fits heavy upon ev'ry Brow. Dryd. Ind. Emp. 
 
 The Dead of Night, (Guife. 
 
 When Darknefs broods upon our darken'd World. Dr. D.of 
 
 The Nights black Curtain o'er the World was fpreacfc 
 And all Mankind lay Emblems of the Dead : 
 Ji deep and awful Silence, void of Light, 
 With dusky Wings fat brooding o'er the Nieht : 
 The rouling Orbs mov'd flow from Raft to Weft, 
 With Harmony that lull'd the World to Reft : 
 The Moon withdrawn, the oozy Floods lay dead, 
 The very Influence of the Moon was fled : 
 Some twinkling Stars thro' flitting Clouds did peep, 
 And feem'd to wink, as if they wanted Sleep : 
 All Nature hufh'd, as when diiTolv'dand laid 
 In filent Chaos, ere the World was made. Farq. 
 
 Night, when the drowfy Swain and Trav'ller ceafe 
 Their daily Toil, and footh their Liunbs with Eafej 
 When all the weary Sons of Woe reftrain •> 
 
 Their yielding Cares with Slumber's filken Chain,. ~» 
 
 Solace fad Gnef, and lull reluctant Pain. Blac. «#- 
 
 'Tis now the very witching time of Night, 
 When Church-yards yawn, and Hell it lelf breathes out 
 Contagion to the World. Shak. Haml. 
 
 'Twas when the folemn Dead of Night came on j 
 When bright Califto, with her (hining Sun, 
 Now half their Circle round the Pole had run. Row.Luc 
 
 *Twas Night, the time when ev'n Deftruttion wears, 
 A pleating Look, and Dreams beguile our Cares. Ston. Ov. 
 
 — - And 
 
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 And lo ! the Night defcends, (J- Brut* 
 
 Wirh her black Wings to brood o'er all the World. Lee. J. 
 
 'Twas now thetime, when Phoebus yields to Night, 
 And rifing Cynthia fheds her filver Light ; 
 Wide o'er the World in folemn Pomp The drew 
 Her airy Chariot, hung with pearly Dew : 
 All Birds and Beafts lie hulh'd : Sleep fteals away 
 The wild Delires af Men, and T01I9 of Day, 
 And brings, defcending thro* the filent Air, 
 A fweet Forgetfulnefs of human Care : 
 Yet no red Clouds, with golden Borders gay, 
 Promife the Skies the bright Return of Day : 
 No faint Reflections of thediftant Light 
 Streak with long Gleams the featuring Shades of Night : 
 From the damp Earth impervious-Vapours rife, 
 Increafe the Darknefs, and involve the Skies. Pope. Scat. 
 
 ■ ■ The filent Queen of Night : 
 Goddefs of Shades, beneath whole gloomy Reign 
 Yon' fpangled Arch glows with the ftarry Train : 
 Who aoft the Cares of Heav'n and Earth allay, f 
 
 Till Nature,quicken'd by th" infpiring Ray, > 
 
 Wakes to new Vigour with the riiiug Day. Pope. Stat. S 
 
 Now awful Night begins her folemn Round, 
 With all the Majelty of Darkneft crown'd: 
 Now bufy Nature liesdiffus'd in Sleep, 
 Hulh'd is the Land, and luird the peaceful Deep: 
 No Air of Breath difturbs the drowsy Woods i 
 No Whifpers murmur from the filent Floods : 
 The filver Moonfheds down a trembling Light, 
 And glads the melancholy Face of Night : 
 The Stars in order twinkle in the Skies, 
 And fall in Silence, and in Silence rife. Broome. 
 
 Thegawdy, blabbing, and remorfeful Day 
 Is crept into the Bofom of the Sea : 
 And now loud-howling Wolves arouie the Jades, 
 That drag the tragick melancholy Night ; 
 And, with their drowz.y, flow, and flagging Wings, 
 Cleap dead Men's Graves, and, from their mifty Jaws, 
 Breathe foul contagious Darknefs in the Air. Sh.Hen.tf.pA, 
 
 And now the Night (Horn, 
 
 With her dark Veil o'erfpreads the gloomy Skies. Broome. 
 
 ■ Now humid Night (Vrrg. 
 
 Spangled the Heav'nsall o'er with twinkling Light. Laud. 
 
 ' At the Noon or Night, 
 
 The Moon was up, and (ho; a-gloomy Light. Dr. Chauc. 
 
 (Wife of Bath's Talc, 
 The 
 
604 
 
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 The Sun was fetj and Vefper, to fupply 
 His abfent Beams, had lighted up the Sky. Dryd. Chaucv 
 
 (The Flower and the Leaf. 
 'Twas depth of Night: Ar&ophylax had driv'n 
 His lazy Wain half round the Northern Heav'n. Dr. Ovid. 
 
 'Twas Night, when ev'ry Creature, void of Cares, 
 The common Gift of balmy Slumber fhares. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 ; The Night obfcures the Skies 
 
 With humid Shades ; and twinkling Stars arife. Dr. Virg* 
 
 Now was the World forfaken by the Sun, 
 And Phoebe half her nightly Race had run. Dryd. Virg* * 
 
 The hard-travell'd Sun 
 
 Now wantons in the Bofom of the Sea, 
 
 Whilft am'rous Clouds fteal nearer to the Earth, 
 
 And melt themfelves away upon the Flow'rs : 
 
 The Beafts in Companies to Coverts run, 
 
 And all the feather'd Kind, upon the Wing, CDifap. 
 
 Pair to the Groves, and dream the Night away. South. 
 
 Twas then, when all things look, as if old Night 
 Had Nature crufh'd, and feiz/d her antient Right j 
 .Winds, and wild Beafts, lie in their Dens at reft, 
 Nor thcfe the Woods, nor thofe the Seas, moleft : 
 The ileeping Vultures drop their Prey : the Dove 
 Ceafes her Cooing, and forgets to love : 
 The jocund Fairies dance their Bent Round, 
 And with dark Circles mark the trampled Ground : 
 Tartarean Forms skim o'er the Mountain's Heads 
 Or lightly fweep along the dewy Meads : 
 Ghofts leave their Tombs hid Murders to reveal, (P. Arth. 
 OrTreafures, which themfelves did once conceal. Blac. 
 
 And now the Night, with her ftill, dusky Train, 
 Advanc'd, o'erfhad'wing all th' aerial Plain. Blac. P. Arth. 
 
 This Dead of Night, this lilent Hour of Darknefs, 
 Nature for Reft ordain'd, and foft Repofe. Rowe. Fair Pen. 
 
 The drowzy Night grows on the World, and now 
 The bufy Craftfman and o'er-labour'd Hind 
 Forget the Travail of the Day in Sleep : 
 Care only wakes and mcping Penfivenefs : 
 With meagre difcontented Looks they tit, (J. Shore. 
 
 And watch the wafting of the Midnight Taper. Rowe. 
 
 'Twas late : the whole Creation filent lay, 
 And Slumbers drown'd the Labours of the Day: 
 No Noife was heard : all Nature feem'd to nod j 
 And own the Empire of the fleepy God: 
 
 Ev'n Envy flumber'd. 
 
 Revolving Cynthia with her doubtful Light, 
 Had now o'cr-pafs'd the Noon of wearing Night. Bl. P. Ar. 
 
 And 
 
N I 6of 
 
 And fee! the Stars begin to fteal away ; 
 And fhine rriore faintly at approaching Day. Pope. Stat. 
 
 The Day is fled, and difmal Night defcends, 
 Carting her fable Arms around the World, 
 And folding all within her deadly Grafp ; 
 Ghofts are abroad ; the Monuments are empty'd j 
 And Heros, that have flept till now, have left f Pyrrh. 
 
 Their quiet Tombs, and once more walk the Eai th. Hopk. 
 
 Now human Kind in Sleep their Cares forfakej 
 Ev'n Guilt it felt fome little Red does take ; 
 And none but the revengeful are awake. D'Aven. Circe. 
 
 The Night her fable banners did difplay : 
 And, from the Air to chafe her Light away, (K. Arth, 
 
 Drew out her munVring Shades in black Array. Blacm. 
 
 Now Night in fable Clouds has Nature drefs'd, 
 And weary Lab'rers feek refrefhing Reft. Blac. Job. 
 
 N I G H T I N G A L. 
 
 On Philomel I tix'd my whole Defire, 
 And liften'd for the Queen of all the Quire ; 
 Fain would I hear her heavenly Voice to ling ; (& the Leaf. 
 And wanted yet an Omen to the Spring. Dr. Ch. Tbe Flow. 
 
 Doleful and fweet as waking Nightingales, 
 When they repeat in Groves their tragick Tales. Lee. Glor." 
 
 So Philomel her fad Embroid'ry ftrung, 
 And vocal Silks tun'd with her Needless Tongue : 
 The Pictures dumb, in Colours loud, reveal'd 
 The Tragedies at Court fo long conceal'd: 
 But, when reftor'd to Voice, inclos'd with Wings, (Denh, 
 What once the Painter fung, to Woods and Groves fhefings> 
 
 So when the Spring renews the flow'ry Field, 
 And warns the pregnant Nightingale to build ; 
 She feeks the fafeft Shelter of the Wood ; 
 Where (he may truft her little tuneful Brood : 
 Where no rude Swains her fhady Cell may know j 
 No Serpents climb, nor blading Winds may blow $ 
 Fond of thechofen Place, (he views it o'er, 
 Sits there ; and wanders thro' the Grove no more : 
 Warbling (he charms it each returning Night, 
 And loves it with a Mother's dear Delight. Rowe. J. Shore* 
 
 . The melancholy Philomel, 
 
 Thus perch'd all Night alone in (hady Groves, 
 
 Tunes her foft Voice to fad Complaints of Love, 
 
 Making her Life one great harmonious Woe. Sou^Loy.Bro. 
 
 So the fad Nightingale, when childlefs made 
 By fome rough Swain who deals her Young away, 
 
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606 NO 
 
 Bewails her Lofs under a Poplar Shade, 
 Weeps all the Night, in Murmurs waftes the Day, 
 Her Sorrows ftill a mournful Pleafure yield, 
 And melancholy Mufick fills the Field. Norm. Virg. 
 
 So when the Nightingale to Reft removes, 
 The Thrufh may chant to the forfaken Groves ; 
 But, charm'd to Silence, liftens while (he fings, 
 And all th'aerial Audience clap their Wings. Pope, 
 
 NOBILITY of Blood. 
 
 That I was born To great, I owe to Fortune, 
 
 And cannot pay that Debt, till Virtue fet me 
 
 High in Example, as I ftand in Title j 
 
 Till what the World calls Fortune's Gifts, my A&ions 
 
 May ftyle their own Rewards, and thofe too little ; 
 
 Princes are then themfelves, when they arife, (Sc 
 
 More glorious in Men's Thoughts, than in their Eyes.. Dent 
 And who will call thofe noble, who deface, 
 
 By meaner A&s, the Glories of their Race ; 
 
 Whofe only Title to our Father's Fame, 
 
 Is couch'd in the dead Letters of their Name ? Stepn. Juv, 
 Virtue's the certain Mark, by Heav'n defign'd, 
 
 That's always ftamp'd upon a noble Mind : 
 
 ff you from fuch illuftrious Father* came, 
 
 By copying them your high Extract proclaim. 
 
 In vain you urge the Merit of your Race, (Boil. 
 
 And boaft that Blood, which you your felves debafe. Oldh. 
 Let Fools their high Extraction boaft, 
 
 And Greatnefs, which no Travail, but their Mother's, coftj 
 Let them extol a fwelling Name, 
 
 Which theirs by Will and Teftament became j 
 At beft but meer Inheritance j 
 As oft the Spoils, as Gift, of Chance. 
 
 Let fome ill-plac'd Repute on 'Scutcheons wear, 
 
 As fading as the Colours which thofe bear, 
 And prize a painted Field, 
 Which Wealth as foon as Fame can yield ; 
 
 Thou fcorn'd^ft at fuch low Rates to purchafe Worth, 
 Nor could'ft thou owe it only to thy Birth : 
 Thy felf-born Greatnefs was above the Pow'r 
 Of Parents to entail, or Fortune to deflow'r : 
 Thy Soul, which, like the Sun, Heav'n molded --bright,. 
 
 Difdain'd to fhine with borrow'd Light : 
 Thns from himfelf th' eternal Being grew, 
 And from no other Gaufc his Grandeur drew, Oldh. 
 
 Thy 
 
NO 607 
 
 Thy early Glories in the Chace of Fame 
 Refled new Luftre, and our Hotife confirm. 
 *Tis Nature's moft inviolable Law, 
 To make each Species propagate its Rind: 
 The gen'rous Offspring fronf the gen'rous Stock 
 Derive the Virtues, and confefs the Sire. Hig. Gen.Conq, 
 
 Man, mixing better Seed 
 
 With worfe, begets a bafe degenerate Breed : 
 
 The bad corrupts the Good, and leaves behind 
 
 No Trace of all the great Begetter's Mind. 
 
 The Father finks within the Son, we fee, 
 
 And often rifes in the third Degree : 
 
 If better Luck a better Mother give ; 
 
 Criance gave us Being, and by Chance wfc live. 
 
 Such as our Atomes were, ev'n fuch are we, *J 
 
 Or call it Chance, or ftrong Neceffity ; V 
 
 Thus, loaded with dead Weight, the Will is free. •> 
 
 And thus it needs muft be: For Seed, conjoin'd, 
 
 Lets into Nature's Work th'imperfeft Kind : 
 
 But Fire, the Enliv'ner of the gen'ral Frame, 
 
 Is one, its Operation ftill the fame j 
 
 Its Principle is in itfelf $ while ours 
 
 Works, as Confed'rates war, with mingled Fow'rs^ 
 
 Or Man, or Woman, whichfoever fails; 
 
 And oft the Vigour of the Worfe prevails. 
 
 ./Ether, with Sulphur blended, alters Hue, 
 
 And cafts a dusky Gleam of Sodom Blue. 
 
 Thus in a Brute their ancient Honour ends, 
 
 And the fair Mermaid in a Fi(h defcends : 
 
 The Line is gone ; no longer Duke or Earl j. 
 
 But, by himfelf degraded, turns a Churl. 
 And true Nobility proceeds from God j 
 
 Not left us by Inheritance, but giv'n 
 
 By Bounty of our Stars, and Grace of Heav'n. 
 
 Thus from a Captive Servius Tullus rofe, 
 
 Whom for his Virtues the firft Romans chofe : 
 
 Fabricius from their Walls repell'd the Foe, 
 
 Whofe noble Hands had cxercis'd the Plough. 
 
 And noble then am I, when I begin, 
 
 hi Virtue cloath'd.to caft the Rags of Sin. Dryd. Chauc, 
 
 The Wife of Bath's Tale. 
 The Deeds of long defcended Anceftors 
 
 Are bur by Grace of Imputation ours ; 
 
 Theirs in EfTeft. Dryd. Ovid. 
 
 From a bafe Stock can noble Branches grow ? 
 
 Or criftal Streams from muddy Fountains flow ? Blac. Job. 
 Were Honour to be fcann'd by long Defcent 
 xom Anceftors illuftrious, I could vaunt A Li- 
 
60S N O 
 
 A Lineage of the greateft, and recount 
 Among my Fathers, Names of antient Story, 
 Heroes and Godlike Patriots, who fubdu'd 
 
 The World by Arms and Virtue : 
 
 But that be their own Praife : 
 
 Nor will I borrow Merit from the Dead, 
 
 My felf an Undeferver. — Rowe. Tamer). 
 
 NOISE. 
 
 Noife is the Enemy of ufeful Thought. D'Aven. 
 
 The Noife increafes, as the Billows roar, 
 When,rouling from afar, they threat the Shore. Dr. Auren. 
 
 f heard a diftant humming Noife ; (Fryar. 
 
 Like Bees difturb'd, and arming in their Hives. Dryd. Span. 
 
 And hark, methinks the Roar, that late purfu'd me, 
 Sinks, like the Murmurs of a falling Wind, 
 And foftens into Silence. Rowe. J. Shore. 
 
 . Now ev'ry Echo 
 
 Goes fainter off, and dies in diilant Sounds. Dr. Span. Fryar. 
 
 NONSENCE. 
 
 Diftruitful Senfe with modeft Caution fpeaks j O 
 
 It ftill looks home ; and fhort Excurfions makes : k 
 
 But rattling Nonfence in full Vollies breaks : j 
 
 And, never fhock'd, and never turn'd afide, 
 Burfts out, refiftlefs, with a thund'ring Tide. Pope. 
 
 NOON. 
 
 And now the fcorching Sun was mounted high, 
 In all its Luftre to the Noon-day Sky. Add. Ovid. 
 
 The Sun is high advanc'd, and downward fheds 
 His burning Beams diredly on our Heads. Add. Ovid. 
 
 ■ Scarce the Sun 
 
 Has finifli'd half his Journey, (carce begins 
 
 His other Half ia the great Zone of Heav'n. Milt. P. Loft. 
 
 The firy Sun had finifli'd half his Race j 
 Look'd bick, and doubted in the middle Space. Dr. Virg.. 
 
 The Sun hod reach'd his full Meiidian Height. Laud. Virg, 
 
 Now the g;een Lizard in the Grove is laid ; 
 The Sheep enjoy the CoolneCs of the Shade. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 Ajtir-Noon. 
 Mean time, declining from the Noon of Day, 
 The Sim obliquely (hoots his burning Ray : 
 
 The 
 
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 The hungry Judges foon the Sentence fign, 
 And Wretcnes hang, that Jury-Men may dine : 
 The Merchant from the Change returns in Peace, 
 And the long Labours of the Toilet ceafe. Pope. 
 
 NORTH. 
 
 See the bleak Mountains of the fnowy North, 
 Where Winds are form'd, and Tempefts have their Birth : 
 Whither, to try their Strength, young Storms refort, 
 Root Forefts up, and break the Rocks in Sport} 
 Where hoary Winter, in his frozen Cells, 
 'Midft Hills of Ice, ftill unmolefted dwells ; 
 From his white Peaks and criftal Tow'rs defies 
 The diftant Sun, that Southern Kingdoms fries. Blac. Eliza. 
 
 N O V E LTT. 
 
 All Obje&s lofe by too familiar View, ( Gran. p. z- 
 
 When the great Charm is paft of being new. Dr. Conq. of 
 111 News i* wing'd with Fate, and flies apace, Drjd. 
 
 NU M A. 
 
 O happy Monarch, frnt by Heav'n to blefs 
 A favage Nation with foft Arts of Peace; 
 To teach Religion; Rapine to reflrain ; 
 Give Laws to Luft ; and Sacrifice ordain : 
 Himfelf a Saint, a Goddefs was his Bride ; 
 And all the Mufes o'er his A£b prefide. Dryd. Ovid . 
 
 But what*s the Man, who from afar appears ; 
 His Head with Olive crown'd, his Hand a Cenfer bears ? 
 His hoary Beard, and holy Veftments bring 
 His loft Idea back ; I know the Roman King: 
 He fhall to peaceful Rome new Laws ordain : 
 Call'd from his mean Abode, a Scepter tofuftain. Dr. Virg. 
 
 NUMBERLE S S. 
 
 Ask what Sums of Gold fuffice 
 The greedy Mifers boundlefs Wifli : 
 Think what Drops the Ocean ftore, 
 With all the Sands that make its Shore : 
 Think what Spangles deck the Skies, 
 When Heav'n looks wirh all its Eyes : 
 Or think how many Atoms came 
 To eompofe this mighty Frame! Oldh.Catul. 
 
 I fooner 
 
6ro N U 
 
 I fooner could relate, 
 
 How many Drudges on fair Hippia wait ; 
 What Crowds of Patients the Town Doctor kills, 
 Or how, laft Fall, he rais'd the weekly Bills $ 
 What Provinces by Bafilus were fpoil'd ; 
 What Herds of Heirs by Guardians are beguil'd : 
 How many Bouts a Day that Bitch has try'd ; 
 How many Boys that Pedagogue can ride : 
 What Lands and Lordfliips for their Owner know 
 My Quondam Barber, but his Worfliip now. Dryd. ]nv. 
 When all the Stars by thee are told, 
 
 (The endlefs Sums of heav'nly Gold) 
 
 Or when the Hairs are reckoned all, 
 
 From iickly Autumn's Head that fall, 
 
 Or when the Drops that mike the Sea, 
 
 Whilft all her Sands thy Counters be, 
 
 Thou then, and then alone, may 'ft prove 
 
 Th' Arithmetician of my Love. Cowl. Anac. 
 Innumerable as the Stars of Night ; 
 Or Stars of Morning, Dew-drops, which the Sun 
 Imnearls &\ eVTV Leaf, and ev'ry Flow'r. 'Milt. Par. Luft, 
 
 Which, who would learn, as foon may tell the Sands, 
 Driv'n by the Weftern Wind on Lybian Lands: 
 Or number, when the bluitYmg Eurus roars, 
 The Billows, beating on Ionian Shores. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 Toetical NUMBERS. 
 
 But mofl by Numbers judge a Poet's Song ; 
 And fmooth or rough, with fuch, is right or wrong: 
 In the bright Mufe tho* thoufand Charms confpire, 
 Her Voice is all thefe tuneful Fools admire j 
 Who haunt Parnaflfus but to pleafe the Ear, 
 Not mend their Minds ^ as fome to Church repair, 
 Not for the Do&rine, but the Mufick, there. 
 Thefe equal Syllables alone require ; 
 Tho' oft the Ear the open Vowels tire ; 
 While Expletives their feeble Aid do idin, 
 And ten low Words oft creep in one dull Line ; 
 While rjaey ring round the fame urrvary'd Chimes, 
 With fure Returns of ftill-expe&ed Rhymes : 
 Where-e'er you find, The cooling Weftern Breeze, 
 In the next Line, It Whifpers thro' the Trees : 
 If criftal Streams with pleafmg Murmurs creep, 
 The Reader's threatened, not in vain, with Sleep : 
 Then, at the laft and only Couplet, fraught 
 With forae unmeaning Thing they call a Thought, 
 
 A need- 
 
 } 
 
NU 6ir 
 
 A needlefs Alexandrine ends the Sang, 
 
 And, like a wounded Snake, drags its flow Length along : 
 
 Leave fuch to tune their own dull Rhymes ; and know 
 
 What's roundly fmooth, or languifhingly flow j 
 
 And praife the eafy Vigour of a Line, 
 
 Where DenhanVs Strength, and Waller's Sweetnefs join : 
 
 Tis not enough no Harfhnefs gives Offence ; 
 
 The Sound muft feem an Echo to the Senfe : 
 
 Soft is the Scrain when Zephyr gently blows ; 
 
 And the fmooth Stream in fmoother Numbers flows : 
 
 But when loud Surges la(h the founding Shore, 
 
 The hoarfe, rough Verfe, fhould like the Torrent, roar : 
 
 When Ajax ftrives fome Rock's vaft Weight to throw, 
 
 The Line too labours, and the Words move flow : 
 
 Not fo, when fwift Camilla fcours the Plain, 
 
 Flies o'er th'unbending Corn, and skims along the Main, 
 
 Hear how Timotheus' various Lays furprize, 
 
 And bid alternate Paffions fall and rife ! 
 
 While, at each Change, the Son of Lybian Jove 
 
 Now burns with Glory, and then melts witn Love '. 
 
 Now his fierce Eyes with fparkling Fury glow ; 
 
 Now Sighs fteal out. and Tears begin to Bow : 
 
 Perfians'and Greeks like Turns of Nature found; 
 
 And the World's Vi&or flood fubdu'd by Sound : 
 
 The Pow'r of Mafick all our Hearts allow; 
 
 And, what Timotheus was, is Dryden now. Pope. 
 
 NUN 
 
 Prepare ! Prepare ! The Rites begin : 
 Let none unhallow'd enter in : 
 The Temple with new Glory fhines ; 
 Adorn the Altars, wafh the Shrines, 
 
 And purge the Place from Sin. 
 Can'ft thou, Marina, leave the World, 
 The World, that is Devotion's Bane ; 
 Where Crowns are tofsM, and Sceptres hurl^ 
 Where Luft and proud Ambirion reign? 
 Can you your coftly Robes forbear, 
 To live with us in poor Attire ? 
 Can you from Courts to Cells repair, 
 To fing at Midnight in our Quire ? 
 Can you forget your golden Beds, 
 Where you might fleep beyond the Morn, 
 On Mats to lay your royal Heads, 
 And have your -beauteous Trefles (kom I 
 
 Cztk 
 
6r 2 N U 
 
 Can you refolve to faft all Day, 
 And weep, and groan to be forgiv'n ? 
 Can you in broken Slumbers pray, 
 And by Affliction merit Heav'n ? 
 Say, Votaries, can this be done, 
 While we the Grace divine implore ? 
 The World has loft, the Battel's won, 
 And Sin fhall never charm you more. 
 
 The Gate to Blifs does open ftand, 
 And all my Penance is in view : 
 The World, upon the other Hand, 
 Cries out, -— O do not bid Adieu: 
 But yet, in Midft of thefe Extreams, 
 Where Pomp and Pride their Glories tell 5 
 Where Youth and Beauty are the Themes, 
 And plead their moving Caufe fo well : 
 If ought that's vain my Thoughts pofTefs, 
 Or any Paflion govern here, 
 But what Divinity may blefs, 
 O, may I never enter there ! 
 What, what can Pomp or Glory do r 
 Or what can human Charms perfuaje? 
 The Mind, that has a Heav'n in View ; 
 How can it be by Earth betray'd ? 
 No Monarch, full of Youth and Fame, 
 The Toy of Eyes, and Nature's Pride, 
 Should once my Thoughts from Heav'n reclaim, 
 Tho' now he woo'd me for his Bride. 
 Hafte then, O hafte! and take us in : 
 For ever lock Religion's Door : 
 Secure us from the Charms of Sin, 
 And let us fee the World no more. 
 
 Lead her, Votaries, lead her m : 
 Her holy Birth does now begin : 
 ' So rich the Vi&im, bright and fair, 
 That {he on Earth appears a Star ! 
 In humble Weeds, but clean Array, 
 Your Hours fhall fweetly pafs away : 
 And, when the Rights divine are part, 
 To pleafant Gardens you (hall hafte j 
 Where many a flow'iy Bed we have, 
 That emblem ftill to each a Grave: 
 And, when within the Stream we look, 
 With Tears we ufe to fwell the Brook : 
 But, oh ! when in the liquid Glafs, 
 Our Heav'n appears, we ligh to pafs, 
 
 For 
 
O A 61; 
 
 For Heav'n alone we are defign'd, 
 
 And all Things bring our Heav'n to mind. Lee. Theod. 
 
 OAK. 
 
 As when an Oak, which has fome Ages flood 
 The Pride and Glory of the flhady Wood, 
 The juftling Winds, contending, ilrive to rend ; 
 Its fpreading Branches tow'ungTempeftsbend : 
 The fhaking Trunk o'erfpreads the Ground with Leaves ; 
 Yet to the flinty Rock it fafter cleaves : 
 Far, as in Air the Top is mounted high, 
 So far the Roots to Earth's deep Centre lie. Laud. Virg. 
 
 Like two tall Oaks, ■ 
 
 Whofe uncut Tops pierce thro' the Clouds, and nod, 
 ChargM with the Weight of bounteous Nature's Load. 
 
 Laud. Virg, 
 
 Thus on fome Mountains Height a Foreft-Oak 
 That hides among the Clouds its tow'ring Head, 
 Mocks the outrageous Fury of the Storm, 
 The Strokes of Thunder, and the Floods of Rain. Br. Horn. 
 
 Thus, on a bleaky Cliff, the regal Tree, 
 AlTail'd by Winds, and Heav'ns Inclemency, 
 Expands his Branches o'er the Clouds, above 
 Their Blatls, unmov'd as his immortal Jove. Dryd. Jun. 
 
 — Like an Oak he flood, 
 
 That (lands fecurc, tho' all the Winds imploy 
 Their ceafelefs Roar, and only fheds it's Leaves, 
 Or Mali, which the revolving Spring reflores. Phil. 
 
 The aged Oak, thus rears his Head in Air, 
 His Sap exhaufted, and his Branches bare : 
 'Midfl Storms and Earthquakes he maintains his State, 
 Fixt deep in Earth, and faflcn'd by his Weight: 
 His naked Boughs Mill lend the Shepherds Aid, 
 And his old Trunk projects an awful Shade. Tickell. 
 
 As, in a fpacious Wood, a (lately Oak, 
 That labours long beneath the Axes Stroke, 
 With the lafl Blow, nods ere its dreadful Fall, 
 And, threatening ev'ry Side, is fear'd on all. Hopk. Ovid. 
 
 So a lirong Oak, which many Years has flood 
 With fair and flourifhing Boughs ; it felf a Wood ; 
 Tho' it might long the Axes Vi'lence bear, 
 And play'd with Winds, which other Trees did tear; 
 Yet by the Thunder's Stroke from th' Roots 'tis rent : (Dav. 
 So fure the Blows, that from high Heav'n are fent. Cowl. 
 
 Thus 
 
614 
 
 O A 
 
 Thus the tall Oak, which now afpires 
 Above the Fear of private Fires, 
 Grown, and defign'd for nobler Ufe, 
 Not to make warm, bur build the Houfe, 
 Tho' from our meaner Flames fecure, 
 Muft that, which falls from Heav'n, endure. Wall. 
 As when loud Winds a well-grown Oak would rend 
 Up by the Roots, this way and that they bend 
 His reeling Trunk, and with a boift'rous Sound 
 Scatter his Leaves, and ftrew them on the Ground : 
 He ftill ftands fixt j as deep his Root does lie 
 Down to the Centre, as his Top is high. Wall. Virg. 
 
 Ye learned Heads, whom Ivy Garlands grace, 
 "Why does that twining Plant the Oak embrace ? 
 The Oak for Courtfhip moft of all unfit, 
 And rough as are the Winds that fight with it ? Cowl. Dav. 
 
 So joys the aged Oak, when we divide 
 The creeping Ivy from his injur'd Side. Wall. 
 
 OATH. 
 
 " ■ Oaths are not bound to bear 
 
 That literal Senfe, the Words infer. 
 But by the Practice of the Age, 
 Are to be judg'd how far they engage ; 
 And,_ where the Senfe by Cuttom's check'd, . 
 Are found void, and of none Effed. Hud. 
 
 For no Man takes or keeps a Vow, 
 But juft as he fees others do j 
 Nor are they oblig'd to be fo brittle, 
 As not to yield, and bow a little. Hud. 
 
 As the beft temper'd Blades are found, 
 Before they break, to bend quite round : 
 So trueft Oaths are ftill moft tough, 
 And, tho' they bow, are breaking proof. Hud. 
 The Pow'rs above 
 
 Give Difpenfarions for falfe Oaths in Love. Chetw. Virg. 
 
 This idle Vow hangs on her Woman's Fears : 
 I'll have a Prieft fhallpreach her from her Faith, 
 And make it Sin not to renounce that Vow, 
 Which I'd have broken. Cong. M. Bride. 
 
 But fooner (hall a dooming God recall 
 His Stygian Oarh, than I renounce my Vow. Lee. Mithr.. 
 
 O mighty Jove, the Giver of all Laws, 
 And Phoebus too, who from thy Orb above 
 Art confeious to what Moitals do or ft y : 
 O Seas, O Earth, and you impartial Pow'rs 
 
 3 Be^ 
 
G B 6i,- 
 
 Below, who jute and punifh 
 
 Bear an eternal Record of my Oath. Lanfd. Her. Love. 
 
 Yes, he has fworn: Be Witnefs Heav'n and Earth j 
 Be Witnefs Sun and Moon, and ev'ry Star, 
 Be Witnefs all ye Gods, that he has fworn. 
 Is there an Hour, either of Night or Day, 
 Free from fome Oath of eveilalting Love. Lanfd. H. Love. 
 
 All- feeing Sun, and thou Aufonian Soil, 
 For which Ihave fuftain'd fo long a Toil; 
 Thou King of Heav'n, and thou the Queen of Air, 
 Propitious now, and reconcil'd by Pray'r, 
 Ye living Fountains, and ye running Floods ; 
 All Pow'rs of Ocean ; all etherial Gods, 
 Hear, and bear Record. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 By the fame Heav'n, faid he, and Earth, and Main, 
 And all the Pow'rs, that all the three contain j 
 By Hell below, and by that upper God, 
 Whofe Thunder figns the Peace, who feals it with his Nod ; 
 So let Latona*s double Offspring hear, 
 And double fronted Janus, what I fwear : 
 I touch the facred Altars, touch the Flames j 
 And all thofe Pow'rs atteft, and all their Names : 
 No Force, no Fortune, {hall my Vows unbind, 
 Or (hake the ftedfaft Tenour of my Mind : 
 Not tho' the circling Seas fliould break their Bound, 
 O'erflow the Shores, or fap the folid Ground ; 
 Not tho' the Lamps of Heav'n their Spheres forfake, 
 Hurl'd down, and hilling in the nether Lake : 
 Ev'n as this royal Sceptre, (for he bore 
 A Sceptre in his Hand ) fhall never more 
 Shoot out its Branches, or renew the Birth : 
 An Orphan now, cut from the Mother Earth 
 By the keen Ax ; difhonour'd of its Hair, 
 And cas'd in Brafs, for Latian Kings to bear. Dryd. Virg-. 
 
 Oath of Jupiter, 
 
 The Thund'rer faid ; 
 
 And (hook th' Imperial Honours of his Head - t 
 Attefting Styx, th'im iolable Flood, 
 And the black Regions of his Brother God : 
 Trembled the Poles of Heav'n ; and Earth confefs'd the Nod 
 
 Dryd. Virg. 
 
 O BE D IENCE. 
 
 She (hews, by Hafte, Obedience, her Dt light. D'Av. Gond, 
 Obedience is the Key of Virtues. — Roch. Valent. 
 
 I'm 
 
6x6 O B 
 
 I'm taught by Honour's Precepts to obey ; 
 Fear to Obedience is a flavifh Way. Dryd. Auren. 
 
 See, I am all Obedience ; 
 
 Did ever Daughter yet obey like me ? 
 
 Not (he, who in the Dungeon fed her Father 
 
 With her own Milk, and by her Piety 
 
 Sav'd him from Death, can match my rig'rous Virtue j 
 
 For I have done much more: torn oft i 
 
 My Breads ? _my very_ Heart, and flung it from me, 
 
 Blood. 
 
 my Breafts, 
 j it from me, 
 To feed the Tyrant "Duty with my Blood. Lee. CxC. Bor. 
 
 O BS CENITT, 
 
 Immodeft Words admit of no Defence j 
 For Want of Decency is Want of Senfe. 
 What mod'rate Fop wou'd rake the Park, or Stews, 
 Who among Troops of faultlefs Nymphs may chufe ? RoG:. 
 
 Bare Ribaldry's a poor Pretence to Wit : 
 Not that warm Thoughts of the tranfportingjoy 
 Can fhock the chafteft, or the niceft cloy ; 
 But obfcene Words, too grofs to move Deftre, 
 Like Heaps of Fuel, do but choak the Fire, 
 And pall tnat Appetite they mean to raife. Norm. 
 
 A virtuous Author, in his charming Air, 
 To pleafe the Senfe needs not corrupt the Heart : . 
 His Heat will never caufe a guilty Fire : 
 To follow Virtue then be your Defire ; 
 In vain your Art and Vigour are exprefs'd : 
 Th' obfcene Expreflion fhews th'infeSed Breaft. 
 
 Soame. Boil. 
 
 No Pardon vile Obfcenity fhould find, 
 Tho' Wit and Art confpire to move your Mind : 
 But Dulnefs with Obfcenity muft prove 
 As fhameful fure as Impotence in Love. 
 In the fat Age of Pleafure, Wealth and Eafe, 
 Sprung the rank Weed, and thriv'd with large Increafe; 
 When Love was all an eafy Monarch's Care j 
 Seldom at Council j never in a War : 
 Tilts rul'd the States ; and Statefmen Farces writ j 
 Nay, Wits had Penfionsj and young Lords had Wit: 
 The Fair fate panting at a Courtier's Play ; 
 And not a Mask went unimprov'd away : 
 The modeft Fan was lifted up no more : 
 And Virgins fmil'd ac what they blufh'd before. Pope. 
 
 OLD 
 
O L 617 
 
 OLD AGE. 
 
 Old Age, thou gloomy Eve of endlefs Night! D*Aven. 
 
 He wafted was, and in the Ebb of Blood, 
 When Man's Meridian tow'rds his Ev'ning turns. D'Aven. 
 
 Behold an old decrepit Beldam's Face: 
 Her Head is fcatter'd o'er with filver Hairs ; 
 And feems to bend beneath a Load of Years : 
 Her trembling Hand, embofs'd with livid Veins, 
 On trufty Staff her feeble Limbs fuftains. Gay. Ovid. 
 
 .■ Grey Hairs begin to fpread, 
 
 Deform his Beard, and difadorn his Head. Cong. Horn. 
 
 i . i Of Age he felt the fad Extream, (Cong.Hom. 
 And ev'ry Nerve was flirunk, and ev'ry Limb was lame. 
 
 ————Now creeping Age and Time (Horn. 
 
 Her Bloom have wither'd, and confum'd her Prime. Dryd. 
 
 Let me embrace thee, good old Chronicle, 
 Who haft fo long walk'd Hand in Hand with Time. Dryd. 
 (Troil.Sc Crefs. Spoken of Neftor. 
 
 Shake not his Hour-glafs, when his hafty Sand 
 
 Is ebbing to the laft: — 
 
 A little longer, yet a little longer, 
 
 And Nature drops him down, without your Sin, 
 
 Like mellow Fruit, without a winter Storm. Dr. Span. Fry. 
 
 If thou well obferve 
 
 The Rule of Not too much, by Temp'rance taught 
 
 In what thou eat'ft and drink'ft, feeking from thence 
 
 Due Nourifhment, no gluttonous Delight, 
 
 Till many Years over thy Head return, 
 
 Then may'ft thou live, till like ripe Fruit thou drop 
 
 Into thy Mothers Lap, or be with Eafe 
 
 Gather'd, not harfhly pluck'd, for Death mature : 
 
 This is Old Age : But then thou muft outlive 
 
 Thy Youth, thy Strength, thy Beauty, which will chang« 
 
 To wither'd, weak, and grey: Thy Senfes then, 
 
 Obtufe, all Tafte of Pleafure muft forego, w. 
 
 To what thou haft ; and, for the Air of Youth 
 
 Hopeful and chearful, in thy Blood will reign 
 
 A melancholy Damp of cold and dry 
 
 To weigh thy Spirit down, and laft confume 
 
 The Balm of Life Milt. Par. Loft. 
 
 He, like a Lamp, wou'd live to the laft Wink, (Love. 
 And crawl upon the utmoft Verge of Life. Dryd. AlLfor 
 
 To Age grim Death appears in all her Shapes, 
 The hungry Grave for her due Tribute gapes. 
 
6i8 O L 
 
 Fond, foolifh Man ! With fear of Death furpriz^el, 
 
 Which either (houlfl be wifh'd for, or defpis'd : 
 
 This, if our Souls with Bodies Death deftroy ; 
 
 That, if our Souls a fecond Life enjoy. 
 
 "What elfe is to be fear'd, when we (hall gain 
 
 Eternal Life, or have no Scnfe of Pain ? 
 
 The youngeft in the Morning are not fure, 
 
 That till the Night their Life they can fecure ; 
 
 Their Age ftands more expos'd to Accidents 
 
 Than ours, nor common Care their Fate prevents : 
 
 Death's Force, with Terrour, againft Nature drives^ 
 
 Nor one, of many to ripe Age arrives : 
 
 Why only (bould the Fear of Death belong 
 
 To Age, which is as common to the Young ? 
 
 But vig'rous Youth may his gay Thoughts eredt, 
 
 To many Years, which Age muft not expect : 
 
 We happier are than they, who but defir'd 
 
 To poffefs that which we long fince acquir'd. 
 
 What if our Age to Neftor's could extend ? 
 
 *Tis vain to think that lafting, which muft end ; 
 
 And when 'tis paft, not any Part remains, 
 
 But only the Reward, which Virtue gains. 
 
 Days, Months, and Years, like running Waters, flow ; 
 
 Nor, what is paft, nor what to come, we know. 
 
 The Spring, like Youth, new BlofToms does produce, 
 
 But Autumn makes them ripe, and fit for ufe: 
 
 So Age a mature Mellownets does fet 
 
 On the green Promifes of youthful Heat. 
 
 Age, like ripe Apples, on Earth's Bofom drops, 
 
 While Force our Youth, like Fruits untimely, crops ^ 
 
 The fparkling Flame of our warm Blood expires, 
 
 As when huge Streams are pour'd on raging Fires: 
 
 But Age, unforc'd, falls by her own Confent, 
 
 As Coals to Afties, when the Spirit's fpent : 
 
 Therefore to" Death I with fuch Joy refort, 
 
 As Seamen from a Tempeft to their Port. 
 
 Then Death feems welcome, and our Nature kind, 
 
 When, leaving us a perfect Senfe and Mind, 
 
 She, like a Workman in his Science skill'd, 
 
 Pulls down with Eafe, what her own Hand did build, 
 
 .Satiety from all Things qKq does come j 
 
 Then, Life muft to itfelf grow wearifome : 
 
 And when the lad Delights of Age (hall die, 
 
 Life in it felf will find Satiety. 
 
 Good A&s, if long, feem tedious ; fo b Age, 
 
 AcTmg too long upon this Earth, her SY3ge. Denh. 
 
 More 
 
O L 6if 
 
 More Good expe&ing:, I, in my own Wrdng 
 Protracting Life, have liv'd a Day too long : 
 If yefterday con d be recall'd again, 
 Ev'n now I wou'd conclude my happy Reign : 
 But 'tis too late : My glorious Race is run, (Sig. 5c Guifc. 
 And a dark Cloud o'ertakes my fetting Sun. Dryd. Bocc. 
 
 I've glutted Nature with Satiety, 
 Tir'd all her various Appetites of Change ; 
 And 'twou'd be an unmannerly Return, 
 For my Good Cheer, and Welcome of the Feaft, (of Cap. 
 When I have fate it out, to grudge to rife. South. Fat? 
 
 Move fafter, Life, thou tirefome Guefr, away : 
 Why in this ruin'd Cottage wilt thou ftay ? 
 Why am I forc'd to drag the heavy Chains 
 Of Life, when nothing but the Dregs remains ? 
 My feeble Limbs are with the Load opprefs'd, 
 And Death, kind Death alone, can give them Reft-. 
 With trembling Steps, and foggy Puffs of Breath, 
 My weary Limbs crawl to the Verge of Death ; 
 The Thoughts of Pleafure paft torment my Breaft : 
 For 'tis a difmal Thought to have been bleft. 
 Oh wretched State ! In ling'ring Pain I lie, 
 Robb'd of Life's Ufe, yet not aliow'd to die, 
 Trans for m'd from what I was, how am I grown 
 A frightful Spe&re, to my felf unknown! 
 My Face to livid Shades its Air refigns, 
 And deep plongh'd Furrows hide the featur'd Lineie 
 The Nerves unbrac'd, and flefhy Cloathing gone* 
 A (hrivel'd Skin clings to the naked Bone: 
 My Eyes, when thev behold the Form, afraid 
 To fee the dreadfulChange which Age had made, 
 Shrink back into their Sockets wirh the Fright, 
 And with a filmy Veil they fhrdud their Sight ; 
 Diddling Rheums, the only liquid Store, 
 Mourn their dead Luftre in a fcalding ShowV-: 
 No tuneful Accent forms my feeble Voice; 
 Tis now become a hollow mumbling Noife. 
 No more erect, no more the Heav'ns I fee, 
 
 Attribute of Man is loft to me: 
 WirlicLwn-caft Looks I view my Place of Birth, 
 And bow my bended Trunk to Mother Earth : 
 The mould'ring Ciay feeks out its firit Abode, 
 While a it iff Plant fupports the tott'ring Load : 
 Open thy Bofom, Earth, and, in the Womb 
 Of Nature, let me find a fecond Tomb. 
 To thy cold Bread my colder Limbs receive : 
 They're now that very Clod, thou once did'il give. 
 
 E e z S retch'd 
 
6io O L 
 
 Stretch'd on the Rack, a tortur'd Wretch, I wak 
 With joy, the laft indulgent Blow of Fate.- ■ — • 
 
 This Dotard of his broken Back complains, 
 One his Legs fail, and one his Shoulder pains : 
 Another is of both his Eyes bereft ; 
 And envies who has one for aiming left. 
 A fifth, with trembling Lips, expecting (lands j 
 As in his Childhood fed by others Hands : 
 One, who at fight of Supper open'd wide ^ 
 
 His Jaws before, and whetted Grinders try'd j > 
 
 J<Tow only yawns, and waits to be fupply'd j J. 
 
 Like a young Swallow, when, with weary Wings, 
 Expected Food her fading Mother brings. 
 Behdes th' eternal Drivel, that fupplies 
 The dropping Beard from Noftrils, Mouth, and Eyes, 
 His Wife and Children loath him, and, what's worfe, 
 Himfelf«loes his offenfive Carrion curfe : 
 His Tafle, not only pall'd to Wine and Meat, 
 But to the Relifli of a nobler Treat : 
 The limber Nerve, in vain provok'd to rife, 
 Inglorious from the Field of Battel flies : 
 Poor feeble Dotard, how could he advance 
 With his blue Head-piece, and his broken Lance t 
 Thefe Senfes loft, behold a new Defeat, 
 The Soul, diflodging from another Seat. 
 "What^Mufick, or enchanting Voice, can chear 
 A ftuprtl, old, impenetrable Ear? 
 The little Blood, that creeps within his Veins, 
 Is but juft Warned in a hot Fever's Pains : 
 In fine, he wears no Limbs about him found : 
 With Sores, and SicknefTes beleaguer'd round. 
 His Lofs of Members is a heavy Curfe j 
 But all his Faculties decay 'd, a worfe: 
 Well, yet fuppofe his Senfes are his own, 
 He lives to be chief Mourner for his Son : 
 Before his Face his Wife and Brother burns ; 
 He numbers all his Kindred in their Urns. 
 Thefe are the Fines he pays for living long, 
 And dragging tedious Life in his own Wrong: 
 Grief always green, a Houfhqld ftill in Tears, <y 
 
 Sad Pomps: A Threfhold throng'd with daily Biers ; C 
 And Liveries of black for Length of Years. Dryd. Juv. S 
 
 And thou, alas ! Too foon and fure mull bend 
 Beneath the Woes, which painful Age attend : 
 Inexorable Age ! Whofe wretched State 
 All Mortals dread, and all Immortals hate. Cong. Horn. 
 
 Difeafes, Ills, and Troubles numberlefs 
 Attend old Men, and with their Age increafe: In 
 
O L 6i\ 
 
 In painful Toil they fpend their wretched Years, 
 
 Still heaping Wealth, and with that Wealth, new Cares j 
 
 Fond to pofiefs, and fearful to enjoy ; 
 
 Slow and fijfpitious in their Manaig'ry ; 
 
 Full of Delays and Hopes, Lovers of Eafe, 
 
 Greedy of Life, morofe, and hard to pleafe; 
 
 Envious at Pleafures of the Young and Gay ; (Hon 
 
 Where they themfelves now want a Stock to play. Oldh^ 
 
 Old Men are only walking Hofpitals, 
 Where all Defects and all Difeafes crowd, 
 With reftlefs Pain, and more tormenting Fear : 
 Lazy, morofe, full of Delays and Hopes, 
 OppVefs'd with Riches, which they dare not ufe. 
 Ili-natur'd Ccnfors of the prefent Age, 
 And fond of all the Follies of the pall. 
 Thus all the Treafure of our flowing Years 
 Our Ebb of Life for ever takes away. Rofc. Hor. 
 
 Changes in froward Age are natural j (M. Qneen. 
 
 Who hopes for conftant Weather in the Fall? Dryd. 
 
 Old Age, of what delights it, fpeaks too much. Denh. 
 
 But old Men have Prerogative of Tongue, 
 And Kings ofPow'r, and Parents that of Nature.Dr.CleomJ 
 
 Their Wifdom's but their Envy, todeftroy 
 And bar thofe Pleafures, which they can't enjoy. Oldh. 
 
 Is it not folly, when the Way we ride 
 Is (hort, for a long Journey to provide ? 
 To Avarice fome Title Youth may own, 
 To reap in Autumn what the Spring had fown j 
 And, with the Providence of Bees, or Ants, 
 Prevent, with Summer's Plenty, Winter's Wants : 
 But Age fcarce fows, till Death ftands by to reap. 
 And to a Stranger's Hand transfers the Heap: 
 Afraid to be fo once, (he's always poor, 
 And, to avoid a Mifchief, makes it fure : 
 Such Madnefs, as for fear of Death to die, 
 Is, to be poor for fear of Poverty. Denh. 
 
 Perhaps good Counfel may your Grief affwage ; 
 Then tell your Pam : For Wifdom is in Age. Dryd, 
 (Chauc. The Wife of Bath's Tale. 
 
 Wifdom in hoary Heads appears ; 
 
 And Underftanding is matur'd by Years : 
 
 Rarely a beard lefs Oracle we know : 
 
 Judgment by Age muft to Perfection grow. Blac. Job. 
 
 Thofe Arts Age wants not, which to Age belong ; 
 Not Heat, but cold Experience, makes us ftrong. Denh. 
 
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 OMBRE. 
 
 Belinda now, whom Tnirft of Fame invites, 
 JBurns to encounter two advera'reus Knights : 
 At Ombre fingly to decide their Doom, 
 And fwells her Breaft with Conquefts yet to come. 
 Strait the three Bands prepare in Arms to join : 
 Each Band the Number of fhe facred Nine. 
 Behold four Kings, in Majefty rever'd, 
 With hoary Whiskers and a forky Beard : 
 And four fair Queens, whofe Hands fuftain a FlowVj 
 Th expreflive Emblem of their fofter PowV j 
 Four Knaves in Garbs fuccinct, atrufty Band, 
 Caps on their Head, ami Halberds in their Hand : 
 And parti- colour'd Troops, a fhining Train, 
 Draw forth to eombate on the velvet Plain. 
 The skilful Nymph reviews her Force with Care ; 
 Let Spades be Trumps, flie faid, and Trumps they were. 
 Now move to War her fable Matadores, 
 In Show like Leaders of the fwarthy Moorsi 
 Spadittio fivfr, unconquerable Lord ! 
 Led off two Captive Trumps, and fwept the Board \ 
 As many more Manillio forc*d to yield ; 
 And march'd a Vi&or from the verdant Field : 
 Him Bafto follow'd ; but his Fate, more hard, 
 Gain'd but one Trump, and one Plebeian Card : 
 With his broad Sabre next, a Chief, in years, 
 The hoary Majefty of Spades appears; 
 Puts forth one manly Leg, to light reveal'd j 
 The reft his unany-colour'd Robe conceal'd. 
 The rebel Knave, that dares his Prince engage, 
 Proves the juft Victim of his Royal Rage. 
 Ev'n mighty Pam, that Kings and Qu^ns o'erthrew. 
 And mow'd down Armies in the Fights of Lu, 
 Sad Chance of War ! now, deftitute of Aid, 
 Falls, undiftinguifh'd, by the Viftor Spade ! 
 Thus far both Armies to Belinda yield - r 
 Now to the Baron Fate inclines the Field r 
 His warlike Amazon her Hoft invades, 
 Th/ imperial Confort of the Crown of Spades: 
 The Club's black Tyrant firft her Vi&im dy'd, 
 Spight of his haughty Mien, and barb'rous Pride: 
 What boots the Royal Circle on his Head, 
 His Giant Limbs in State unwieldy fpread? 
 That long behind he trails his pompous Robe, 
 And of a.u Monarcbs only grafps the Globe ? 
 
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 The Baron now his Di'monds pours apace ; 
 
 Th' embroider'd King, who (hews but half his Face, 
 
 And his refulgent Queen, with Pow'rs combin'd, 
 
 Of broken Troops an eafy Conquefl find : 
 
 Clubs, Di'monds, Hearts, in wild Diforder leen, 
 
 With Throngs promifcuous ftrow the level Green. 
 
 Thus when, difpers'd, a routed Army runs, 
 
 Of Aria's Troops, or Africk's fable Sons, 
 
 With like Confufion diff 'rent Nations fly, 
 
 In various Habits, and of various Dye j 
 
 The pierc'd Battalions, difunited, fall 
 
 In Heaps on Heaps 5 one Fate o'erwhelms them all. 
 
 The Knave of Di'monds now exerts his Arts, 
 
 And wins, oh fhameful Chance ! the Queen of Hearts, 
 
 At this the Blood the Virgins Cheek forfook j 
 
 A livid Palenefs fpreads o'er all her Look ; 
 
 She fees, and trembles at th' approaching 111, 
 
 Juft in the Jaws of Ruin, and Codille : 
 
 And now, asoftin fome diftemper'd State, 
 
 On one nice Trick depends the gen'ral Fate. 
 
 An Ace of Hearts fteps forth : The King unfeen 
 
 Lurk'd in her Hand, and mourn'd his captive Qjjeen j 
 
 He fprings to Vengeance with an eager Pace j 
 
 And falls like Thunder on the proftrate Ace : 
 
 The Nymph exulting fills with Shouts the Sky, 
 
 The Walls, the Woods, and long Canals reply. Pope, 
 
 OMEN. 
 
 Mean Time ill-boding Prodigies affright 
 King O&a, and difluade his Men from Fight : 
 The Birds of Heav'n the gazing Augurs fcare, 
 CroiTing with inaufpicious Flights the Air : 
 The Fowl, as facred kept, projected Meat 
 Coldly regard, and fullenly retreat : 
 From hollow Oaks obfcene Night-Ravens fung, 
 And cluft'ring Bees upon their Enfigns hung : 
 Bullocks, with Garlands crown'd, reludtant come, (Artfn 
 Break from the Altar, and run lowing home. Biac. P. 
 
 The Priefts the Wood to burn the Vidim lay, 
 And a crown'd Bullock at the Altar flay : 
 Their reeking Hands ranf&ck in vain his Breaft, 
 To find the Heart of the prodigious Beaft : 
 The Priefts grow pale, and from their Altar ftarfr, 
 Finding a Vi&im flain without a 1 leart. Blac. P. Arth. 
 Then firft the trembling Earth the Signal gave, 
 
 And flafhing Fires enlighten all the Cave : 
 
624 O- M 
 
 Hell from below, and Juno from above, 
 
 And howling Nymphs were confcious to their Love ; 
 
 From this ill-omen'd Hour in Time arofe 
 
 Debate and Death, and all fucceeding Woes. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 What mean thefe wing'd ill Omens of the Air, 
 That, patting, brufh me with their deadly Pinions, 
 And feem the forlorn Hope of Fate? — Den. Rin.St Arm. 
 
 The Owl fhriek'd at thy Birth ; an evil Sight ! 
 The Night-Crow cry'd, foreboding lucklefs Time ; 
 Dogs howl'd j and hideous Temperts (hook down Trees : 
 The Raven rook'd her on the Chimneys Top, 
 And chatt r ring Pies in difmal Difcord lung. Shak.Hen.tf.p.n 
 
 How dare you thus perfuade me to diftruft 
 The Promifes of Jove, which, where he makes, 
 Are certain, and can never be recall'd, 
 To follow what a Bird, inconftant Bird, 
 Seems to forewarn, while, with uncertain Wings, 
 Now here, now there, (he cuts the empty Skies ? 
 I care not where fhe flies, what Way (he takes ; 
 Or tow'rds the Right, where with his riling Beams 
 The Sun falutes the Earth ; or tow'rds the Left, 
 Where, fetting, he involves the World in Darknefs. 
 But let us follow what great Jove decrees, 
 Who reigns Almighty over Men and Gods. 
 The only Omen, which forebodes Succefs, 
 Is to fight bravely in our Countrey's Caufe. Broome. Horn 
 
 111 Omens may the guilty tremble at, 
 Make ev'ry Accident a Prodigy, 
 And Monfters frame, where Nature never err'd : 
 May the fcar'd Confcience ftart at falling Meteors, 
 And call the Scream of ev'ry hooting Owl, 
 Or croaking Raven, Fate's mod dreadful Voice r" 
 For me, I laugh at them : Should now the Heav'ns 
 Flame with a thoufand Fires, ne'er feen before, 
 And Thundet beat the Winds from ev'ry Corner, 
 Not for the Calm of all the Univerfe, 
 Would I put off my Joys a Moment longer. Lee. Mith. 
 
 Glory, where art thou ? Fame, Revenge, Ambition, 
 Where are you fled ? There's Ice upon my Nerves :j 
 My Salt, my Metal, and my Spirits gone, 
 Pall'd as a Slave, that's Bed-rid with an Ague : 
 I with my Flefh were off. What now ! Thou bleed'ft ! 
 Three, and no more! What then ? And why what then? 
 But juft three Drops ! And why not juft three Drops, 
 As well as four or five, or five and twenty ? 
 
 Muft I ftumble too ? 
 
 Away 
 
O M 6zf 
 
 Away ye Dreams : What if it thunder'd now ? 
 
 Or ir a Raven crofs'd me in my Way ? 
 
 Or now it comes, becaufe laft Night I dreamt 
 
 The Council-Hall was hung with Crimfon round, 
 
 And all the Cieling plailter'd o'er with Black. 
 
 No more, blue Fires, and ye dull rouling Lakes, 
 
 Fathomlefs Caves, ye Dungeons of the Night j 
 
 Phantoms, be gone : If I muft die, I'll fall 
 
 True Politician, and defie you all. Dryd. D. of Guifer. 
 
 Thus ended he; then, with Obfervance due, 
 The facred Incenfe on her Altar threw : 
 The curling Smoke mounts heavy from the Fires: 
 At length it catches Flame, and in a Bhz.e expires : 
 At once the gracious Goddefs gave the Sign ; 
 Her Statue ffiook, and trembled all the Shrine : 
 Pleas'd Palamon the tardy Omen took : 
 For, iince the Flames purfu'd the trailing Smoke, 
 He knew his Boon was granted ; but the Day 
 To Diftance driv'n, and Joy adjourn'd with long Delays 
 
 (Dryd. Chauc. Pal. & Arc 
 The Flames afcend on either Altar clear, 
 While thus the blamelefs Maid addrefs'd her Pray'r: 
 When lo ! The burning Fire, that fhone Co bright, 
 Flew off, all fudden, with extinguifh'd Light ; 
 And left one Altar dark, a little Space ; 
 Which turn'd, felf-kindled, and renew'd the Blaze : 
 That other Victor Flame a Moment flood, 
 Then fell; and lifelefs left th' extinguifli'd Wood : 
 For ever loft, th' irrevocable Light 
 Forfook the black'ning Coals, and funk to Night : 
 At either End it whiffled as it flew, *?. 
 
 And as the Brands were green, fo dropp'd the Dew ; V 
 Infected, as it fell, with Sweat of fanguine Hue. J? 
 
 The Maid from that ill Omen turn'd her Eyes, 
 And with loud Shrieks and Clamours rent the Skies ; 
 Nor knew what fignify'd the boding Sign ; 
 But found the Pow'rs difpleas'd, -and fear'd the Wrath Di- 
 (vine. Dryd. Chau. Pal. & Arc 
 The Champion ceas'd : There follow'd in the Clofe 
 A hollow Groan, a murm'iing Wind arofe: 
 The Rings oflr'n, that on the Doors were hung, 
 Sent out a jarring Sound, and harfhly rung : 
 The bolted Gates flew open at the Blaft ; 
 The Storm rufli'd in, and Arcite flood aghaft: 
 The Flames were blown afide ; yet fhone they bright, 
 Fann'd by the Wind j and gave a rurHed Light, 
 
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 Then from the Ground a Scent began to rife, 
 Sweet- fmelling, as accepted Sacrifice : 
 This Omen pleas'd ; and, as the Flames afpire, 
 "With od'rous Incenfe Avcite heaps the Fire : 
 Nor wanted Hymns to Mars; nor heathen Charms: 
 At Length the nodding Statue clafh'd his Arms, 
 And, wjth a fullen Sound, and feeble Cry, 
 Half funk, and half pronounc'd, the Word of Victory : 
 For this, with Soyl devout, he thank'd the God ; 
 And, of Succefs fecure, return'd to his Abode. Dryd. 
 
 (Chaise. Pal. & Arc. 
 'Twas this the Morning Omens did foretel : 
 Thrice from my trembling Hand the Patch-Box fell : 
 The tott'ring China {hook without a Wind j 
 Nay, Poll fate mute j and Shock was moft unkind ! Pog*. 
 
 OPINION. 
 
 Opinion is the Rate of Things ; 
 
 From hence our Peace does flow : 
 I have a better Fate than Kings, 
 Becaufe I' think it Co. Orinda. 
 If what I lofe, is in itfelf no Good ; 
 But on Opinion founded,, and Miftakej 
 Opinion then may all I've loft reftore : 
 ? Tis but to think, that I am not unhappy. Big. Gen. Conq. 
 
 OTTORTUNITT. 
 
 ■ How frrangely am I tempted 
 
 "With Opportunity, which, like a fuadain Guft, 
 Has fwell'd my calmer Thoughts into a Tempeft ! 
 
 Accurfed Opportunity !— < ■ - 
 
 The Midwife, and the Bawd to all our Vices : 
 That work'ft our Thoughts into Defires ; Delires 
 To Refolutions : And thefe being ripe, ami quicken'd, 
 Thou giv'ft them Birth, and bring'it them forth to Action, 
 Thou, when my dire and bloody Refolutions, 
 
 Like lick and froward Children, 
 
 Wete rock'd afleep by Reafon or Religion, 
 
 Thou, like a vi'lent Noife, com'ft ruftimg in, (Sophy. 
 
 And mak'ft them wake,and ftart to new Unquietnefs. Denh. 
 
 Thou ftrong Seducer, Opportunity ! (Gran, p. 2. 
 
 Of Womankind half are undone by thee. Dryd. Co^of 
 
 I believe her honeft yet : 
 Her Body not acquainted with the Sin : 
 But, if her Thoughts run foul, her Mind's n Whore, 
 
 And 
 
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 And the next Opportunity compleats 
 
 My black Difhonour. South. Difapp. 
 
 She only wants an Opportunity, 
 Her Soul's a Whore already. Dryd. Troil .& Cref, 
 When Hudibras this Language heard, 
 He prick'd up's Ears, and ftroak'd his Beard : 
 Thought he, this is the lucky Hour : 
 Wines work, when Vines are in the Flow'r. 
 This Crifis then I'll fet my Reft on, 
 And put her boldly to the Queftion. Hud. 
 Thus (he, who Princes had deny'd, 
 
 With all their Pomp and Train, 
 Was in the lucky Minute try'd, 
 And yielded to the Swain. Roch. 
 Take heed, and mark your Opportunity : 
 For if the Woman lays it in your Way, 
 And you o'erfee it, (he is loft for ever. Lee. Theod> 
 
 That Hour is loft ; 
 
 The Gods and Opportunity ride Poft. Lee. Sophon, 
 
 ORACLE. 
 
 The God of Delphos did forewarn me 
 With thund'ting Oracles : Behold the fwelling Prieft I 
 Methinks I have his Image now in View : 
 He mounts the Tripos in a Minutes Space, 
 His clouded Head Knocks at the Temple Roof j COEdip. 
 While from his Mouth thefe difmal Words are heard. Lee, 
 
 The God then (hook the holy Ground; *J 
 
 The Laurels, and the lofty Hills around : > 
 
 And from the Tripos rufh'd a bell'wing Sound. S 
 
 Proftrate we fell j confefs'd the prefent God $ 
 Who gave this Anfwer from his dark Abode. Dryd. Virg, 
 
 Where would thy fond, thy vain Inquiry go ? 
 What myftick Fate, what Secret wouldft thou know ? 
 What j would'ft thou know, if, what we Value here, 
 Life, be a Trifle hardly worth our Care ? 
 What by old Age and Length of Days we gain> 
 More than to lengthen out the Senfe of Pain ? 
 Or, if this World, with all its Forces join'd, 
 The univerfal Malice of Mankind, 
 Can (hake or hurt the brave and honed Mind ? 
 If ftable Virtue can her Ground maintain, 
 While Fortune feebly threats, and frowns in vain? 
 If Good in la"zy Speculations dwell, 
 And bareto be the Will of. doing well * 
 
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 Ir Right be independent of Succefs, 
 And Conquefl cannot make it more or lefs ? 
 Tis known ; *cis plain ; 'ris all already told j 
 And horned Ammon can no more unfold : 
 From God deriv'd, to God by Nature join'd, 
 We act the Dictates of his mighty Mind : 
 And, tho' the Priefts are mute, and Temples ftill, 
 God never wants a Voice tofpeak his Will : 
 When firft we from the teeming Womb arebrought, 
 With inborn Precepts then our Souls were fraught j 
 And then the Maker his new Creatures taught : 
 Then, when he form'd and gave us to be Men, 
 He gave us all our ufeful Knowledge, then : 
 Letthofe weak Minds, who live in doubt and fear, 
 To juggling Priefts for Oracles repair : . 
 One certain Hour of Death, to each decreed, 
 MynVd, my certain Soul from Doubt has free'd: 
 The Coward and the Brave are doom'd to fall j 
 And, when Jove told this Truth, he told us all. Row. Luc. 
 Prcfcience is Heav'n's alone, not giv'n to Man. Cong. 
 
 CM. Bride. 
 Vifions and Oracles ftill doubtful are, 
 And ne'er expounded 'till th' Event of War: 
 The Gods Foreknowledge on our Swords will wait; 
 If we fight well, they mtrft fbrefhew good Fate. Dr.T.Lov. 
 
 How doubtfully thefe Spectres Fate foretel : 
 In double Senfe and twilight Truth they dwell j 
 Likefawning Courtiers for Succefs they wait ; (Love. 
 
 And then come fmiling, and declare for Fate. Dryd. Tyr_ 
 
 Ev'n Oracles themfelves 
 Are always doubtful, and are often forg'd. Dryd. OEdip.. 
 
 ORANGE-TREE. 
 
 From a warm Clime, and gen'rous Soil, 
 This Plant, remov'd, deludes our Toil ; 
 Bifdains what baffled' Art has done, 
 And, drooping, mourns the diftant Sun ; 
 Yct,Mir3, near thy Bbfom plac'd, 
 Itfhall new Life, new Pleafure tafte ; 
 Sweets, more than Nature gave, difpence : 
 Not lend thee Charms, but borrow thence : 
 See the young Fruit thy Pow*Sr confefs ! 
 Ripen'd by thy aufpicious Eyes 
 And eager to beftow the Prize, 
 For which thy matchlefs Beauties call, ' 
 
 Each kindles to a golden Ball : 
 Love's fmiling Queen, whofe tender Aid, 
 Prote&s the Myrtle's fragrant Shade, Fore- 
 
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 Foreknowing what thy Charms would be, 
 Left.to thy Choice this fairer Tree. Ha'r. To Mira, 
 (with a Bough of an Orange-Tree. 
 
 ORATOR. 
 
 As when of old fome Orator renown'd 
 In Athens or free Rome, where Eloquence 
 Flourifla'd, fince mute, to fome great Caufeaddrefs'd, 
 Stood in himfelf collected, while each Part, ('Loft, 
 
 Motion, each Art won Audience ere the Tongue. Mik. Par. 
 
 As learned Orators, that touch the Heart, 
 With various Aclion raife their foothing Art : 
 Both Head and Hand affeft thelift'ning Throng, 
 And humour each Expreffion of the Tongue. Gay*. 
 
 ORDER. ■ 
 
 Order, by which all Things are made, 
 And this great World's Foundation laid, 
 Is nothing elfe but Harmony, 
 Where diff'rent Parts are brought t' agree. 
 As Empires are ftillbeft maintain'd, 
 By th' Ways which firft their Greatnefs gain'd $. 
 So in this univerfal Frame, 
 What made and keeps it, is the fame. 
 Thus all Things unto Peace ftill tend 3 
 Ev'n Difcords have it for their End. 
 The Caufe why Elements ftill fight, 
 Is but their Inftinct to unite. 
 Mufick could never pleafe the Senfe,. 
 But by united Excellence : 
 The fweeteft Note, which Numbers know, 
 If (truck alone, would tedious grow. Orinda. 
 
 ORESTES, haunted by Furies, 
 
 Like mad Oreftes, when his Mother's Ghoft, 
 Full in his Face, infernal Torches tofs'd ; 
 And fhook her ihaky Locks : He fhuns the Sight} n 
 
 Flies o'er the Stage, furpriz'd with mortal Fright, (Vir. V 
 The Furies guard the Doar, and intercept his Flight. Dr.^y 
 
 Why gafps the Earth with ghaftly Yawns before me, 
 While Hell, unwilling, from the Centre buifts, 
 To (hew me Forms, that fright my trembling Genius, 
 Blaft all my Faculties, unhinge my Realbn, 
 . And ia a Moment make mc ftart to Madnefs ? Den. Iphig. 
 
 r Oieilcs, 
 
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 Oreftes then, ftarting in dreadful manner, 
 Fhc'd on the empty Air his ftaring Eyes $ 
 He fliook his Temples, and his Teeth he gnaih'd. 
 And then he fetch'd a Groan, that feem'd to rend 
 His vital Thread afundev: then, like a Lion, 
 
 He formidably roar'd Doft thou not fee, 
 
 Doft thou not fee th' abominable Fiend ? 
 
 Doft thou not fee th' inexorable Fury ? 
 
 Look, how her bloody Mouth (pouts purple Foam, 
 
 And her black Noftrils, Cataracts of Fire ! 
 
 Gods ! how her cruel Eyes fhoot Horrours thro' my Soul \ 
 
 Save me, y' eternal Pow'rs, for fee, fhe comes ! 
 
 The dreadful Goddefs comes ! and now fhe raves, 
 
 And now her ruffing, curling Snakes erect 
 
 Their coal-black Crefts, and dart their forky Tongues : 
 
 Do you fee their odious Eyes? I can not bear them. 
 
 Damnation ! How their firy Glances fting me .' 
 
 But, oh! what Shape, what difmal Shape is that, 
 
 That, ftaring Wide with ftony Eyes behind them, 
 
 Appears more dreadful than ten thoufand Furies ? 
 
 The reft with hollow dying Sound 
 
 Imperfeaiy pronouncing, 
 
 He foam'd, he inward rourd his ghaltly Eyes, 
 
 And, groaning, down he fell intranc'd before us. Den.Iphijfr 
 
 ORNAMENT. 
 
 The World is ft ill deceiv'd with Ornament : 
 In Law, what Plea fo tainted and corrupt, 
 But, being feafon'd with a gracious Voice, 
 And cover'd with fair fpecious Subtleties, 
 Obfcures the Show of Reafon ? In Religion, 
 What damned Errour, but fome fober Brow 
 Will blefs it, and approve ic with a Text ? 
 There is no Vice fo artlefs, but afliimes 
 Some Mark of Virtue on its outward Parts ; 
 Hiding the Grofsnefs with fair Ornament, 
 How many Cowards, with Livers white as Milk^ 
 Have Backs of Brawn, and wear upon their Chins 
 The Beard of Hercules, and frowning Mars ! 
 Look ev'n on Beauty : what are thofe crifped Locks, 
 That make fuch wanton Gambols with the Wind, 
 What, but the Dow'ry of a fecond Head ; 
 The Skull, that bred them, in the Sepulchre ? 
 Thus Ornament is as a beauteous Scarf, 
 Veiling Deformity. — -^- Shak, & £anfd. lew of Ven. 
 
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 ORPHEUS. 
 
 The Thracian Bard, unrounded by the reft, 
 There ftands confpicuous in his flowing Veft : 
 His flying Fingers, and harmonious Quill, (Dr. Vir. 
 
 Strike fcv'n diftinguifh'd Notes, and fev'n at once they fill. 
 
 ■ His tuneful Thracian Lyre 
 
 Infernal Cerberus did foon afifwage, 
 Lull'd him to Reft: and footh'd his triple Rage. Row. Lu«. 
 
 The Thracian Swain 
 
 With Mufick charm'd the Shades ; brought back his fair, 
 His lov'd Eurydice to open Air. Laud. V irg. 
 
 Thus Orpheus, arm'd with his enchanting Lyre, 
 The ruthlefs King with Pity could infpire j 
 And from the Shades below redeem his W^fe. Dr. Virg. 
 
 For Crimes, not his, the Lover loft his Life j 
 To fliun thy lawlefsLuft, his dying Bride, 
 Unwary, took along the River's Side : 
 Nor at her Heels pevceiv'd the deadly SnaAe 
 That kept the Bank, in Covert of the Brake. Dr. Virg, 
 But, ere (he knew the Foe, fhe felt the mortal Wound: 
 Orpheus to doleful Strains his Strings did move, 
 And ftrove to folace his uneafy Love : 
 Thee, thee, dear Wife, on defart Shores, alone, 
 He mourn'd at riling, and at fetting Sun : 
 His reftlefs Love did nat'ral Fears expel j 
 He dar'dto enter the black Jaws of Hell: 
 He faw the Grove, where gloomy Horrours fpread j 
 TheGhofts; the ghaftly Tyrant of the Dead £ 
 Andthofe rough Pow'rs, that there feverely reign $ 
 Unus'd to Pity, when poor Men complain : Creech. Virg, 
 AH Dangers paft, at length the lovely Bride 
 In Safety goes with her melodious Guide : 
 He firft, and clofe behind him follow'd fhe ; 
 For fuch was Proferpine's fevere Decree : 
 When ftrong Denies th' impatient Youth invade,, 
 By little Caution, and much Love betray'd : 
 A Fault, which eafy Pardon might receive, 
 Were Lovers Judges, or could Hell forgive. 
 For, near the Confines of etherial Light, 
 And longing for the glimm*ring of a Sight, 
 Th' unwary Lover caft his Eyes behind. 
 Forgetful of the Law, nor Mafter of his Mind: 
 Strait all his Hopes exhal'd in empty Smoke j 
 And his long Toils were forfeit for a Look : 
 
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 Three Flaflies of blue Lightning gave the Sign 
 
 Of Cov'nants broke ; three Peals of Thunder join. 
 
 Then, inftant, from his Eyes the fleeting Fair. 1 
 
 Retir'd, like fubtile Smoke, diiTolv'd in Airj J> 
 
 And left her hopelefs Lover in Defpair. J 
 
 In vain, with folding Arms, the Youth aflay'd 
 
 To flop her Flight ; and ftrain the flying Shade: 
 
 He prays ; he raves ; all Means in vain he tries, ^ 
 
 With Rage inflam'd, aftonifh'd with Surprize : £ 
 
 But fhe return'd no more, to blefs his longing Eyes. ^ 
 
 Nor would th' infernal Ferry-man once more 
 
 Be brib'd to waft him to the farther Shore : 
 
 What fhould he do, who twice had loft his Love ? 
 
 What Notes invent ? what new Petitions move ? 
 
 Her Soul already was confign'd to Fate j 
 
 And (hiv'ring in the leaky Skuller fate: 
 
 For fev'n continu'd Months, if Fame fay true, 
 
 The wretched Swain his Sorrows did renew j 
 
 Sad Orpheus thus his tedious Hours employs, 
 
 Averfe from Venus, and from nuptial ]oys : 
 
 Alone he tempts the frozen Floods, alone 
 
 Th* unhappy Climes, where Spring was never known. 
 
 He mourn'd his wretched Wife, in vain reftor'd ; 
 
 And Pluto's unavailing Boondeplor'd. 
 
 The Thracian Matrons, who the Youth accus'd 
 
 Of Love difdain'd, and Marriage Rites refus'd, 
 
 With Furies andno&urnal Orgies nVd, 
 
 At length againft his facred Lifeconfpir'd : 
 
 Whom ev'n the falvage Beafts had fpar'd, they kill'd, 
 
 And ftrew'd his mangled Limbs about the Field: 
 
 Then, when his Head, from his fair Shoulders torn, 
 
 Wafh'd by the Waters, was on Hebrus borne ; 
 
 Ev'n then his trembling Tongue invok'd his Bride $ O 
 
 With his laft Voice, Eurydice, he cry'd : S 
 
 Eurydice, the Rocks and River-Banks reply'd. Dr. Virg. J 
 
 So when the facred Thracian Lyre was drown'd, 
 In the Biftonian Women's mixed Sound, 
 The wond'ring Stones, that came before to hear, 
 Forgot themielves, and turn'd hi* Murd'i ers there. CowL 
 
 O R S I N. 
 
 Next march'd brave Orfin, famous for 
 Wife Conduct, and Succefs in War : 
 With folemn March, and (lately Pace, 
 But far more grave and folemn Face j 
 
 This 
 
OR 63; 
 
 This Leader was of Knowledge great, 
 
 Either for Charge, or for Retreat : 
 
 He knew when to fall on Pell-mell, 
 
 To fallback, and retreat, as well ; 
 
 None ever a&ed both Parts bolder, 
 
 Borh of a Chieftain, and a Soldier : 
 
 He was of great Defcent and high, 
 
 For Splendour and Antiquity j 
 
 And from celeft ial Oigine 
 
 Deriv'd himfelf in a right Line. 
 
 Not as the antient Heros did, 
 
 Who, that their bafe Births might be hid, 
 
 Knowing they were of doubtful Gender, 
 
 And that they came in at a Windore, 
 
 Made Jupiter himfelf, and others 
 
 O'th' Gods Gallants to their own Mothers, 
 
 To get on them a Race of Champions, 
 
 Of whom old Homer firft made Lampoons. 
 
 Arclophylax in Northern Sphere 
 
 Was his undoubted Anceftor : 
 
 From him his great Forefathers came, 
 
 And in all Ages bore his Name. 
 
 Learned he was in med'cinal Lore, 
 
 And by his Side a Pouch he wore, 
 
 Replete with ftrange Hermetick Powder, 
 
 Which Wounds nine Miles, poirft-blank, would folder j 
 
 By skilful Chymift, with great Coft, 
 
 Extracted from a rotten Poft j 
 
 But of a heav'nlier Influence 
 
 Than that, which Mountebanks difpenfe ; 
 
 For, as when Slovens do amifs 
 
 At others Doors, by Stool or Pifs, 
 
 The Learned write, a red-hot Spit, 
 
 Being prudently apply'd to it, 
 
 Will convey Mifchief from the Dung 
 
 Unto the Part, that did the Wrong, 
 
 So this did Healing, and as fure 
 
 As that did Mifchief, this would cure. 
 
 Thus virtuous Orfin was endu'd 
 With Learning, Conduct, Fortitude, 
 Incomp'rable : and, as the Prince 
 Of Poets, Homer, fung long fince, 
 A skilful Leech is better far 
 Than half a hundred Men of War, 
 So he appeav'd ; and by his Skill, 
 No lefs than Dint of Sword, could Kill. Hud. 
 
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 Forme, alas. 1 Outcaft of human Race, 
 Love's Anger only waits, and dire Difgrace : 
 For lo ! thefe Hands in Murther are imbru'd ; 
 Thefe trembling Feet fey Juftice are purfu'd : 
 Fate calls aloud, and haftens me away, 
 A fliameful Death attends my longer flay ; 
 And I this Night muft fly from thee and Love, 
 Condemn'd in lonely Woods a banifh'd Man to rove* 
 Vainly thou tell'ft me, what the Woman's Care 
 Shall in the wildnefs of the Wood prepare. 
 Nor Solitude, nor gentle Peace of Mind, 
 Miftaken Maid, (halt thou in Forefts find : 
 'Tis long fmce Cynthia and her Train were there i 
 Or Guardian Gods made Innocence their Care. 
 Vagrants and Outlaws (hall offend thy View : 
 For fuch muft be my Friends; a hideous Crew, 
 By adverfe Fortune mix'd in fbcial 111 ; 
 Train'd to affault, and difciplin'd to kill : 
 Their common Loves, a lewd abandon'd Pack ; 
 The Beadles Lafh ftfll flagrant on their Back ; 
 By Sloth corrupted,- by Diforder fed ; 
 Made bold by Want, and proftitute for Bread : 
 With fuch muft Emma hunt the tedious Day, 
 Aaift their Vrience, and divide the Prey: 
 With fuch fhe muft return at fett in g Light, 
 Tho' not Partaker, Witnefs of their Night : 
 Thy Ear, inur'd to charitable Sounds, 
 And pitying Love, muft feel the hateful Wound* 
 Of Jeifc obfcene, and vulgar Ribaldry ; 
 The ill bred Queftion, and the lewd Reply : 
 Brought by long Habitude from bad to worfey 
 Muft hear the frequent Oath, the direful Curfe, 
 The lateft Weapon of the Wretch's War; 
 And Blafphemy, fad Comrade of Defpair. Prior*. 
 
 Thus Out-laws op?n Villany maintain ; 
 They fteal not, but in Squadrons fcour the Plain. 
 And, if their Pow'r the PafTcngers fubdue, 
 The moft have Right; the Wrong is in the few. Dr. Med. 
 
 Scriech-0 W L. 
 
 The lefTer Owl, the filthy Bird of Night, (Laud. Virg. 
 Which haant9 'mongft ruin'd Buildings, Tombs and Urns. 
 
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 Th'obfcure Bird clamour'd the live-long Night. Sh.Mac. 
 
 Thrice, in loud Screams, the Scriech-Owlmourn'd. Hop. 
 
 Ovid. 
 
 He knew th' ill Omen by her fcreaming Cry, 
 And ftridour of her Wings. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 ■ ■ Forbear to fright 
 
 My tender Soul, ye baleful Birds of Night : 
 
 The lathing of your Wings I know too well j 
 
 The founding Flight, and fun'ral Screams of Hell. Dr.Virg. 
 
 OXFORD. 
 
 My artlefs Reed attempts this lofty Theme, 
 Where facred His rouls her antient Stream : 
 In cloifter'd Domes, the great Philippa'S Pride ; 
 Where Learning blooms, while Fame and Worth prefide: 
 Where the fifth Henry Arts and Arms was taught ; 
 And Edward form'd his Crefly, yet unfought : 
 Where laurel'd Bards have ftruck the warbling Strings 3 
 The Seat of Sages, and the Nurfe of Kings. Tickell. 
 
 P. 
 
 VAIN. 
 
 He's doom'd to Pains, at which theDamn'd will tremble^ 
 And take their own for Joys. Den. Ap. 8c Virg. 
 
 Such Pains he felt, as Women in theirTravail, 
 When the Ilithyae, who prefide o'er Births, 
 Thofe dreadful Parents of raoft racking Pangs, 
 Send forth their (harped Darts, their keened Pains, 
 To torture and diltrefs the wretched Mother. Broome.Hom, 
 
 Long Pains, with ufe of bearing are half eas'd. Dr .St. of In, 
 
 FAINTER and PAINTING. 
 
 Painters, who firft Proportion underdand, 
 With eafy Practice reach a Mafter's Hand. Dryd. 
 
 Wife Artifts mix their Colours fo, 
 
 That by Degrees they from each other go : 
 
 Black Heals unheeded from the neighb'ring White, 
 
 Without offending the well-coz.en'd Sight. Dryd. 
 
 Behold the Painter who with Nature drives : 
 He views her various Scenes, intent to trace 
 The Mafter-Liaes that form her finifh'd Face. 
 
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 His Strokes affect with Nature's felf to vie, 
 
 •And with falfe Lite arnufe the doubtful Eye. 
 
 Such is the Artift's wond'rous Pow'r, that we 
 
 Ev'n pidtur'd Souls and colour'd Padions fee ; 
 
 Where without Words, peculiar Eloquence! 
 
 The bufie Figures fpeak their various Senfe. Blac. Create 
 
 His Pieces Co with their live Objects ftrive, 
 That both or Pictures feem, or both alive. 
 Mature her felf, amaz.'d, does doubting ftand, 
 Which is her own, and which the Painter's, Hand. Cowl. 
 
 Adonis painted by a running Brook, 
 And Cytherea all in Sedges hid, 
 Which feem to move and wanton with her Breath, 
 Ev'n as the waving Sedges play with Wind : 
 And Daphne roaming thro' a thorny Wood ; 
 Her Legs all fcratch'd, that one would fwear they bleed, 
 While at the Sight the fad Apollo weeps : (of the Shrew. 
 So workmanly the Blood and Tears are drawn ! Shak. Tam, 
 
 Fain would I Raphael's Godlike Art rehearfe, 
 And (hew th'immortal Labours in my Verfe : 
 Where, from the mingled Strength of Shade and Light, 
 A new Creation rifes to my Sight : 
 Such heav'nly Figures fromjris Pencil flow ! 
 So warm with Life his blended Colours glow ! 
 From Theme to Theme with fecret Pleafure toft : 
 Amidft the foft Variety I'm loft. Add. 
 ' Promotheus could not with more curious Art 
 True Shape and Beauty to his Clay impart : 
 To give it Life he ftole celeftial Fire $ 
 But thou without that Help can'ft Soul's infpire ; 
 And ftrike the flinty Heart, and kindle fierce Defire. 
 Faint Draughts of Beauty raife but mean Delight ; 
 Kneller's give full Enjoyment to the Sight. 
 
 So Birds at the diffembled Clufters flew; 
 Which with impofing Likenefs Zeuxis drew : 
 So common Art our mortal Senfe controuls ; 
 But Kneller's Hand deceives unbody'd Souls. ■ - 
 
 I yield, O Kneller, to fuperior Skill, 
 Thy Pencil triumphs o'er the Poet's Skill: 
 If yet my vanquifn'd Mufe exert her Lays, 
 It is no more to rival thee, but praife : 
 Oft have I rry'd with unavailing Care, 
 To trace fome Image of the much lov'd Fair : 
 But ftill my Numbers ineffectual prov'd, 
 And rather fhew'd how much, than whom, I lov'd: 
 But thy unerring Hands, with matchlefs Art, 
 Have (hewn my Eyes th'ImpreiTion in my Heart. 
 
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 The bright Idea both exifts and lives; 
 Such vital Heat thy genial Pencil gives ! 
 Its daring Point, not to the Face confin'd, 
 Can penetrate the Heart, and paint the Mind. 
 Others fome faint Refemblance may exprefs, 
 Which, as 'tis drawn by Chance, we find by Guefs: 
 Thy Pictures raife no Doubts, when brought to view; 
 At once they're known, and feem to us to know. 
 Tranfcendent Artill ! How compleatthy Skill! 
 Thy Pow'r to aft is equal to thy Will. 
 Nature and Art, in thee, alike contend, 
 Not to oppofe each other, but befriend : 
 For, what thy Farcfy.has with Fire defign'd, 
 Is, by thy Skill, both temper'd and refin'd. 
 As, in thy Pi&ures, Light confents with Shade, 
 And each to other is fubfervient made, 
 Judgment and Genius, fo, concur in thee, 
 And both unite in perfed Harmony. Cong. 
 To great Apelles when young Ammon brought 
 
 The darling Idol of his captive Heart; 
 And pleas'd the Miftrefs to the Painter fate, 
 
 To have her Charms recorded by his Art : 
 Th' amorous Mafter own'd her potent Eyes; 
 
 Sigh'd when he look'd, and trembled as he ekew : 
 Each flowing Line confirmed his fivir. Surprize ; 
 
 And, as the Piece advane'd, the Paflion grew. 
 While Philip's Son, while Venus' Son was near, 
 What dirT'rent Tortures did his Bofom feel ! 
 Great was the Rival, and the God fevere : 
 
 Nor could he hide his Flame, nor durft reveal. 
 The Prince, renown'd in Bounty as in Arms, 
 
 With Pity (aw the ill-concealM Diftrefs ; 
 Quitted his Title to Campafpe's Charms, 
 
 And gave the fair One to the Friends Embrace. 
 Thus the more beauteous Chloe fate to thee, 
 O Howard, emulous of the GsecianArti 
 But happy thou, from Cupid's Arrow free, 
 
 And Flames that piere'd thy PredecefTor's Heart. 
 Had thy poor Breafi: receiv'd an equal Pain, 
 
 Had I been vefted with the Monarch's Pow'r ; 
 Thou mufl have ligh'd, unhappy Youth, in vain; 
 
 Nor from my Bounty had* it thou found a Cure. 
 Yet to evince thee, that the Friend did feel 
 A kind Concern for thy ill- fated Care ; 
 I would havefopth'd the Flame I could not heal, 
 
 Giv'n thee the World, tho' I with-held the Fair. Prior. 
 
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 'Tis ev'ry Painter's Art to hide from Sight, 
 And caft in Shades, what, feen, would not delight. Dryd. 
 
 The famous Painter could allow no Place 
 For private Sorrow in a Prince's Face - 
 Yet, that his Piece might not exceed Belief, 
 He call a Veil upon fuppofed Grief. Wall. 
 
 But Pencils can by one flight Touch re/lore 
 Smiles to that changed Face that wept before. Dryd, 
 
 Pi&ure no more maintain'd the doubtful Strife 
 With Nature's Scenes, nor gave the Canvas Life. Fentoa. 
 
 — — Where Verrio's Colours fall, 
 They leave inanimate the naked Wall. Pope. 
 
 So when the faithful Pencil has defign'd 
 Some fair Idea of the Matter's Mind ; 
 Where a new World leaps out at his Command , 
 And ready Nature waits upon his Hand j 
 When the ripe Colours foften and unite, 
 And fweetly melt into juft. Shade and Light ; 
 When mellowing Time does full Perfection give, 
 And each bold Figure juft begins to live ; 
 The treach'rous Colours in few Years decay ; 
 And all the bright Creation fades away. Pope. 
 
 0» the Difcovery of a Lady's Painting. 
 Pygmalion's Fate revers'd is mine, 
 
 His Marble Love took Flefli and Flood ; 
 All that I worfhipp'd as divine, 
 
 That Beauty, now 'tis underftood, 
 Appears to have no more of Life, 
 Than that whereof he fram'd his Wife. 
 A real Beauty, tho' too near, 
 
 The fond Narciffus did admire ^ 
 I doat on that which is no where ; 
 
 The Sign of Beauty feeds my Fire. 
 No mortal Flame was e'er fo cruel 
 As this, which thus fui vives the Fuel. Wall, 
 
 Of the Mifreport of her being painted. 
 As when a Sort of Wolves infeft the Night 
 With their wild Howlings at fair Cynthia's Light, 
 The Noife may chafe fweet Slumber from our Eyes, 
 But never reach the Miftrefs of the Skies : 
 So with the News of Sachariffa's Wrongs, 
 Her vexed Servants blame thofe envious Tongues j 
 Call Love to wtenefs, that no painted Fire 
 Can fcorch Men fo, or kindle luch Defire j 
 "While, unconcerned, (he fe^ms mov'd no more 
 
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 With this new Malice, than our Loves before ; 
 -But from the Height of her great Mind looks down 
 On both our Paflions, without Smile or Frown- 
 So little Care of what is done below, 
 Hath the bright Dame, whom Heav'n affe£teth fo : 
 Paints her, 'tis true, with the fame Hand, which fpreads 
 Like various Colours thro' the flow'ry Meads; 
 When lavi(h Nature, with her beft Attire,^ 
 Cloaths the gay Spring, the Seafon of Derire : 
 Paints her, 'tis true, and does her Cheeks adorn 
 With the fame Art, wherewith fhe paints the Morn ; 
 With the fame Art, wherewith fhe gildeth fo 
 Thofe painted Clouds, which form Thaumantias'Bow. WalJ. 
 
 P A L L A S. 
 
 O Patronefs of Arms, unfpotted Maid ! Dryd. Virg, 
 Pallas, the Guardian of the Bold and Wife. Add. Ovid, 
 
 Goddefs of Wifdom. — — Pope. Horn. 
 
 *- — The blue-ey'd Maid, 
 
 Jove's heav'nly Daughter flood confefs'd in Sight, 
 
 Like a fair Virgin in her beauteous Bloom j 
 
 Skill'd in th'illuflrious Labours of the Loom. Pope. Horn. 
 
 When lo ! the Guardian Goddefs of the Wife, . 
 Celeflial Pallas flood before his Eyes : 
 In Show a youthful Swain of Form divine, 
 Who feem'd defcended from fome Princely Line : 
 A graceful Robe her flender Body drefs'd ; 
 Around her Shoulders flew the waving Veft : 
 Her decent Hand a fhining Jav'lin bore, 
 And painted Sandals on her Feet fhe wore. Pope. Horn. 
 
 She fiernly caft her glaring Eyes around ; 
 That fparkled as they rowl'd, and feem'd to threat : 
 Her heav'nly Limbs diilil'd a briny Sweat : 
 Twice from the Ground fhe leap'd : was feen to wield 
 Her brandifh'd Lance, and fhake her horrid Shield. Dr.Vli gr 
 
 Could angry Pallas, with revengeful Spleen, 
 The Grecian Navy burn, and drown the Men? 
 She, for the Fault of one offending Foe, 
 The Bolts of Jove himfelf prefum'd to throw: 
 With Whirlwinds from beneath fhe tofs'd the Ship ; 
 And bare expos'd the Bofom of the Deep : 
 Then, as an Eagle gripes the trembling Game, 
 The Wretch, yet hiding with her Father's Flame, 
 She ftrongly feiz/d ; and, with a burning Wound, 
 Tranfixr, and, naked, on a Rock (he bound. Dryd. Virg. 
 
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 Thus new-born Pallas did the Gods fur prize, 
 When, fpringing forth from Jove's new-doling Wound, 
 She (truck the warlike Spear into the Ground : 
 Which fprouting Leaves did fuddenly inclofe, 
 And peaceful Olives (haded as they rofe. Dryd. 
 Pallas, in Care of Human-kind, 
 The fruitful Olive firft defign'd : 
 Deep in the Glebe her Spear (he lanc'd, 
 When, all at once, the laden Boughs advanc'd : 
 The Gods with Wonder view'd the teeming Earth, 
 And all, with one Confent, approv'd the beauteous Birth. 
 
 Cong 
 \ So Pallas from thedufty Field withdrew; l 
 
 And, when imperial Jove appear'd in View, 3 
 
 Refum'd her female Arts, the Spindle and the Clue ; j 
 Forgot the Sceptre (Tie fo long had fway'd, 
 And, with that Mildnefs, (he had rul'd, obey'd ; 
 Pleas'd with the Change, as unconcern'd as Jove, 
 When inDifguifehe leaves his Pow'r above, 
 And drowns all other Attribute* in Love. Stepn. 
 
 P A L M. 
 
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 Palms by OpprefTion fpeed 
 
 Victorious ; and the Victor's facred Meed 
 
 The Burden lifts them higher. Cowl. David. 
 
 For Palms dill fpread the more, the more with-held. Stepn 
 
 PALMETTO. 
 
 Like the tall Pine it (hoots its (lately Head ; 
 From the broad Top depending Branches fpread : 
 No knotty Limbs the taper Body bears : 
 High on each Bough a (ingle Leaf appears ; 
 Which (hrivel'd in its Infancy remains. 
 Like a clos'd Fan ; nor (Vetches wide its Veins : 
 But, as the Seafons in their Circle run, 
 Opes its ribb'd Surface to the nearer Sun : 
 Beneath the Shade the weary Peafant lies ; 
 Plucks the broad Leaf, and bids the Breez.es rife : 
 Thus artificial Zephyrs round him fly ; 
 And mitigate the Fever of the Sky. Gay. 
 
 PAN. 
 
 Great Pan arriv'd ; and we beheld him too ; 
 His Cheeks and Temples of Vermilion Hue. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 The 
 
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 . — The Guardian of the Bees : 
 
 -The God obfcene, who frights away, (Y ir g* 
 
 Witti his Lath Sword, the Thiefs and Birds of Prey. Dryd. 
 
 And Pan, th* Arcadian God, with Berries preft, 
 And red Vermilion painted, join'd the reft. Trap. Virg. 
 
 The mighty Pan, whofe pow'rful Hand fuftains 
 The fov'raign Crook, that mildly awes the Plains. Duke. 
 
 The mighty Pan delights the lift'ning Swains j 
 With Muhck's fofteft Airs fills all the Plains. 
 The Goat-fac'd Pan, whofe Flocks fecurely feed j 
 With long hung Lip he blows his oaten Reed : 
 The hom'd, the half beaft God, when brisk and gay, 
 With Pine leaves crown'd, provokes the Swains to Play. 
 
 Creech. Lucr. 
 
 Pan taught to join with Wax unequal Reeds : (Virg. 
 
 Pan loves the Shepherds, and their Flocks he feeds. Dryd. 
 
 PARADISE. 
 
 A Man Ron fair, 
 
 Not fram'd of common Earth ; nor Fruits, nor Flow'rs : 
 Of vulgar Growth j but like celeftial Bow'rs : 
 The Soil luxuriant, and the Fruit divine ; *> 
 
 Where golden Apples on green Branches fhine, s 
 
 And purple Grapes diflblve into immortal Wine. S 
 
 For Noon- day's Heat are clofer Arbours made, (Inn. 
 
 And for frefh Ev'ning Air, the op'ner Glade. Dryd. State of 
 Adam ana Eve expend from Paradife. 
 O unexpected Stroke, worfe than of Death ! 
 Muft I thus leave thee, Paradife ? Thus leave 
 Thee, native Soil, thefe happy Walks and Shades, 
 Fit Haunt of Gods ? Where I had Hope to fpend 
 Quiet, tho' fad, the Refpite of that Day, 
 That muft be mortal to us both. O Flow'rs, 
 That never will in other Climate grow, 
 My early Vifitation, and my laft 
 At Ev'n, which 1 bred up with tender Hand 
 From the firft op'ning Bud, and gave you Names, 
 Who now fhall rear you to the Sun, or rank 
 Your Tribes, or water from th'ambrolial Fount? 
 Thee laftly, nuptial Bow'r, by me ac!orn*d 
 With what to Sight or Smell was fwcet ; from thee 
 How (hall I part, and whirhsr wander down 
 Into a lower World, to this ubfcure 
 And wild? How fhall webreatru 3n other Air, 
 Lefs pure, accuftonVd to immortal Fruits ? Milt. Pz<-, Led. 
 „ , , Spoken by $vs, 
 
 [«/•*•] Ff par,. 
 
642 P A 
 
 PARDON. 
 
 Crimes .pardon'd, others to thofe Crimes invite, 
 Whilft Lookers on, fevere Examples fright : 
 When by a pardon'd Murd'rer Blood is fpilt, 
 The Prince that pardon'd has the greater Guilt. 
 When Juftice on Offenders is not done, 
 Law, Government, Commerce, are overthrown j 
 As belieg'd Traytors, with the Foe confpire 
 T'unlock the Gates, and fet the Town on Fire. Denh. 
 
 Great Souls forgive not Injuries, 'till Time 
 Has put their Enemies into their Pow'r, 
 That they may (hew Forgivenefs is their own ; 
 For elfe 'tis Fear to puniin that forgives : 
 The Coward, not the King. Dryd. D. of Guife. 
 
 Who cannot pardon, they can never love. Orinda. 
 
 Tis cheap to pardon, when you would not pay. Dr.D.Seb. 
 
 Begging V A RD O N. 
 
 Thus to the angi y Gods offending Mortals, 
 Made fenfible by lome fevere Affliction, 
 How all their Crimes are regifterM in Heav'n : 
 In that nice Court, how no rafh Word efcapes, 
 But ev'n extrav'gant Thoughts are all fet down : 
 Thus the poor Penitents with Fear approach 
 The rev'rend Shrines, and thus for Mercy bow : 
 Thus, melting too, they wafh the hallow'd Earth, 
 And groan to be forgiv'n. Lee. Theod. 
 
 O from my Soul I do confefs my Cdf 
 The very Blot of Honour ; I'm more black 
 Than thou, in all thy Heat of juft Revenge, 
 With all thy glorious Eloquence, can'ft make me. Lee.Theod. 
 
 Spare my Remembrance, 'twas a guilty Day, 
 And ft ill the Blufh hangs here. Dryd. All for Love. 
 
 Can you forgive the Sallies of my Paifion ? 
 For I have been to blame, Oh much to blame ! 
 Have faid fuch Words, nay, done fuch Adtions too, 
 Bafeas I am, that my aw'a confeious Soul 
 Sinks in ray Breafl j nor dare I lift an Eye 
 On him I have offended. Dryd. Troil. & Cref. 
 
 Oh whither fhall I run to hide me ? 
 
 Where fhall I lower fall ? How (hall I lie 
 
 More grov'ling in your View, and fue for Mercy ? 
 
 Yet 'tis fome Comfort to my wild Defpair, 
 
 Some Joy in Death, that I may kifs your Feet, 
 
 Black as I am with all my Guilt upon me. Lee. L. J. Brut. 
 
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 O my Sratira, my angry Dear ! 
 Turn thy Eyes on me ; 1 would talk to them . 
 What (hall I fay to work upon thy Soul ? 
 Where fhall I throw me ? Whither (hall I fall? 
 Before thy Eyes I'll have a Grave dug up, 
 And peri(h quick, be bury'd (Irak alive : 
 
 give bur, as the Earth grows heavy on me, 
 A tender Look, and a relenting Wcrd j 
 
 Say but, Twas pity that fo great a Man, 
 
 Who had ten thoufand Deaths in Battel Tcap'd, 
 
 For one poor Fault fo early (hould remove, 
 
 And fail a Martyr to the God of« Love. Lee. Alex. 
 
 O turn thee ! turn ! thou barbarous Brightnefs, turn! 
 Hear my laft Words, and fee my utmoft Pangs. Lee. Alex. 
 
 No : thou (halt not force me from thee : 
 
 Ufe me reproachfully, and like a Slave; 
 Tread on me, buffet me, heap Wrongs on Wrongs 
 On my poor Head, I'll bear it all with Patience j 
 Shall weary out thy mod unfriendly Cruelty ; 
 Lie at thy Feet, and kifs them, tho' they fpum me 5 
 Till, wounded by my Sufferings, thou relent, (Pre£ 
 
 And raife me ro thy Arms with dear Forgivenefs. Otw. Ven. 
 ' I've wrong'd thee much, and Heav'n has well aveng'd it ; 
 
 1 have not, lince we parted, been at Peace, 
 
 Nor known one Joy lincere : our broken Friendfhip 
 Purfu'd me to the lalt Retreat of Love, 
 Stood glaring like a Gholt, and made me cold with Horroforr 
 
 Rowe. Fair Pen* 
 
 O kill me here, or tell me my Offence ; 
 Pll never quit you elfe, button thefe Knees, 
 Thus follow you all Day, 'till they're worn bare ; 
 And hang upon you like a drowning Creature. Otw. OrphJ 
 
 Is't then fo hard, Monimia, to forgive 
 A Fault, where humble Love, like mine, implores thee ? 
 For 1 muft love thee, tho' it prove thy Ruin, 
 
 Which Way (hall I court thee ? — --• 
 
 What (hall I do to be enough thy Slave, 
 
 And fatisfy the lovely Pride that's in thee? 
 
 Pll kneel to thee, and weep a Flood before thee: 
 
 Yet prithee, Tyrant, break not quite my Heart ; 
 
 Bur, when my Task of Penitence is over, 
 
 Heal it again, and comfort rae with Love. Otw. Orph» 
 
 ■ I beg for Pity and Forgivenefs: 
 
 By the kind tender Names of Child and Father, 
 Hear my Complaints, and take me to your Love» 
 Remember, I'm your Daughter by a Mother, 
 Virtuous and noble, faithful to your Honour, 
 
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 Obedient to your Will, kind to your Wifhes, 
 
 Dear to your Arms : By all the Joys fhe gave you, 
 
 When in her blooming Years (he was your Treafure, 
 
 Look kindly on me ; in my Face behold 
 
 The Lineaments of hers, you've kifs'd fo often, (Pref. 
 
 Pleading the Caufe of your poor caft-ofT Child. Otw. Ven. 
 
 — Oh do not call to Memory 
 
 My Difobedience, but let Pity enter 
 Into your Heart, and quite deface th'Impreflion : 
 For, could you think how mine's perplex'd, what Sadnefs, 
 Fears and Defpairs, diftracl the Peace within me, 
 Oh ! you would take me in your dear, dear Arms, 
 Hover with ftrong Companion o'er your Young One, 
 To fheher me with a proretting Wing, 
 From the black gather'd Storm, that's juft, juft breaking. 
 
 J (Otw. Ven. Pref. 
 
 Oh ! there's but this fhort Moment 
 
 'Twixt me and Fate : yet fend me not with Curfes 
 Down to my Grave : afford me one kind Blefling 
 Before we part : juft take me in your Arms, 
 And recommend me with a Pray'r to Heav'n, 
 That I may die in Peace. • Otw. Ven. Pref. 
 
 — - Think then you faw what pafs'd at oui laft Parting ; 
 Think you beheld him like a raging Lion 
 Pacing the Earth, and tearing up His Steps, 
 Fate in his Eyes, and roaring with the Pain 
 Of burning Fury : think you faw his one Hand 
 Fix'd on my Throat, while the extended other 
 Grafp'd a keen threatening Dagger : Oh ! 'twas thus, 
 We laft embrac'd, when, trembling with Revenge, 
 He dragg'd me to the Ground, and at my Bofom 
 Prefented horrid Death; cry'd out, My Friends! 
 Where are my Friends? fwoi^weptjrag'djthreaten'djlov'd.-f 
 For he yetlov'd, and that dear Love preferv'd me, 
 To this laft Trial of a Father's Pity : 
 If ever then I was your Care, now hear me : 
 Fly to the Senate, fave the promis'd Lives (Ven. Pref ij 
 
 Of his dear Friends, ere mine be made the Sacrifice, Otw. 
 
 Spare him, O fpare him ! Kings fhould delight in Mercy 
 I'll follow thus for ever on my Knees, 
 And make your Way fo ilipp'ry with Tears, 
 You (hall not pafs. Lee. Alex._ 
 
 Go not to Death like a dumb Sacrifice: 
 Beg him to fave my Life in faving thine. Dryd. D. Seb. 
 
 Look, Tyrant, what Excefs of Love can do ! 
 It pulls me down thus low, as to thy Feet ; 
 Nay, to embrace thy Knees with loathing Hands, 
 
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 Which blifter when they touch thee : yet ev'n thus, 
 Thus far I can to fave SebaltianVLife. 
 
 Spare him ; O fpare ; Can you pretend to love, 
 And have no Pity : Love and that are Twins. 
 
 Here will I grow ; — - - 
 
 Thus compafs you wirh thefe fupplanting Cords, 
 
 And pull fo long till the proud Fabrick falls. Dryd. D. Seb. 
 
 By all the Pow'r that's given thee o'er my Soul, 
 By thy refiftlefs Tears, and conqu'ring Smiles, 
 By the victorious Love that Mill waits on thee ; 
 Fly to thy cruel Father, fave my Friend, 
 Or all our future Quiet's loft for ever: 
 Fail at his Feet, cling round his rev'rend Knees ; 
 Speak to him with thy Eyes; and with thy Tears 
 Melt his cold Heait, and wake dead Nature in him : 
 Crufti him in thy Arms, torture him with thy Softnefs, 
 Nor, 'till thy Pray'rs are granted, fet him free, 
 But conquer him , as thou haft conquer'd me. Otw. Ven. Pr. 
 
 — — I beg you by thefe Tears ; 
 
 Thefe Sighs, and by th'ambirious Love you bear me, 
 
 By all the Wounds of your poor groaning Countrey, 
 
 That bleeds to Death, O feek the beft of Kings, 
 
 Kneel, fling your ftubborn Body at his Feet, 
 
 Your Pardon (hall be fign'd, your Countrey fSv'd, 
 
 Virgins and Matrons, all, fhall ting your Fame, 
 
 And ev'ry Babe (hall briefs the Guifes Name. Dr. D.of G\:Y-\ 
 
 Shall I, who to my kneeling Slave could fay, 
 Rife up, and be a King; Shall I fall down, 
 And cry, Forgive me Csefar ? Shall I fet 
 A Man, my Equal, in the Place of Jove, 
 As he could give me Being? No; that Word, 
 Porgive, would choak me up, and die upon my Tongue. 
 * Dryd. All for Love. 
 
 — — Thus crawling on the Earth, 
 Would I thy Pardon meet; the only Thing (Orph. 
 
 Can make me view the Face of Heav'n with Hope. Ocw. 
 
 I muft be heard, I muft have Leave to {peakj 
 O look upon me wirh an Eye of Mercy, 
 With Pity and with Charity behold me : 
 Shut not thy Heart againft a Friend's Repentance; 
 But, as there dwells a Godlike Nature in thee, 
 Liften with Mildnefs to my Supplications. Otw. Ven. Pref. 
 
 Let not thy Eyes then fliun me, nor thy Heart 
 Deteft me utterly : Oh ! look upon me, 
 Look back and fee my fad iincere Submifiion ; 
 How my Heart fwells, as ev'n 'twould burft my B;>fom, 
 Fond of its Goal, and lab'ring to be at thee ! Ocw. Ven. Prefl 
 Ft 3- Whi- 
 
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 Whither (hall I fly ? 
 
 Where hide me and my Miferies together! 
 
 Where's now the Roman Conftancy I boalted ? 
 
 Sunk into trembling Fears and Defperation: 
 
 Not daring now to look up to that Face, 
 
 Which us'd to fmile ev'n on my Thoughts, but down 
 
 Bending thefe miferable Eyes to Earth, (Pref. 
 
 Muft move in Penance, and implore much Mercy. Otw. Ven. 
 
 For oh! Pve loft what never can be counted $ 
 My Friend, O Belvidera, that dear Friend, 
 Who, next to thee, was all my Heart rejoic'd in, 
 Has us'd me like a Slave, fhamefully us'd me : 
 *Twould break thy pitying Heart to hear the Story : 
 What fhall 1 do ? Refentment, Indignation, 
 Love, Pity, Fear, and Mem'ry how I've wrong'd him, 
 Diftradl my Quiet with the very Thought on'r, 
 And tear my Heart to Pieces in my Bofom. Otw. Ven. Pref. 
 
 Not worth a Word, a Look, nor one Regard ! 
 Is then the Nature of my Fault fo heinous, 
 That, when I come to take my eternal Leave, 
 You'll not vouchsafe to view me ? This is Scorn, 
 Which the fair Soul of gentle Athenais 
 
 "Would ne'r have harbour'd. 
 
 O, for the Salte of him, whom you ere-long 
 
 Shall hold as faft as now your Wifhes form him, 
 
 Give me a patient Hearing: for, however 
 
 I talk of Death, and feem to loath my Life, 
 
 I would deliberate with my Fate a while, 
 
 With matching Glances e\e thee to the lad, 
 
 Paufe o'er a Lofs like that of Athenais, 
 
 .And parley with my Ruin. Lee. Theod. 
 
 Forgive the barbarous Trefpafs of my Tongue : 
 Twas a hard Violence ; I could have dy'd *' 
 
 With Love of thee, ev'n when I us'd thee worft : 
 Nay, at each Word that my Diftra&ion uttet'd, (Orph. 
 
 My Heart recoU'd,and 'twas half Death to {peak them. Otw. 
 
 O flop this headlong Torrent of your Gobdnefs: 
 It comes too faft upon a feeble Soul, 
 Half drown'd inTears before : Spare my Confudon $ 
 For Pity fpare, and fay not firft, you err'd : 
 For I have yet not dar'd, thro' Guilt and Shame, 
 To throw my fclf beneath your Royal Feet. Dryd. D. Scb. 
 
 P A R E N T. 
 
 A Father ! that implies prefiding Care, 
 Chearful to give, willing himfdf to want 
 Whate'er thy Needs require. **M Dryd.Cleom. Bat 
 
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 But when the Father is too fondly kind, 
 Such Seeds he fows, fuch Harveft fhall he find. 
 
 Dryd. Bocc. Sig. & Guifc. 
 
 think you are a Father : Soft Indulgence 
 Becomes that Name : tho' Nature give you Pow'r 
 To bind his Duty, 'tis with filken Cords : 
 Command him then as you command yourfelf : 
 He is as much a Part of you, as are 
 
 Your Appetite and Will : and thofe you force not, 
 
 But gently bend, and make them pliant to your Reafon. 
 
 Dryd. Mar. A-la-Mode. 
 
 What Right have Parents over Children, more 
 Than Birds have o'er their Young : Yet they impofe 
 No lich-plum'd Miftfefs on their feather'd Sons ; 
 But leave their Love, more open and more free, (Riv. Lad. 
 Than all the Fields of Air, their fpacious Birthright. Dryd. 
 
 Curft Rules ! that thus the nobleft Loves engage 
 To wait the peevifh Humours of old Age ! 
 Think not the Lawfulnefs of Love contifts 
 In Parents Wills, or in the Forms of Priefts, 
 Such are but licens'd Rapes, that Vengeance draw 
 From Heav'n, howe'er approv'd by human Law : 
 Marriage the happieft Bond of Love might be, (Encfe 
 
 If Hands werejoin'd, only when Hearts agree. Lanfd. Brit. 
 
 1 know how far a Daughter owes Obedience : 
 But Duty has a Bound,, like other Empires : 
 
 It reaches but to Life ; for all beyond it 
 
 Is the Dominion of another World, 
 
 Where you have no Command. Dryd. Love Trium. 
 
 By my ftrong Grief, my Heart ev'n melts within me; 
 I could curfe Nature, and that Tyrant, Honour, 
 For making me thy Father, and thy Judge : 
 Thou art my Daughter frill. — Rowe. Fair Pen. 
 
 See'it thou this Dagger, and this trembling Hand ? 
 Thrice Jufticeurg'd, and thrice the flack'ning Sinews 
 Forgot their Office, and confefs'd the Father : 
 The ftern, the rigid Judge, has been obey'd } 
 Now Nature and the Father claim their Turas : 
 I have held the Balance with an Ir'n Hand, 
 And put off ev'ry tender human Thought 
 To doom my Child to Death ! but fpare my Eyes, 
 The mod unnat'ral Sight, left their Strings crack, 
 My old Brain fplit, and I grow mad with Hdrrour. 
 
 Rowe. Fair Pen. 
 
 What Pains can both a Prince and Parent find, 
 To punifh an Offence of this degen'ntc Kind ? 
 
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 As I have lov'd thee, and yet love thee more, ' 
 Than ever Father lov'd a Child before j 
 So, that Indulgence draws me to forgive : 
 Nature, that gave thee Life, wou'd have thee live: 
 But, as a publick Parent of the State, 
 My Juftice, and thy Crime, requires thy Fate : 
 Fain wou'd I chufe a middle Courfe to fteer ; 
 Nature's too kind, and Jurtice too fevere : 
 Speak for us both ; and to the Balance bring, 
 On either Side, the Father and the King : 
 Heav'n knows, my Heart is bent to favour thee ; 
 Make it butfcanry Weight, and leave the reft to me.Dryd. 
 
 (Boc. Sig. &. Guifc. 
 
 Oh, how blind (Sig. & Guifc. 
 
 Are Parents Eyes their Children's Faults to find. Uryd.Bocc 
 
 V A R T I N G. 
 
 Thither (he came to take her laft Farewel, 
 Her Client Look did her fad Bufinefs tell : 
 Each took the other by the willing Hand, 
 Striving to fpeak, but cou'd no Word command : 
 With mutual Grief both were fo overcome, 
 The much they had to fay had made them dumb. 
 Sireno faw his fatal Hour draw near, 
 And wanted Strength the parting Pang to bear : 
 All dro-wn'd in Tears he gaz,'d upon the Maid ; 
 And {lie with equal Griet the Swain furvey'd. Scrope, 
 
 — « ..... ■ In taking Leave, 
 
 Thro' the dark Ladies of her darting Eyes, 
 
 Methought (he {hot her Soul at ev'i y Glance, 
 
 Still looking back, as if (lie had a Mind- (Theod. 
 
 That you fhou'd know, (he left her Soul behind her. Lee. 
 
 ■ ■ Ev'n thus two friends, condemn'd, 
 
 Embrace, and kifs, and take ten thoufand Leaves, 
 Loatrer a hundred Times to part than die.Shak. Hen. 6. p.z. 
 
 If I depart from thee, I can not live ; 
 And in thy Sight to die, what were it elfe, 
 But like a pieafant Slumber in thy Lap ? 
 To die by rhee, were bur to die in jeit : (Hen. 6". p. z. 
 
 From thee to die, were Torture more than Death. Shak. 
 
 With Lowlinefs majeftick fhe retir'd, 
 And Grace that won, who faw to wifh her Stay : 
 With Goddefs-like Demeanour forth {he went, 
 Not unattended : For on her as Queen 
 A Pomp of winning Graces waited ftill, 
 
 And 
 
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 And from about her (hot Darts of Defire 
 
 Into all Eyes to with her ftill in Sight. Milt. Par. Loll. 
 
 But when (he faw her Lord prepar'd to part j 
 A deadly Cold ran (hiv'ring to her Heart : 
 Her faded Cheeks are chang'd to boxen Hue : 
 And in her Eyes the Tears are ever new. Dryd. Ovid. 
 
 Now (he afreih her parting Tears renews j 
 Laft with a Kifs (he took a long Farewel, 
 Si^h'd with a fad Prefage, and fwooning fell. Dryd. Ovid. 
 She wept, and often cafl her Eyes behind, 
 
 Forc'd from the Man fhe lov'd. Dryd. Horn. 
 
 When Lovers meet it is all Extafie; (Ant. 8c CI. 
 
 And when they part again they more than die. Sedl, 
 
 I part with thee, 
 
 As Wretches, that are doubtful of Hereafter, 
 
 Part with their Lives; unwilling, loth, and fearful ; 
 
 And trembling at Futurity. Rowe. Tamerl. 
 
 For ever gone ! For ever parted from me I 
 
 Theodofius ! Till this cruel Moment, 
 
 1 never knew how tenderly I lov'd thee : 
 Rut, on this everlafting Separation, 
 Methinks my Soul has left me ; and my Time 
 
 Of DiiTolution points me to the Grave. Lee. Theod. 
 
 'Tis Death to part with thee but for a Moment : 
 
 That Moment only fure will break my Heart : 
 
 How dolefully it beats with dying blows, 
 
 As if with thee my very Soul departed ! Den. Rin. 5c Arm,. 
 
 ■' To die and part, 
 Is a lefs Evil ; but to part and live !' 
 There, there's the Torment. Lanfd. Her Love, 
 
 As one who fears to die, but is condemn'd, 
 Still ftrivss to trifle Time with idle Talk, 
 
 So I 
 
 As I approach the Precipice's Brink, 
 So fteep, fo terrible appears the Depth, 
 
 I fear Parting is worfe than Death (Love. 
 
 To both, and will to both bring certain Death. Lanfd. Her/ 
 
 To part, of ev'ry Evil is the worft. Lanfd. -Her. Love, 
 
 O 'tis impoflible in Love to pait 
 With what we love. Lanfd. Her. Love, 
 
 There is I know not what of fad Prefage, 
 That tells me, I (hall never fee thee more: 
 If it be fo, this is our laft Farewel, 
 And thefc the parting Pangs, which Nature feelsj 
 When Anguifh rends the Heart- firings. Rowe.Fair Pen ? 
 
 'Tis better thus, that we together 
 
 Feed on each othei's Heart; devour our Woes, 
 
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 With mutual Appetite j and, mingling in 
 One Cup, the common Stream of both our Eye^ 
 Drink bitter Draughts with never-flaking Thirft, 
 Thus better, than for any Caufe to parr. Cong. M. Bride, 
 
 Methinks already in fome barbarous Wild, 
 Like a benighted Traveller, i walk, 
 Viewing with wat'ry Eyes the linking Sun, 
 And Night difplaying her fad Enfigns round ; 
 No friendly Village near me ; all before, 
 A horrid Maze of Death, without a Guide 
 Tochear my heavy Steps: Defpair and Death, 
 Darknefs and everlafting Horrour round me : 
 
 w"ilt thou ne'er return to glad my Soul. South. Loy. Bro. 
 Where am I? Sure I wander 'midft Inchantmeh*,. 
 
 And nevermore (hall find the Way to Reft. 
 
 But, oh Monimia, art thou indeed refolv'd 
 
 To punifh me with everlafting Abfence ? 
 
 Why turn'ft thou from me ? I'm alone already : 
 
 Methinks I ftand upon a naked Beach, 
 
 Sighing to Winds, and to the Seas complaining, 
 
 Whilft afar off the VefTel fails away, 
 
 Where all the Treafure of my Soul's embark'd : 
 
 Wilt thou not turn ? O could- thofe Eyes but fpeak, 
 
 1 fhould know all ; for Love is pregnant in them ; 
 They fwell, they prefs their Beams upon me ftill: 
 Wilt thou not fpeak ? If we muft part for ever, 
 
 Give me but one kind Word to think upon., (Otw. Orplu 
 And pleafe my felf with, while my Heart is breaking. 
 
 My Heart unmov'd can Noife and Horrour bear ; 
 Farting from you is alHhe Death I fear. Dryd. Ind. Emp. 
 
 Why do you wave your Hand, and warn me hence ? 
 Come back > O May, my Life flows after you ! 
 
 So looks the poor condemn'd, 
 
 "When [uftice beck'ns, there's no Hope of Pardon ; 
 Sternly, like you, the Judge the Vidtim Eyes, (Guife.. 
 
 And thus, like me, the Wretch defpairing dies. Dvyd.D. of 
 
 Heav'n knows, how loth I am to part from hence : 
 So, from the Seal is foften'd Wax disjoin'd ; 
 Sojfromthe Mother Plant the tender Rrnd.Dryd.LoveTriunu 
 
 1~ Think thy felf me ; 
 
 And when thou fpeak*!!:, but let it firft be long, 
 Take off the Edge from ev'iy {harper Sound, 
 And let our Parting be as gently made, 
 
 As others Loves begin. Dryd. All for Love, 
 
 I've (worn I ne'er will fee you more i 
 I go! a laft Emfcrace I muft bequeath you: 
 £arewel for ever \ Ah, Guife, tho* now we parr $. 
 
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 Tn the bright 0;bs prepared us by odv Fare?, 
 
 Our Souls (hall meet farewel,— - and Ios ling above, 
 
 Where no Ambition,no State-Crime ,the happier Spirits prove, 
 But all arc bleft, and all enjoy an everlafting Love. Dryd, 
 J (D.ofGmfe. 
 
 Since then the Gods and thou wilt have it fo, 
 Go! (Can I live once more to bid thee ?) Go, 
 Where thy Misfortunes call thee, and thy Fate : 
 Go, where the Gods thy Refuge have alTign'd ; 
 Go from my Sight, but never rrom my Mind.Dr.Alb.5c Alb, 
 
 Where-e*er I go, my Soul (hall ftay with thee : 
 Tis but my Shadow that t take away : Dryd. K. Anh. 
 
 As when the Sun is down, 
 His Light is dipt into a thoufand Stars ; 
 So your Tweet Image, tho' you (hine not on me, 
 Will gild the Horrour of the Night, and make 
 A pleafing Scene of folitary Grief. Dryd. Love Trium., 
 
 I love thee with fo ftrange a Purity, 
 That the biefs'd Gods, angry with my Devotions, 
 More bright in Zeal than that I pay their *\ltars, 
 
 Will take thee from my Sight. 
 
 We've not an Hour allow'd for taking leave : 
 
 Ev'n that's bereft us too : our envious Fates 
 
 Juftle betwixt, and part the dear Adieus (Troil. & Cref> 
 
 Of meeting Lips, clafp'd Hands, and lock'd Embraces. Dlv 
 
 Methinks I part, 
 
 As Souls are iever'd from their warmer Manfions, 
 
 To wander in the bleak and defart Air. Lee. Csef. Bon, 
 
 For when thou art gone, 
 
 The World to me is Chaos : yes, Teraminta, 
 
 So clofc the everlaiting Sifters wove us, (L.J. Brut, 
 
 That when we pavt the Strings of both muft crack* Lee. 
 
 Since we muft part, oh ! Snatch your {elf away,- 
 Or I (hall die with ling'ring : yet we (hall meet, 
 In fpight of Sighs we mail ; at leaft in Heav'n ! 
 O Teraminta ? Once more to my Heart, 
 Once to my Lips, and ever to my Soul ) Lee. L. J. Brut, 
 
 By Jove, 'tis ominous, our Parting is : 
 Her Face look'd pale too, as (he turned away ; 
 And when I rung her by the rofy Fingers, 
 Methought the Strings of my great Heart did crack,Lee;Ata. 
 
 I go ; but muft turn back for one* laft Look : 
 Remember, O remember, dearSemandra, 
 That on thy Virtue all my Fortune hangs : 
 Semandra is the Bus'nefs of the War ; 
 Semandra makes the Fight, draws ev'ry Sword ; 
 Semandra. found* the TjvrmpetSj gives the Word ' 
 
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 So the Moon charms her wat'ry World below j 
 
 Wakes the ftill Seas,and makes them ebb and flow.Lee.Mithn 
 
 O Stay ! There's fomething, ere we part for ever, 
 That I wou'd fpeak, if I cou'd make it way : Lee. Mithr. 
 Speak then, and (peak the mournfull'fl Things you can, 
 
 To break both Hearts. ■ Lee. Mkhr. 
 
 Farewel: Thus, kneeling at thy Feet, I pour 
 Thefe parting Tears : allow this dying Kifs, 
 Which my cold Lips print on thy raithlefs Hand : 
 O all my Vows, for ever here I leave you : 
 And, fince we never, never muir. behold 
 Each other more, I'll breathe them once again : 
 Farewel, Semandra : O, thou'lt never find, 
 In all thy fearch of Love, a Heart like mine. 
 Once more, farewel for ever, falfe Semandra. 
 What? yet again thy Name ? will my charnfd Tongue 
 Sound Nothing but Semandra ? Oh Semandra ! Lee. Mithn 
 
 Farewel, moft lovely, and moft lov'd of Man : 
 Why comes this dying Palenefs o'er thy Face ? 
 Why wander thus thy Eyes? Why do'ft thou bend, 
 As if the fatal Weight of Death were on thee. Lee. Theod. 
 'Tis Death to part, and yet I mull be gone. Lee. Glor. 
 O for one more, this Pull, this Tug of Heartftrings ! 
 Farewel for ever.-- Lee. L. J. Brur. 
 
 My Eyes won't lofe the Sight of thee, (Ven. Pref, 
 
 But languifh after thine, and ake with gazing. Otw. 
 
 Wilt thou be gone ? It is not yet near Day : 
 It was the Nightingale and not the Lark, 
 Thar pierc'd the fearful Hollow of thy Ear : 
 Nightly on yond' Pomegranate-Tree ftie fings : 
 Believe me, Love, it was the Nightingale- 
 Oh ! 'twas the Lark, the Herald of the Morn: 
 
 No Nightingale. 
 
 I muft be gone, and live; or flay, and die. 
 
 Let me be taken ; let me fuffer Death : 
 I am content fo thou wilt have it fo. 
 By Heav'n, yon' Grey is not the Mornings Eye, 
 But the Refie&ion of pale Cynthia's Brightnefs : ■ 
 Nor is't the Lark we near, whofe Notes do beat 
 So high, and echo in the Vault of Heav'n : 
 I'm all Defire to ftay ; no Will to go : 
 How is>, my Soul ; let's talk, it is not Day. . 
 
 Oh ! 'tis, it is : fly hence, away, my Marius : 
 It is the Lark, and out of Tune fhe fings,, 
 With grating Difcords, and unplealing Strainings; 
 Some fay, the Lark and loathfome Toad change Eyes ; 
 !Now I cou'd wifh they had chang'd Voices 1005 
 
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 Or that a Lethargy had feiz/d the Morning, 
 And (he had flept, and never wak'd again, 
 To part me from th' Embraces of my Love : 
 What (hall become of me, when thou art gone ? 
 
 The Gods, that heard our Vows, and know our Loves, 
 Seeing my Faith, and thy unfpotted Truth, 
 Will fure take Care, and let no Wrongs annoy thee : 
 Upon my Knees I'll ask them cv'ry Day, 
 How my Lavinia does ; and ev'ry Night, 
 In the (eve re Diftreifes of my Fate, 
 As I perhaps (hall wander thro* the Defart, 
 And want a Place to reft my weary Head on, 
 I'll count the Stars, and blefs them as rhey fhine, 
 And court them all for my Lavinia's Safety. 
 
 Oh Banifhment ! Eternal Baniftiment ! 
 Ne'er to return ! Mud: we ne'er meet again ? 
 My Heart will break : I cannot think that Thought, 
 And live. Could I but fee to th* End of Woe, 
 There were fome Comfort : but eternal Torment 
 Is ev'n infupportable to Thought. 
 It cannot be that we fhall part for ever. 
 
 Indeed it cannot 
 
 Once more I'll boldly claim Lavinia mine, 
 WhiHt happieft Men (hall envy at the Bleffing, 
 And Poets write the Wonders of our Love. 
 
 I know not what to fear, or. hope, or think, 
 Or fay, or do. I cannot let thee go. 
 
 A thoufand Things wou'd, to this Purpofe faid,- 
 But fliarpen, and add weight to, this our Sorrow, 
 
 O I cou'd find out Things 
 
 T6 talk to thee for ever. 
 
 We ought to fummon all 
 
 The Spirit of foft Paflion up, tochear 
 
 Our Hearts, thus lab'ring with the Pangs of Parting; 
 
 But do'ft thou think we e'er (hall meet again ? 
 
 I doubt it^ot; and all thefe Woes (hall ferve.. 
 For fweet Difcourfes in our Time to come. 
 
 Alas ! I have an ill-divining Soul j 
 Methinks 1 fee thee, now thou'rt from my Arms, 
 Like a ftark Ghoft, with Horrour in thy Vifage : 
 Either my Ey.e-fight fails, or thou look'lt pale. 
 
 And, trult me, Loye, in my Eye fo doft thou. 
 Dry Sorrow drinks our Blood. ■■ Farewel. 
 
 Ha! Is he gone? My Lord, my Husband, Friend, 
 I muft hear from thee ev'ry Hour i'th' Day : 
 Oh ! by this Reck'ning I muft be moft old, 
 Ere L again behold my Marius. Nay, 
 
 Gone-. 
 
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 Gone too already! 'Twas unkindly done : 
 I had not yet imparted half my Soul ; 
 Not a third Part of its fond jealous Fears : 
 But I'll purfue him fov't, and be reveng'd j. 
 Hang fuch a tender Tale about his Heart, 
 Shall make it tingle, as his Life were ftung : 
 Nay too* - • • PI) love him; never, never leave him, 
 Fond as a Child, and refolute as Man. Shak. Rom. & Jul. 
 
 Otw. C. Mar. 
 
 So, get thee gone, that T may know my Grief; (p. ^. 
 *Tis but furraiz-'d, while thou artftanding by. Shak. Hen. 6, 
 
 To die is nothing, but to ceafe from Pain ; 
 For all the Shade and Darknefs of the Grave 
 Is to be fever 'd from Armida's Eyes : 
 That, only that's the laft convulfive Gafp; 
 The Separation of the Soul and Body. 
 Oh my Avmida ! muft, muft we thus divide ? 
 
 No, no, like Life Til hold thee fall ; 
 Nor (hall the Hand of Death unlock my Grafp. 
 
 Thusclafp'd in Folds of everlaftmg Love, 
 No Force can break the Circle of our Arms-. 
 But 'tis our Fate : Armida, we mull" yield. 
 If I flay longer, I fliall never go. 
 
 Oh Rodamond ! How can 1 bear thofe killing Words ! 
 Stay till my Sighs and Pray r rs make Heaven relent 
 To pity and reverfe thy Fate, thy cruel Fate, 
 The Guilt of ev'ry SrarL Hig- Gen. Conq. 
 
 _- The Hand of Fate 
 Has torn thee from me, and I muft forget thee. 
 
 Quick-* let us part! Perdition's in thy Prefence, 
 And Horrour dwells about thee. * 
 
 Deftru&ion Hands betwixt us : we muft part. 
 
 Name not that Word ; my frighted Thoughts run back, 
 And ftartle into Madnefs at the Sound. 
 
 — O flop thofe Sounds, 
 Thofe killing Sounds ! why do'ft thou frown upon me ? 
 My Blood runs cold j my Heart forgets to heave, 
 And Life it felf goes out at thy Difpleafure. 
 
 To my Confuuon and eternal Grief, 
 I mud approve the Sentence that deftrnys me : 
 The Milt, that hung about my Mind, clears up-;. 
 And now, athwa.t the Tertours, that thy Vow 
 Has planted round thee, thou appear'ti move fair, 
 More amiable, and rifeil in thy Charms. 
 Lovelyll of Women ! Heav'n is in thy Soul j 
 Beauty and Virtue fhine for ever round thee, 
 Bright'ning each other : Thou art all divine! 
 
 Fortius 
 
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 Poi tius, no more ! thy Words ihoot thro' my Heart, 
 Melt my Refolves, and tarn me all to Love. 
 Why ave thofe Tears of Fondnefs in thy Eyes ? 
 Why heaves thy Heart ? Why fwells thy Soul with Sorrow r 
 It fortens me too much. Farewel, my Portius 
 Farewel, tho' Death is in the Word. Forever. 
 Oh, how (hall I repeat the Word, Forever ! 
 
 Thus o'er the dying Lamp trfunfteady Flame 
 Hangs quiv'ring on a Point, leaps off by Fits, 
 And falls again, as k>th to quit its Hold : 
 Thou mutt" not go : my Soul Mill hovers o'er thee, 
 And can't get loofe. — — — 
 *Tis true ; unruffled and ferene I've met 
 The common Accidents of Life ; but here 
 Such an unlook'd for Storm of Ills falls on me, 
 It beats down all my Strength : I can not bear it 
 
 We muft not part. — ' 
 
 What do'll thou fay ? Not part ? 
 Haft thou forgot the Vow that I have made ? 
 Are there norHeav'ns, and Gods, and Thunder, o'e~ us ? 
 Farewel, and know thou wrong r it me, if thou think'ft, 
 Ever was Love, or ever Grief, like mine. Add. Cato. 
 
 Then old Evander, with a- clofe Embrace, 
 Strain'd his departing Friend ; and Tears o'erflow his Fsce : 
 Would Heav'n, faid he, my Strength and Youth recall! 
 Such if I ftood renew'd, not theft Alarms, 
 Nor Death, fhou'd rend me from my Pallas' Arms : 
 Ye Gods ! and mighty Jove !' in pity bring 
 Relief, and hear a Father, and a King : 
 If Fate and you referve thefe Eves to fee 
 My Son return with Peace andVi&ory ; 
 If the lov'd Boy fhall blefs his Father's Sight ; 
 If we fhall meet again with more Delight ; 
 Then draw my Life in Length ; let me fuftain, 
 In Hopes of hrs Embrace, the worft of Pa'm : 
 But if your hard Decrees, which Oh! I dread, 
 Have doom'd to Death his undeferving Head j 
 This, Oh! this very Moment, let me die y 
 While Hopes and Feavs in equal balance lie:. 
 While, yet poftefs'd of all his youthful Charms, 
 I drain him clofe within thefe aged Arms ; 
 Before that fatal News my Soul fhall wound: 
 He faid j and, fwooning, funk upon the Ground'. Dr. V'rrg,. 
 
 When what we love we ne'er muft meet again 
 Tolofethe Thought is to remove the Pain. Dr.Stateoflnn. 
 
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 F A S I P HA E. 
 
 In Ida's fhady Vale a Bull appear'd, 
 White as the Snow ; the faireft of the Herd •, 
 A Beauty-Spot of Black there only rofe, Y 
 
 Betwixt his equal Horns and ample Brows : * 
 
 The Love and Wifh of all the Cretan Cows. J 
 
 The Queen beheld him, as his Head he rear'd ; 
 And envy'd ev'ry Leap he gave the Herd : 
 A fecret Fire (he nourifli'd in her Breaft } 
 And hated ev'ry Heifer he carefs'd : 
 She cut him Grafs ; fo much can Love command ! 
 She ftroak'd, (he fed him with her royal Hand ; 
 Was pleas'd in Paftures with the Herd to roam j 
 And Minos by the Bull was overcome. 
 The wretched Queen the Cretan Court forfakes j 
 In Woods and Wilds her Habitation makes : 
 She curfes ev'ry beauteous Cow fhe fees : 
 Ah ! why doft thou my Lord and Mailer pleale j . 
 And think'ft, ungrateful Creature as thou art, 
 With frisking awkardly to gain his Heart ? 
 Now (he wou'd be Europa : Jo, now : 
 One bore a Bull ; and one was made a Cow : 
 Yet fhe at laft her brutal Blifs obtain'd ; 
 And in a wooden Cow the Bull fuftain'd, 
 Fill'd with his Seed, accomplifh'd her Defire j 
 'Till, by his Form, the Son betray'd the Sire. Dryd. Ovid, 
 
 To pleafe her Gallant (he exchang'd her Shape ; 
 And, like a Cow, receiv'd the lufty Leap. Laud. Virg. 
 
 She with a Bull in lewd Embraces join'd : 
 Her teeming Womb the horrid Crime confefs'd ; 
 Big with a human Bull, half Man, half Beaft. Dryd. Ovid„ 
 
 He mourns the Madnefs of the Cretan Queen : 
 Happy for her if Herds had never been : 
 What Fury, wretched Woman, feiz/d thy Breaft ! 
 The Maids of Argos, tho', with Rage poffeft, 
 Their imitated Lowings fill'd the Grove, 
 Yet fhunn'd the Guilt of this preponVrous Love : 
 Nor fought the youthful Husband of the Herd j 
 Tho' tender and untry'd the Yoke he fear'd : 
 Tho' Toft, and white, as Flakes of falling Snow.* 
 And fearce his budding Horns had arm'd his Brow : 
 Ah, wretched Queen ! you range the pathlefs Wood i 
 While, on a flow'ry Bank, he chews the Cud ; 
 Or fleeps in Shades ; or thro' the Foreft roves ; 
 Aed roars, with Anguifti for his abfent Loves : 
 
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 Ye Nymphs, with Toils his Foreft Walk furround ; 
 
 And trace his wand'ring Footfteps on the Ground : 
 
 But, ah! perhaps my Paflion he difdains ; 
 
 And courts the milky Mothers of the Plains : 
 
 We feai ch rh' ungrateful Fugitive abroad ; 
 
 While they at Home fuftain his happy Load. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 P A S S I O N S. 
 
 My PafTion fwells too high j 
 
 And like a Vefiel ftruggling in a Storm, > (Riv. Lad. 
 
 Requires more Hands than one to fteer her upright. Dryd. 
 
 I ftruggle like the Pi ieftefs with a God ; 
 With that oppreflmg God, that works her Soul.Dryd.Cleom. 
 
 I burn, \ bum : the Storm, that's in my Mind, 
 Kindles my Heart, like Fires provok'd by Wind : 
 Love and Refentment, Wiflies and Difdain (Lanfd.Br.Ench. 
 Blow all at once, like Winds, that Plough the Main. 
 
 I lie as open to the Gufts of PafTion, (A-la-mode. 
 
 As the bare Shore to ev'ry beating Surge. Dryd- Mar 
 
 ■ My Heart rebel'd 
 Againft it felf, my Thoughts were up in Arms, 
 Ail in a Roar, like Seamen in a Storm, 
 My Reafon and my Faculties were wreck'd, 
 TheMaft, the Rudder, and the Tackling gone : 
 My Body, like the Hull of fome loft VelTel, 
 Beaten and tumbled with my rouling Fear?. Lee. L. J. Bvuu 
 
 I am all Fire ! my PafTion eats me up ! 
 It grows incorporate with my Flefh and Blood ! 
 My Pangs redouble ! now they cleave my Heart ! Lee.Theod. 
 
 My riling Soul drains to a higher Pitch, 
 Than e'er it reach'd till now : Revenge and Love, 
 Fury and Jealoufy, and Thirft of Honour, 
 All rage androul within my troubled Mind, 
 And work the Tempeft high. Hopk. Pyrrhus. 
 
 And all within is Anarchy and Up-oar. Rowe. Fair Pen. 
 
 Clear me, ye Gods, and fix my Unde -{landing 
 To this one View, left I miftake all Meafure, 
 And run to Madnefs. Lee. Mithr. 
 
 O Man me, Reafon, with thy utmoll Force, 
 Or PalTion, with the dreadful Starts it makes, (Mithr. 
 
 Will foon divorce my Soul from this weak Body. Lee. 
 
 O fhe has Paftions, which out- ftrip the Wind, 
 And tear her Virtues up, as Tempefts root 
 The Sea. Cong. Mourn. Bride. 
 
 Amaz'd he ftood, drown'd in a Sea of Thought 
 Silent he look'd ; Then Love to Madnefs wrought 
 
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 And Grief with Fury mixt, which Shame brought forth, 
 Boil'd in his Breaft, inflam'd by confcious Worrb.Laud.Virg. 
 
 And when the Mind a vi'lent Paflion (hakes, 
 Of that Disturbance too the Soul partakes : 
 Cold Sweats bedew the Limbs, the Face looks pale, 
 The Tongue begins to foulter, fpeech to fail, 
 The Ears are fill'd with Noife, the Eyes grow dim, 
 And feeble Shakings feize on ev'ry Limb. Creech. Lucr. 
 He's much difturb'd; a Sicknefs of the Soul ! Dryd.Love 
 
 (Trium. 
 Sole on the barren Sands the fuff'ring-Chief 
 Roar'd out for Anguifh, and indulg'd his Grief: 
 Caft on his Kindred-Seas a ftormy Look. 
 Then, fighing from the Bottom of his Breaft, 
 Swoln with Difdain, refenting his Difgrace, 
 Revengeful Thoughts involving in his Mind, 
 He wept for Anger, and for Love he pin'd. Drvd.Hom, 
 
 (Spoken of Achilles. 
 
 His Paflion cad a Mift before his Senfe, (Pal. & Arc. 
 
 And either made, or magnify'd, rh' Offence. Dryd. Chauc. 
 
 Our Paflions always fatal Counfels give : 
 Thro' a fallacious Glafs our Wrongs appear 
 Still greater than they are. — • Hig. Gen, Conq. 
 
 All Paflions in Excefs are Crimes. Hig. Gen. Conq. 
 
 Our reftlefs Paflions, like Tempefts on the Main, 
 Drive Reafon from the Guidance of our Lives. 
 Aud icavc u? oliipWreck'd on a barb'rou* Coaft. South. 
 
 (Loyal Brother. 
 Great Nature, break thy Chain, that links together 
 The Fabrick of this Globe, and make a Chaos, 
 Like that within my Soul. Oh Heav'n unkind I 
 That gives us Paflions, ftrong and unconfm'd, 
 And leaves us Reafon for a vain Defence : 
 Too pow'rful Rebels ! and too weak a Prince ! Dr.L/Trium. 
 
 Pardon a weak diftemper'd Soul, that fwells 
 With fudden Gufts, and links as foort in Calms j 
 
 The Sport of Paflions ! — Add. Cato. 
 
 When head ftrong Paffion gets the Reins of Reafon, 
 The Force of Nature, like too ftrong a Gale, 
 For Want of Ballaft overfets the VeiTel : 
 Then he's capricious, hum'rous as the Wind j 
 Deaf and inexorable as a Storm : 
 But ftrait he cools, and (inks into a Calm ; 
 As mild and humble as a Child corrected. (Conq. 
 
 Now wife as Man, and then as weak as Woman. Hig. G. 
 
 Paflions, like raging Storms grow loud and high, 
 .When they are rrtoft oppos'd. »■■■ -> ■■- How. Vert. Virg. 
 
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 Thefe Starrs are the Convulfions of weak Reafon, 
 When Fits of PafTion grow too flrong upon you : 
 They may be tam'd, and brought from their Excefs, 
 And watch'd by Reafon into Gentlenefs. How. Veft. Virg. 
 
 PafBons in Men opprefs'd are doubly ftrong. Dr. K. Art. 
 <heat Souls by mightieft PalTions are tormented. Den. 
 
 Rin. 8c Arm. 
 
 Virtue, tho' arm'd, our PalTions may furprize. Hig.G.Con. 
 
 When with our PalTions we make noble War. (Conq. 
 *Tis glorious to retreat, and Victory to fly,. Hig. Gen. 
 
 PalTions without Power, 
 
 Like Seas againfl a Rock but lofe their Fury. Den. Soph- 
 
 PATCHES. 
 
 So looks the fmiling Face of Day 
 In Heav'ns gloomy black Array 
 Of inoffenfive Clouds, that fly 
 O'er the bright Surface of the Sky ; 
 From whence appears the purer Light, 
 More fplendid by the Foil of Night : 
 As Cloe, in her Patches deck'd, 
 Which more divine her Charms reflect $ 
 So Beauty reconciles Extreams, 
 And Brighmefs fhines in jetty Beams. — - — ? 
 
 r /i i J £, IV I ii. 
 
 Patience and Courage to fupport Afflictions, (Horn. 
 
 Are Virtues which the Fates have lent Mankind. Oldifw. 
 
 For Love of Heav'n j with Patience undergo, 
 A curelefs 111, fince Fate will have it fo. Dr.Ch.Pal & Arc. 
 
 How poor are they that have not Patience ! 
 What Wound did ever heal, but by degrees ? Shak. Othel. 
 
 Like fome well fafhion'd Arch his Patience flood, 
 And purchased Firmncfs from i:s greater Load. Oldh. 
 
 The Night is long that never finds the Day. Sha. Macb. 
 
 There is between my Will and all my Actions, 
 A Guard of Patience. Dryd. Troil. & Cref. 
 
 I fee thou haft pafsM Sentence on my Heart, 
 And I'll no longer weep, or plead againft it ; 
 But, with the humbleft, molt obedient Patience, 
 Meet thy dear Hands, and kifs them when they wound me: 
 Indeed I'm willing: but, I beg thee, doit 
 (With fome Remorfe, and, when thou giv'/t the Blew, 
 View me with Eyes of a relenting Love, 
 And fhew me Pity ; for 'twill fweetenjuflice : 
 
 Shew 
 
66o P A 
 
 Shew Pity to me : Oh! and when thy Hands, 
 
 Charg'd with my Pate, come trembling to the Deed, 
 
 As thou haft done a thoufand thoufand times 
 
 To this poor Bread, when kinder Rage has brought thee,. 
 
 When ourftring'd Hearts have leapt to meet each other, 
 
 And melting KilTes feal'd our Lips together, 
 
 When Joys have left me gafping in thy Arms. (Ven. Pref. 
 
 So let my Death come now, and I'll not fhrink from't. Otw. 
 
 - • ■■ ■« ~- I will bear it 
 
 With all the fu-ff 'ranee of a tender Friend, 
 
 As calmly as the wounded Patient bears 
 
 TheArtift's Hand, that miniftershis Cure. Otw. Orph. 
 
 — ■ When did I complain, 
 
 Or murmur at my Fare ? — — 
 
 I bore my Load of Infamy with Patience, 
 
 As holy Men do Punifhments from Heav'n, fPen. 
 
 Nor thought it hard, becaufe it came from thee. Rowe. F. 
 
 Yet, yet endure, nor murmur, O my Soul ; 
 For are not thy Tranfgreffions great and numberlefs ? 
 Do they not cover thee, like riling Floods, 
 And prefs thee, like a Weight of Waters, down ? 
 Does not the Hand of Righteoufnefs affliitrhee, 
 And who fhall plead againft it? Who fhallfay 
 To Pow'r Almighty, Thou haft doneenough? 
 Or bid his dreadful Rod of Vengeance, ftay ? 
 Wait then with Patience, till the circling Hours 
 Shall bring rhe Time of thy appointed Reft, 
 And lay thee down in Death. The Hireling thus 
 With Labour drudges out the painful Day, 
 And often looks with long expecling Eyes 
 To fee the Shadows rife, and be difmifsM. Rowe. J. Shore. 
 
 But Patience is the Virtue of an Afs, 
 That trots beneath his Burthen, and is quiet. Lanf.H. Lov. 
 
 p a r r i o r. 
 
 HehatedTyrants, nor could bear 
 
 The Chain, which none but fervile Souls will wear. Dr.Ov. 
 
 ■■■ He dares the Truth alTert 5 j 
 
 He never plays the double-dealing Part : s 
 
 The Patriot's Soul difdains the Trimmer's Art. — — J 
 
 A Patriot both the King and Country ferves : 
 Prerogative, and Privilege preferves : 
 Patriots in Peace alTert the People's Right j 
 With noble Stubbornefs retifting Might : 
 
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 No lawlefs Mandates from the Court receive; 
 Nor lend by Force, but in a Body give. Dryd. 
 
 Good Heav'ns, how Faction can a Patriot paint ; 
 The Rebel ever proves the Peopled Saint. Dr. Abf. 8c Ach. 
 
 Gull'd with a Patriot's Name, whofe modern Senfe 
 Is one that would by Law fupplant his Prince j 
 The People's Brave, the Politician's Tool: 
 Never was Patriot yet, but was a Fool. Dr. Abf. 8c Ach. 
 
 So Patriots, in time of Peace and Eafe, 
 Forget the Fury of the late Difeafe : 
 Imaginary Dangers they create : 
 And loath th' Elixir, which preferv'd the State. Garth. 
 
 How oft a Patriot's beft laid Schemes we find 
 By Party crofs'd, or Fa£lion undermin'd ! 
 If he fucceeds, he undergoes this Lot, 
 The Good receiv'd, the Giver is forgot. Cong. 
 
 PEACE. 
 
 The rugged Bus'nefs of the War is over. Dr. Love. Trh 
 
 Peace o'er the World her Olive Wand extends, 
 And white-rob'd Innocence from Heav'ndefcends. — 
 
 Now dire Debate and impious War (hall ceafe ; 
 And the ftern Age be foften'd into Peace. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 Contending Kings, and Fields of Death, too long 
 Have been the Subject of the Britifh Song : 
 Who has not heard of fam'd Ramillia's Plain, 
 Bavaria's Fall, and Danube choak'd with Slain ? 
 Exhaufted Themes ! a gentler Note I raife, 
 And fing returning Peace in fofter Lays : 
 Their Fury quell'd, and martial Rage allay'd, 
 I wait our Heroes to the fylvan Shade : 
 Disbanded Holts are imag'd in my Mind, 
 And warring Pow'rs in friendly Leagues combin'd. Tickell- 
 
 Charm, me, ye Pow'rs, with Scenes lefs nobly bright, 
 Far humbler Thoughts th' inglorious Mufe delight : 
 Content to fee the Horrours of the Field 
 By Plough-fhares level'd, or in Flow'rs conceal'd : 
 O'er (hatter'd Walls may creeping Ivy twine ; 
 And Grafs luxuriant cloath the harmlefs Mine ; 
 Tame Flocks afcend the Breach without a Wound, 
 Or crop the Baftion ; now a fruitful Ground ; 
 While Shepherds lleep, along the Rampart laid, 
 Or pipe beneath the formidable Shade. Tickell. 
 
 Let Volga's Banks with ir'n Squadrons fhine j 
 And Groves of Lances glitter on the Rhine ; 
 
 Let 
 
662 P E 
 
 Let barb'rous Ganges arm a fervile Train, 
 
 Be mine the Bleflings pf a peaceful Reign. 
 
 No more my Sons lnall dye with Britifh Blood 
 
 Red Iber's Sands, orlfter's foaming Flood. 
 
 Safe on my Shore, each unmolefted Swain 
 
 Shall tend the Flocks, or reap the bearded Grain : 
 
 The (hady Empire (hall retain no Trace 
 
 Of War or Blood, but in the fylvan Chace ; 
 
 The Trumpets lleep, whilft chearful Horns are blown, 
 
 And Arms employ'd on Birds and Beaits alone. Pope. 
 
 Spoken by the Thames. 
 
 Oh ftretch thy Reign, fair Peace, from Shore to Shore, 
 Till Conqueft ceafe, and Slav'ry be no more : 
 Till the freed Indians, in their native Groves. 
 Reap their own Fruits, and woo their fable Loves, 
 Peru once more a Race of Kings behold, 
 And other Mexicos be roof'd with Gold : 
 Exil'd by thee from Earth to deepeft Hell, 
 In brazen Bonds (hall barb'rous Difcord dwell j 
 Gigantick Pride, paleTerrour, gloomy Care, 
 And mad Ambition fhall attend her there. 
 There purple Vengeance, bath'd in Gore, retires, 
 Her Weapons blunted, and extinct her Fires. 
 There hateful Envy her own Snakes fhall feel j 
 And Perfecution mourn her broken Wheel. 
 There Faction roars, Rebellion bites her Chain; 
 And gafping Furies thirft for Blood in vain. Pope, 
 
 For now thefacred Leaf a Landskip wears, 
 Where Heav'n ferene, and Air unmov'd, appears: 
 The Rofeand Lilly paint the verdant Plains, 
 And Palm and Olive fhade the fylvan Scenes : 
 The peaceful Thames beneath his Banks abides, 
 And loft, and (iill, the filver Surface glides : 
 The Zephyrs fan the Fields, the whifp'ring Breeze, 
 With fragrant Breath, remurmurs thro' the Trees ; 
 The warbling Birds, applauding new-born Light, 
 In wanton Meafures wing their airy Flight : 
 Above the Floods the finny Race repair, 
 And bound aloft, and bask in open Air ; 
 They gild their fcaly Backs in Phoebus' Beams, 
 And fcorn to skim the Level of the Streams : 
 Whole Nature wears a gay and joyous Face, 
 And blooms, and ripens with the Fruits of Peace. 
 No more the lab'ring Hind regrets his Toil, 
 But chearfully manures the greedy Soil ; 
 Secure thy Glebe a plenteous Crop will yield, 
 And golden Ceres grace the waving Field : 
 
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 Th' advent' rous Man, who durft the Deep explore, 
 Oppofe the Winds, and tempt the flielfy Shove, 
 Beneath his Roof now takes unbroken Reft, 
 Enough with native Wealth and Plenty blelr. 
 No-more the forward Youth purfues Alarms, 
 Nor leaves thefacred Arts for ftubborn Arms: 
 No more the Mothers from their Hopes are torn ; 
 Nor weeping Maids thepromis'd Lover mourn : 
 No more the Widow's Shrieks and Orphan's Cries 
 Torment the patient Air, and pierce the Skies : 
 But peaceful Joys the profp'rous Times afford, 
 And banifh'd Virtue is again reftor'd. Cong. 
 
 P E A Q O C K. 
 
 The Bird, who draws the Car of Juno, vain 
 Of his crown'd Head and of his ftarry Train. Dryd. Ovid\ 
 r Have you not oft furvey'd hjs various Dies j 
 His Tail all gilded o'er with Argus' Eyes ? 
 Have you not feen him in fome funny Day, 
 Unfurl his Plumes, and all his Pride difplay ? 
 Then fuddenly contract his dazJing Train, 
 And with long trailing Feathers fweep the Plain ? Gay. 
 
 PEASANT. 
 
 But now an aged Man, in rural Weeds, 
 Foll'wing, as feem'd the Queft of fome ltray Ewe,- 
 Or wither'd Sticks together ; which might ferve 
 A gainft a Winter's Day, when Winds blow keen, 
 To warm him wet return'd from Field at Eve, 
 He fa w approach. Milt. Par. Reg. 
 
 He milk'd the lowing Herd, he preis'd the Cheefe, 
 Folded the Flock, and fpun the woolly Fleece : 
 In Urns the Bees delicious Dews he laid, 
 Whofe kindling Wax invented Day difplay 'd: 
 Wrefted their iron Entrails from the Hills, 
 Then with the Spoils his glowing Forges nils ; 
 And fhap'd with vig'rous Strokes the ruddy Bar, 
 To rural Arms, unconicions yet of War ; 
 He made the Ploughftiare in the Furrow fhine, 
 And learn'd to fow his Bread, and plant his Wine : 
 Now verdant Foodadom'd the Garden-Beds, 
 And fruitful Trees (hot up their branching Heads : 
 Rich Balm from Groves, and Herbs from graffy Plain?, 
 His Feaver footh'd, or heal'dhis wounded Veins. Blac. 
 
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664 P E 
 
 He navels all his Life in one dull Road, 
 And, drudging on in Quiet, loves his Load i 
 Seeking no farther than the Needs of Life, '•■ "> 
 
 Knows what's his own ; and thus, exempt from Strife, > 
 He cheriiheb his homely careful Wife ; 3 
 
 Lives by the Clod, and thinks of nothing high'r ; 
 Has all, becaufe he cannot much defire. 
 Had I been born fo low, I had beenbleft j 
 Of what I love, without Controul, pofTefs'd : 
 Never had Honour, or Ambition known, 
 Nor eve-, to be great, had been undone. Otw. Tit.&Ber. 
 
 We'll fly to fome far diftant lonely Village, 
 Forget our former State, and breed with Slaves ; 
 Sweat in the Eye of Day, and, when Night comes, 
 With Bodies coarfely fill'd, and vacant Souls 
 Sleep like the labour'd Hinds, and never think. Lee. Theod. 
 
 Thus in a Circle runs the Peafant's Pain j 
 And the Year rowls within it felf again: 
 Ev'n in the loweft Months, when Storms havefhed 
 From Vines the hairy Honours of their Head. 
 Not then the drudging Hind his Labour ends 
 But to the coming Year his Care extends. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 Vublick PENANCE, 
 
 . I met her, as returning 
 
 In folemn Penance from the publick Crofs : 
 Before her, certain Rafcal Officers, 
 Slaves in Authority, the Knaves of Juftice: 
 On either Side her, march'd an ill-look'd Prieft, 
 Who, with fevere, with horrid haggard Eyes,, 
 Did, ever and anon, by Turns upbraid her. 
 And thunder in her trembling Ear Damnation : 
 Around her, numberlefs the Rabble flow'd, 
 Should'ring each other, crowding for a View, 
 Gaping and gazing, taunting and reviling j 
 Somepitying; but thofe, alas! how few! 
 The molt, fuch iron Hearts we are, and fuch 
 The bafe Barbarity of human Kind, 
 With Infolence and lewd Reproach purfu'd her, 
 Hooting and railing ; and, with villanous Hands, 
 Gath'ringthe Filth from out the common Ways, 
 To hurl upon her Head : Inhuman Dogs ! 
 But flie ftill boieit with the greateft Patience : 
 SubmiiTive, fad, and lowly was her Look j 
 A burning Taper in her Hand (he bore ; 
 And, on her Shoulders, carelefsly confus'd 
 
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 With loofe Neglect her lovely Trefles hung : 
 
 Upon her Cheek a faintilh Flufli was fpread - f 
 
 Feeble file feem'd, and forely fmit with Pain, 
 
 While, barefoot as file trod the flinty Pavement, 
 
 Her Footfteps all along were mark'd with Blood : 
 
 Yer filent (till file pafs'd, and unrepining; 
 
 Her dreaming Eyes bent ever on the Earth, 
 
 Except when, in fome bitter Pang of Sorrow, 
 
 To Heaven file feem'd in fervent Zeal to raife them, 
 
 And beg that Mercy, Man deny'd her here. Rowe. J Shore. 
 
 P ERTC LIME NQS. 
 
 The Fate 
 
 Of Peryclimenos is wond'rous to relate : 
 
 To him our common Grandiire of the Main 
 
 Hadgiv'n to change his Forth, and, chang'd, refume again. 
 
 Vary'd ar Pleafure, ev'ry Shape he try'd j 
 
 And in all Bcafts Alcides ftill defy'd : 
 
 VamiuiflVd on Earth, at length he foar'd above j 
 
 Chang'd to the Bird, that bears the Bolt of Jove ; 
 
 The new-diflembled Eagle, now end u'd 
 
 With Beak and Pounces, Hercules purfu'd, 
 
 And cufPd his manly Cheeks, and tore his Face ; 
 
 Then fafe retir'd, and towVd in empty Space. 
 
 Alcides bore not long his flying Foe: 
 
 But, bending his inevitable Bow, 
 
 Reach'd him in Air fufpended ashe flood, 
 
 And in his Pinion fix'd the feather'd Wood : 
 
 Light was the Wound ; but in the Sinew hung 
 
 Th~e Point, and his diCmled Wing unftrung : 
 
 He wheel'd in Air, and iivetch'd his Vans in vain: 
 
 His Vans no longer could his Flight fuitain : 
 
 For while one gathei'd Wind, one, unfupply'd, 
 
 Hung drooping down, nor pois'd his other Side : 
 
 He tell : the Shaft, that (lightly was imprefs'd, 
 
 Now from his heavy Fall with weight increas'd, 
 
 Drove thro' his Neck, aflant: he fpnrns the Ground; (HA$r : , 
 
 And the Soul iffues thro' the Weapon's Wound. D.Qvir 1 . 
 
 PERSECUTION. 
 
 My Racks have (et Men's Underftandings right; 
 My Dungeons blefs'd them with convincing Light: 
 Rebels have been fubdu'd at my Expence ; 
 Inform'd by Whips, and tortur'd into Senfe: 
 
 [tt/.i/J Gg My 
 
666 P H 
 
 My Reafons always due Irrjpreflions made : 
 
 P; oofs, that are felt, are fitteft to perfwade : 
 
 My Arguments with Eafe are understood ; 
 
 Adapted to the Man, and clear to Flefh and Blood: 
 
 And Reafon, to our Senfes clear and plain, 
 
 Will quickly to the Mind Admiflion gain : (Blac. Eliza, 
 
 O, what convincing Force have Prilons, Want and Pain ! 
 
 ? E R S E U S. 
 
 Not the wing'd Perfeus, with petrifick Shield 
 Of Gorgon's Head to more Amazement charm'd the Foe j 
 Nor when on foaring Horfe he flew to aid 
 And fave from Monfters Rage the beauteous Maid : 
 Such wond'rous Charms can Godlike Valour (how ! Cong. 
 
 FETRONIUS. 
 
 Fanfy and Art in gay Petronius pleafe ; 
 The Scholar's Learning with the Courtier's Eafe. Pope. 
 
 P H A E T O N. 
 
 From Phcebus' felf the World no hazard run j 
 •But could not bear one Day his venturous Son : 
 He thro' new Ways the flaming Chariot drove $ (Cleop. 
 And all was Fear below, and Fire above. Sedl. Ant. 8c 
 
 Sifters of Phaeton. 
 
 — Next he fung 
 
 The Sifters mourning for their Brother's Lofs $ 
 Their Bodies hid in Barks, and furr'd with Mofs: 
 How each a Tiling Alder now appears, 
 And o'er the Po diftils her gummy Tears. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 PHANTOM. 
 
 Involv'd in Clouds Jove's Sifter-Goddefs flies, 
 And drives a Storm before her thro' the Skies : 
 Swift (he defcends, alighting on the Plain : 
 Of Air condens'd a Spe&re loon (he made, 
 And, what iEnea&was, fuch feem'd the Shade : 
 Adorn'd with Dardan Arms, the Phantom bore 
 His Head aloft j a plumy Creft he wore: 
 This Handappear'd a mining Sword to wield ; 
 And that fuftain'd an imitated Shield. 
 
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 Wkh manly Mien he ftalk'd along the Ground ; 
 
 Nor wanted Voice bely'd, nor vaunting Sound: 
 
 Thus haunting Ghofts appear to waking Sight j 
 
 Or dreadful Virions in our Dreams by Night : 
 
 The Spe&re feems the Daunian Chief to dare, 
 
 And flourishes his empty Sword in Air : 
 
 At this advancing Turnus hurl'd his Spear j 
 
 The Phantom wheel'd, and fecm'd to fly for Fear : 
 
 Deluded Turnus thought the Trojan fled j 
 
 And with vain Hopes his haughty Fanfy fed: 
 
 Whither, O Coward ? thus he call'd aloud j 
 
 Nor found he fpoke to Wind, and chas'd a Cloud-: 
 
 He faid 5 and, brandiffiing at once his Blade, 
 
 With eager Pace purfu'd the flying Shade : 
 
 By Chance a Ship wasfaften'd to the Shore : 
 
 The Planks were ready laid for fafe Afcent ; "1 
 
 For Shelter there the trembling Shadow bene : Ji 
 
 And skip'd, and skulk'd, and under Hatches went : j 
 
 Exulting Turnus, with regardlefs Hafte, 
 
 Afcends the Plank, and to the Galiy pafs'd : 
 
 The guileful Phantom now forfook the Shrowd, 
 
 And flew fublime, and vanifh'd in a Cloud. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 PHEASANT. 
 
 See ! from the Brake the whirring Pheafant fprings, 
 And mounts exulting on triumphant Wings : 
 Short is his Joy ! he feels thefiry Wound, 
 Flutters in Blood ; and. panting, beats the Ground. 
 Ah ! what avail his glofly, varying Dyes, 
 His purple Creft ; and Scarlet-circled Eyes, 
 The vivid Green his (hirjing Plumes unfold j 
 His painted Wings, and B re aft that flames with Gold ? Pope. 
 
 PHILOMEL. 
 
 Then, raviih'd Philomel, the Song exprefs'dj 
 The Crime reveal'd ; the Sifters cruel Feaft ; 
 And how in Fields the Lapwing Tereus rugns ; 
 The warbling Nightingale in Woods complains j 
 While Progne makes, on Chimney-Tops, her Moan; 
 And hovers o'er the Palace, once her own. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 PHILOSOPHER and PHILOSOPHY 
 
 With prying Eye fomefearch where Nature plays ; 
 And trace the Wanton thro' hcrdarkfojne Maie; 
 
 Ggi Whence 
 
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 Whence Health from Herbs ; how Groves from Seeds begun$ 
 
 How vital Streams in circling Eddies run, 
 
 Some teach why round the Sun the Spheres advance, 
 
 In the fix'd Meafures of their myftick Dance ; 
 
 How Tides, when heav'd by prefling Moons, o'erflow ; 
 
 How Sun-born Iris paints her fhow'ry Bow. Tick. 
 
 Howtow'rds both Poles the Sun's fixt Journey bends; 
 And how the Year his crooked Walk attends ; 
 Why from the Summer's Height he foon declines ; 
 And falls to vifit the cold Winter Signs ; 
 And then returns : And why the nimble Moon 
 Drives on her Chariot fafter than the Sun ; 
 And in one Month does thro' rhe Zodiack go, 
 While the grave Sun's a Year in walking thro' : 
 By what juft Steps the wand'rirg Lights advance, 
 And what eternal Meafures guide the Dance. 
 Why, when the adverfe Sun's bright Beauties flow, 
 And ftrike the Clouds, they paint the gawdy Bow : 
 And how the other Meteors rife and fall : 
 What (lamps the figur'd Snow, and moulds the Hail : 
 And why the Water's Pride and Beauty's loft, 
 When rig'rous Winter binds the Floods withFrofl. Cr.Luc. 
 
 Know'ft thou where Darknefs bears eternal Sway, 
 Or where's the Source of everlafting Day ? 
 Why Eurus fans the Eaftern Regions, borne 
 Upon the Couriers of the balmy Morn ? 
 Or why fometimes the gentle Ev'ning Breeze 
 Sleeps on the Waves, or murmurs thro* the Trees ? 
 Or why the Winds fometimes their Pinions try, 
 Whisk o'er the Plain, and battel in the Sky? 
 On ruddy Wings why forky Ligl rning flies, 
 And rouling Thunder guimbles in the Skies ? 
 Know'ft thou whv Comets threaten in rhe Air, 7 
 
 Heralds of Woe, Deftruction and Defpair, > 
 
 The Plague, the Sword, and all the Forms of War ? Jfc 
 
 Or why the driving Hail with rufhing Sound 
 Pours from on high, and rattles on the Ground ? 
 How hover Snows, and wanton in the Air, 
 Fall by degrees, andcloath the hoary Year ? 
 Why pearly Rain in fruitful Showers'flows, 
 And on each Bod 3 fudden Spring bellows ? 
 Or why rhe Heav'ns are charg'd'wirh c;loomy Clouds, 
 Which, rufhing clown, precipita'ejn Floods ? 
 Or how the Summer decks her felt with Charms, 
 Or hoary Winter locks fiis frozen Arms? Broome. 
 
 On Earth, in Air, amidfl the Seas andSkies, 
 Mount ■ inbas I (caps af Wonders rife ; 
 
 Wbofe 
 
 
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 Whofe rowMng St-ength will ne'er fubmit 
 To Reafon's Ban'ries, or the Mines of Wit : 
 
 Yet Mill inquiring, dill miltaken Man, 
 Each Hour repuls'd', each Hour dares onward p efs, 
 And, levelling at God his wand'ring Guefs, 
 That feeble Engine of his reas'ning War, 
 Which guides his Doubts, and combats his Defpair } 
 Laws to his Maker the learn'd Wretch can give, 
 Can bound that Nature, and prefcribe that Will, 
 Whofe pregnant Word did either Ocean fill ; (live. 
 
 Can tell us whence all Beings are, and how thepmo've, and 
 Thro' either Ocean, foolifh Man ! 
 That pregnant Word, feat forth again, 
 Might to a World extend each Atom there j 
 For ev'ry Drop call forth a Sea, a Heav'n for ev'r.y S:ar. 
 Let cunning Earth her fruitful Wonders hide j 
 And only lift thy ftagg'ring Reaion up 
 To trembling Calvary's aftonifli'd Top j 
 Then mock thy Knowledge, and confound thy Pride, 
 Explaining how Perfection fuffer'd Pain, 
 Almighty languifh'd, and Eternal dy'd : 
 How by her pitient Victor Death wasflain ; 
 And Earth prophan'd yet blefs'd with Deicide. 
 Then down with all thy boathd Volumes, down j 
 Only referve rhe fa ere d °ne : 
 
 Low, reverently low, 
 Make thy ftubb rn Knowledge bow ; 
 Weep out thy Reafon's, and thy Body's Eyes ; 
 
 Dcj cl thy felf, that thou may 'ft rife 3 
 To look to Heaven be blind to all below. 
 Then Faith, for Reafon's glimm'ring Light fhill give 
 
 Her immortal PerfpecT.ve ; 
 And Grace's P, efence Nature's Lofs retrieve : 
 
 Then thy enliven'd Soul fhallfee, 
 That all the Volumes of Philofophy, 
 With all their Comments, never could invent 
 So politick an Inftmmenr, 
 To reach the Heav'n of Heav'ns, the high Abode, 
 Where Mofes places his myfterious God ; 
 As was that Ladder which old Jacob rear'd, 
 When Lightdivine had human Darknefsckar'di 
 And his enlarg'd Ideas found the Road, 
 Which Faith had didated, and Angels trod. Prior, 
 
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 Stoick PHIL0&0THT. 
 
 The Stoicks thought 
 
 The Univerfe alive, and that a Soul, 
 
 Diffus'd throughout the Matter of the whole, 
 
 To all the vaft unbounded Frame was giv'n, (Heav'n : 
 
 And ran thro' Earth, and Air, and Sea, and all the Deep of 
 
 That this firlt kindled Life in Man and Beaft * 
 
 Life, that again flows into this at laft : 
 
 That no compounded Animal could die ; +\ 
 
 But, when diffolv'd, the Spirit mounted high S 
 
 Dwelt in a Star, and fettled ia the Sky. Add. Virg. J 
 
 Epicurean FHILOSOPHT. 
 
 They think, fince Gods gave Things Beginning-, 
 And fet this Whirligig a fpinning, 
 .Supine they in their Heav'n remain, 
 Exempt from PaflGon and from Pain ; 
 And frankly leave iw human Elves, 
 !To cut and faufflle for our felves : 
 To ftand or walk, to rife or tumble, 
 As Matter and its Motions jumble. Prior. 
 
 So Atoms, dancing round the Centre, 
 They urge, made all Things at a venture. Puor. 
 
 P H OE B V S. 
 
 Kle Phoebus loves ; for he my Mufe infpires ; (Virg, 
 
 And, in her Songs, the Warmth h: gave, requires. Dryd. 
 
 O Patron of Sovactes'high Abodes j 
 Phoebus, the ruling PowV among the Gods ; 
 Whom firft we ferve , whole Woods of unituousPine 
 Are fell'd for thee •> and to thy Glory (hine : 
 By thee trotsfted, with our naked Soles, 
 Thro' Flames unfmdg'd we march, and tread the kindled 
 
 Coals. Dryd. Virg. 
 Sing on this Pipe thy Phoebus ; and the Wood, 
 Where once his Fane of Parian Marble Mood : 
 On this his antient Oracles rehearfe ; 
 And with new Numbers grace the God of Verfe. Dr.Virg, 
 Idol of the Eaftern Kings j 
 Awful as the God, who flings 
 His Thunder round, and Lightning wings : 
 God of Songs, and Orphean Strings-! Lee. OEdip. 
 
 " Del- 
 
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 Delbhos and Tenedos my Rule obey, 
 In fev ral Ifles I fcvVal Sceptres fway : 
 AH Nations offer Incenfe at my. Shrine, 
 And all thofe Beams, that light the World, are mine : 
 I know, what Time bears in her teeming Womb ; 
 And all that was, and is, and is to come : 
 I teach foft Numbers to the mighty Nine, 
 The wond'rous Harmony they make, is mine. 
 Sure are the Wounds I fend from ev'ry Dan. 
 To the rich Earth foft Remedies I give, 
 Allotting Man a longer Time to live j 
 To me the Ufe of ev'ry Herb is known. Hopk. Ovid. 
 
 Then Phoebus urg'd his Flight, 
 
 With Fury kindled, from Olympus* Height; 
 
 His Quiver o'er his ample Shoulders threw ; f Dr. Horn. 
 
 His Bow twang'd, and his Arrows rattled as they flew. 
 
 Palace ef P H OE B U S. 
 
 The Sun's bright Palace, on high Pillars rais'd, 
 With burnifli'dGold, and flaming Jewels blaz/d : 
 The folding Doors difpers'd a filver Light, 
 And with a milder Gleam refrefli'd the Sight : 
 Of polifh'd Iv'ry was the Cov'iing wrought, 
 The Metals vy'd not with the Workman's Thought : 
 For here the Figure of the Heav'ns was plac'd, 
 Here circling Seas the rounded Earth embrac'd, 
 And Gods and Goddefles the Waters grac'd. 
 Ageonhere a mighty Whale beftrode j 
 Triton, and Proteus the deceiving God, 
 With Doris here were form*d, and all her Train 5 
 Some loofely fwimming in the painted Main, 
 While fomc on Rocks their dropping Hair divide, 
 And fome on Fifhes thro* the Waters glide : 
 Their Looks were all alike, tho' not the fame ; 
 For Looks alike the Sifterhood became : 
 On Earth a diff'rent Landskip courts the Eyes, n 
 
 Men, Towns, and Beads, in various Profpedl rife j C 
 
 And Nymphs, and Streams, and Woods, and rural Deities* J 
 O'er all, the Heav'ns refulgent Image fhines : 
 On either Door were fix engraven Signs. Add. Ovid. 
 
 Throne of P H OE B U S. 
 The God (its high exalted on a Throne 
 Of blatina Gems, with purple Garments on : 
 On ev'ry Side the Days, and Months ; and Year, 
 And Hours, and Ages, on his Coafts appear : 
 
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 Here blooming Spring with flow 'ry Wreaths is bound, 
 Here Summer llands in whcaten Garlands crown'd, 
 Here Autumn from the trodden Vintage fweats, 
 And hoary Winter in the Rear retreats. Add. Ovid. 
 
 Chariot of P HOE BU S. 
 A golden Axle did the Work uphold, 
 Gold was the Beam, the Wheels were orb'd with Gold : 
 The Spokes in Rows of Silver pleas'd the Sight, y 
 
 Thel-farnedes with (Kidded Gems were bright, £ 
 
 Apollo foin'd in the reflected Light : J 
 
 Soon as the Father faw the ruddy Morn, 
 And the Moon fnining with a blunter Horn, 
 He bid the nimble Hours, without Delay, 
 Bring cut the Steeds, the nimble Hours obey : 
 From their full Racks the gen'rons Steeds retire, 
 Dropping Ambrofial Foams, and fnorting Fire. Add. Ovid* 
 
 P H OE N I X. 
 
 As when 
 
 The Bird of Wonder dies, the Maiden Phoenix, 
 
 Her Afhes new create another Heir, 
 
 As great in Admiration as her feif. Shak. Hen. 8. 
 So when the new-born Phoenix firffc is ^n, 
 
 Her fearher'd Subjects all adore their Queen ; 
 
 And, while fhe makes her Progrefs thro' the Eaft, 
 
 From ev'ry Grove her num'rous Train's increas'd : 
 
 Each Poet of the Air her Glory lings, 
 
 And round him the pleas'd Audience clap their Wings. Dryd. 
 J Tis the Arabian Bird aione 
 Lives chafte, becaufe there is but one : 
 Bur had kind Nature made them two, 
 They would like Doves and Sparrows do. Roch. 
 
 P HTSICIAN and PHTSICK. 
 
 I found them inConfult : they fhook their Heads, 
 And, in moft grave and .folemn Wife, unfolded 
 Matter, which little purported, but Words 
 Rank'd in right learned Phrafe. -, — . Rowe. Amb. Stepm. 
 
 For Hang-men, Women's Scorn, and Doctors Skill, 
 All by a licens'd Way of Murder kill. Oldh. 
 
 Call our PhyficiaaSj, hafte, I'll give an Empire 
 
 To fave her. Say, are thefe Wounds mortal ? 
 
 Raife your dafhM Spirits from the Earth, and fay, 
 Say, (he (hall live, and I will make you Kings : 
 
 Give. 
 
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 Give me this one, this poor, this only Life, 
 And I will pardon you for all the Wounds, 
 Which your Arts widen; all Difeafes, Deaths, 
 Which your damn'd Drugs throw thro' the lingering Wond. 
 
 Lee. Alex. 
 The Sons of Art all Med'cincs try'd, 
 And ev'ry noble Remedy apply'd : 
 
 With Emulation each effay'd 
 His utmoft Skill : nay more, he prayM ! 
 Never was loiing Game with better Conduit play'd. 
 Death never won a Stake with greater Toil ; 
 Nor e'er was Fate fo near a Foil : 
 Bur, like a Fortrefs on a Rock, 
 Th'impregnable Difeafe their vain Attempts did mock; 
 They min'd it near, they batter'd from afar 
 With all the Cannon of the med'cinal War : 
 No gentle Means could be elTay'd : 
 'Twas beyond Parly when the Siege was lay'd. ' 
 Now Art was tir'd without Succefs ; 
 No Racks could make the ftubborn Malady confefs* 
 The vain Infurances of Life 
 Forfook th'unequal Strife. 
 Death and Defpair were in their Looks : 
 No longer they confult their Memories or Books : 
 
 Like helplefs Friends, who view from Shore 
 The lab'ring Ship, and hear the Temped roar: 
 
 So flood they with their Arms acrofs, 
 Not ro aflift; but to deplore 
 Th'inevitable Lofs. Dryd. 
 But neither Pills nor Laxatives I like j 
 They only ferve to make a Well-man fick : 
 Of thefe his Gain the (harp Phyfician makes; 
 And often gives a Purge, but feldom takes : 
 They not correct, but poifon, all the Blood ; 
 And ne'er did any but the Doctors good : 
 Their Tribe, Trade, Trinkets, I dery them all, 
 With ev'ry Work of 'Pothecary's Hall. Dryd Chauc. The 
 
 (Cock and the Fox,. 
 So liv'd our Sires, ere Doctors learn'd to kill ; 
 And mukiply'd with theirs, the Weekly Bill : 
 Pity the gen'rous Kind their Cares beftow 
 To fearch forbidden Truths, a Sin to know : 
 To which, if human Science could attain, 
 The Doom of Death, pronoune'd by God, were vain r 
 In vain the Leech would interpofe Delay - T 
 Fate fattens firft, and vindicates the Prey : 
 
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 What Help from Arts Endeavours can we have ? } 
 
 Guibbons but guefies ; nor is Cure to Cave : (Grave. V 
 
 Bin- Maurus fweeps whole Pariflies, and peoples ev'ry > 
 And no more Mercy to Mankind will ufe, 
 Than when he robb'd and murder'd Maro's Mufe. 
 Would'ft thou be Toon rtifpatch'd, and perifh whole ? 
 Truft Maurus with thy Body, M-lb-rn with thy Soul. 
 
 The Tree of Knowledge, once in Eden plac'd, 
 Was eafy found, but was forbid the Tafte : 
 O, had our Grandfne walk'd without his Wife, 
 He firft had fought the better Plant of Life : 
 Now, both are loft : yet, wand'ring in the Dark, 
 Phyficians, for the Tree, have found the Bark : 
 They, lab'ring for Relief of human Kind, *\ 
 
 With {harpen'd Sight fome Remedies may find ; S 
 
 Th' Apothecary-Train is wholly blind. S 
 
 From Files a Random Recipe they take, 
 And many Deaths of one Prefcription make. 
 The Shop-man fells, and by Deftruition lives. 
 Ungrateful Tribe, who, like the Viper's Brood, 
 From Med'cine iffuing, fuck their Mother's Blood f 
 Let thele obey ; and let the Learn'd prefcribe, 
 That Men may die, without a double Bribe : 
 Let them, bi>t under their Superiors, kill; 
 When Doctors firft have (ign'd the bloody Bill. Dryd. 
 
 What, tho' the Art of Healing we pretend, 
 He that defigns it ieatt, is moft a Friend : 
 Into the Right we e:r ; and mult confefr, 
 To Overfigftts we often owe Succef- : 
 Thus BeiTus got the Battel in the Play ; 
 His glorious Cowardife reftor'd die Day : 
 So the fam'd Grecian Piece ow'd its Defert 
 To Chance, and not the labour'd Strokes of Art. Ga; th. 
 
 For fave or flay, this Privilege we claim, 
 Tho' Credit fuffers, the Reward's the fame. Garth. 
 
 Phylicians, if they're wife,fhould never think 
 Of any other Arms than Pen and Ink. Garth. 
 
 Erroneous Practice fca: ce could give you Pain : 
 Too well you know, the Dead will ne'er complain. Garth. 
 
 Machaon, whofe Experience we adore, 
 Great, as your matchlefs Merits, is your Pow'r: 
 At your Approach, the baffled Tyrant, Death, 
 Breaks his keen Shafts, and grinds his clafhing Teeth. Gar-. 
 
 To him theStygten Pilot, fmiling, faid, 
 You need no Paffport to demand our Aid : 
 Phyficians never linger on this Strand j 
 Old Charon's ptefent ftill at their Command: 
 
 Our 
 
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 Our awful Monarch and his Confort owe 
 
 To rhem the Peopling of their Realms below. Garth 
 
 Now fick'ntng Phyiick hangs her penfive Head, 
 And, what was once a Science, now's a Trade,: 
 Her Sons ne'er rifle her myfterious Store j 
 But ftudy Nature lefs, and Lucre more : 
 I (hew'd, of old, how viral Currents glide, 
 And the Maeanders of their refluent Tide. 
 Then Willis, why fpontaneous Anions here, 
 And whence involuntary Motions there: 
 And how the Spirits, by mechanickLaws, 
 In wild Careers, tumultuous Riots caufe. 
 But now fuch wond'i ous Searches are forborn, 
 And Plan's Ait is by Divilions torn. Garth. 
 
 College bf P HTSICIANS. 
 
 Not far from that mod celebrated Place, 
 Where angry Juftice fhews her awful Face; 
 Where little Villains muft fubmit to Fate, 
 That great Ones may enjoy the World in State ; 
 There ftands a Dome, majeftick to the Sight, 
 And fumptuous Arches bear its oval Height ; 
 A golden Globe, plac'd high with artful Sk 11, 
 Seems, to the diftant Sight, a gilded Pill. 
 This Pile was, by the pious Patron's Aim, 
 Rais'd for a Ufe as noble as its Frame: 
 Nor did the Learn'd Society decline 
 The Propagation of that great Defign : 
 But now thofe great Inquiries are no more ; 
 And Faction skulks, where Learning (hone before:. 
 The drooping Sciences neglected pine j 
 And Pxan's Beams with fading Luftre Qiine : 
 No Readers here with he&ick Looks are found, 
 Or Eyes in Rheum, thro' Midnight Warching drow./d : - 
 The lonely Edifice in Sweat complains, 
 That nothing there, but empty Silence, reigns. Garths 
 
 TIC T S. 
 
 There was a Northern Nation, fierce and bold,' 
 On whofe dy'd B i:es, fearful to behold-! 
 Wild Beafts infcnb'd, and ray'nous Birds were borne, - M 
 Which their vaft Limbs did dreadfully adorn : 
 So fierce they feem'd, as ready to devour 
 The nakcdLimbs, which the wild Monfters bore, 
 
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 Their hieroglyphick Armies, ftain'd and fmear'd • 
 V/ith various Colours, and ftrange Forms appear 'd, 
 In pageant Armour, and a painted State, (Arch. 
 
 Like Troops of Heralds, which on Triumphs wait. Blac. P. 
 
 } 
 
 P I c u s. 
 
 Above the reft, as Chief of all the Band, 
 Was Picus plac'd j a Buckler in his Hand j 
 His other wav'd a long divining Wand : 
 Girt in his Gabin Gown the Hero fate ; 
 Yet could not with his Art avoid his Fate: 
 For Circe longhad lov'd the Youth in vain; 
 'Till Lcve, refus'd, converted to Difdain : 
 Then, mixing pow'rful Herbs with magick Art, 
 She chang'd his Form, who could not change his Heart: 
 Conftrain'd him in a Bird, and made him fly, 
 With Party-colour'd Plumes, a chatt'ring Pye. Dryd. Virg, 
 
 PILOT. 
 
 So fares the Pilot, when his Ship is tofs'd 
 in troubled Seas, and all its Steerage loft : 
 He gives her to the Winds; and, in Defpair, 
 Puts his laft Refuge in the Gods and Pray'r. Add. Ovid. 
 
 — Ev'ry Pilot 
 
 Can fteer the Ship in Calms, but he performs 
 
 The skilful Part, can manage it in Storms. Den. Sophy. 
 
 — — Each petty Hand 
 
 Can fteer a Ship becalm'd ; but he, that will 
 Govern, and carry her to his Ends, muft know 
 His Tides, his Currents ; how to fliift his Sails ; 
 "What (he will bear in foul, what in fair, Weather; 
 Where her Springs are, her Leaks; and how to flop them ; 
 What Sands, what Shelves, what Rocks do threaten her; 
 The Forces, and the Natures of all Winds, 
 Gufts, Storms, aud Tempefts ; when her Keel ploughs Hell, 
 And Deck knocks Heav'n : then, then to manage her 
 Becomes the Name and Office of a Pilot. Johnf Cat. 
 As if a Pilot, that appears 
 
 To fit ftill only, while he fteers ; 
 
 And does not make, norNoife, nor Stir, 
 
 Like cv'ry common Mariner, 
 
 Knew nothing of the Card, nor Star, 
 
 And did not guide the Man of War. Hud. 
 Wife Pilots at the Port a Tempeft fear. Sedl. Ant. 6c Cle. 
 
 Thus, 
 
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 Thus, tacking oft to catch the veering Winds, 
 The skilful Pilot works into the Bay. Tate. Loy. Gen, 
 
 F IT Y. 
 
 Pity's that Touch within, which Nature gave 
 For Man to Man, ere Fortune made a Slave: 
 Sure it defcends from that dread Pow'r alone, "> 
 
 Who levels Thunder from his awful Throne ; > 
 
 And (hakes both Worlds, yet hears the Wretched groan. > 
 'Tis what the ancient Sage could ne'er define $ 
 Wondei'd; and call'd, Part human, Part divine: 
 Tis that pure Joy, which Guardian-Angels know, 
 When timely they alTiit their Care below ; 
 When they the Good p-ote£r, the 111 oppofe. Steele. 
 
 Pity's the Harbinger of Love. Den. Iphig. 
 
 Pity is the Virtue of the Law, 
 And none but Tyrants ufe it cruelly. Shak. Tim. of Ath. 
 
 Pity does with a noble Nature fuit. Dryd. Auren. 
 
 Where Pity refts, there Mercy too will lodge- Lanfd.H.Lov. 
 
 '3 
 
 do not, do not fpeak 
 
 There is an Eloquence in rilent Pity, 
 
 Beyond Expreflion. ■ Hopk. Pyn hus. 
 
 Such San&ity, fuch Tendernefs, fo mix'd (M. Bride. 
 
 With Grief, as would draw Tears from Inhumanity. Gong. 
 
 None are fo hateful to the Gods, as thofe (Love. 
 
 Who with hard Hearts delight in others Grief. Lanfd. Her, 
 
 Into her gentle Bread I'll pour my Sighs, 
 The only Balm to my afflicted Mind : 
 Her gen'rous Pity fofrens ev'ry Grief; 
 For all the Wretched love to be condol'd. 
 Such is the Ufe and noble End of FriendGlip, 
 To bear a Part in ev'ry Storm of Fate ; (Conq. 
 
 And, by dividing, lighter make the Weight. Hig. Gen. 
 
 I find a Pity hangs upon his Brealt, (Lerm. 
 
 Like gentle Dew, that cools all cruel Paffions. How. D. of 1 
 
 Pity is Heav'n's and yours : nor can fhe find (& Arc. 
 
 A Throne fo foft, as in a Woman's Mind. Dryd. Ch.Pal.6c 
 
 ■ Hecaft his Eyes afide, 
 
 And faw a Quire of mourning Dames, who lay 
 
 By two and two acrofs the common Way : 
 
 At his Approach they rais'd a rueful Cry, 
 
 And beat their Breafts, and held their Hands on high ; 
 
 Creeping and crying, 'till they feiz/d at laft 
 
 His Courfer's Bridle,, and his Feet embrae'd. 
 
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 *Tis thine, O King, th* Afflicted toredrefs*. 
 Let fall fome Drops or* Pity on our Grief ; 
 If what we beg be juft, and we deferve Relief. 
 At this fhe (hriek'd aloud : the mournful Train 
 Echo'd her Grief; and, grovTing on the Plain, 
 With Groans, and Hands upheld", to move his Mind, (Arc. 
 Befought his Pity to their helplefs Kind. Dryd. Ch. Pal. & 
 
 - Have you put off 
 
 All Senfe of human Mature? i.eep a little, 
 
 A little Pity to diftinguifh Manhood ; 
 
 Left other Men, tho" cruel, fhould difclaim you, (Pen. 
 
 And judge you to be number'd with the Beafts. Rowe. Fair 
 
 Objects of Pity, when the Caufe is new, 
 Still work too fiercely on the giddy Crowd : 
 Had Gefar's Body never been expos'd, 
 Brutus had gain'd his Caufe. Dryd. Sp. Fryar. 
 
 PLAGUE 
 
 Then on a fudden came a deadly Year j 
 A dreadful Plague infecled all the Air : 
 The Men, and Beads, and Fowls, and Fiflies, pin'd; 
 And Trees and Plants in one Deltru&ion join'd : 
 All fudden dy'd, or drag'd a ling'ring Death : 
 Hot Sirius fcorch'd the Plains with his contagious Breath j 
 Parch'd was the Grafs, and blighted was the Corn. 
 
 Laud. Virg. 
 
 Now deadly Plagues invade the lazy Air, 
 Reek to the Clouds, and hang malignant there : 
 From Nefts fuch the Stygian Vapours rife, 
 And with Contagion taint the purer Skies $ 
 Such too Typhceus' fteamy Caves convev. 
 And breathe blue Poifons on the golden Diy : 
 Thence liquid Streams the mingling Plague receive, 
 And deadly Potions to the thirfty give : 
 To Man the Mifchicf fp.eads $ the fell Difeafe 
 In fatal Draughts does on his Entrails feize ; 
 A rugged Scurf, all loathly to be feen, 
 Spreads, like a Bark, upon his filken Skin; 
 Malignant Flames his fwelling Eye-balls dart, 
 And feem with Anguifh from their Seats to ftart j 
 Fires o'er his glowing Cheeks and Vifage ftray, 
 And mark, in crimfon Sneaks, their burning Way ; 
 Low droops his Head, declining from its Height, 
 And nods and totters with the fatal Weight. 
 With winged Hafle the fwift Deftru&ion flies,. 
 And fcarce the Soldier fickens ere he dies. 
 
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 Now falling Crowds at once reilgn their Breath, 
 And doubly taint the noxious Air with Death. 
 Carelefs their putrid CarcaiTes are fpread ; 
 And, on the Earth their dank, unwholefome Bed, 
 The Living reft in common with the Dead. Rowe.Luc. 
 
 A Plague, thus rais'd, bid learned Athens walle : 
 Thro' ev'ry Street, thro' all the Town it pafs'd, 
 Blalling both Man and Beaft with pois'nous Wind : 
 Death fled before, and Ruin flalk'd behind. 
 From Egypt's burning Sands the Fever came, 
 More hot than thofe that ■ ais'd the deadly Flame. 
 The Wind, that bore the Fate, wentflowly on, 
 And, as it went, was heard to figh and groan : 
 At lait, the raging Plague did Athens feize ; 
 The Plague, and Death attending the Difeafe: 
 Then die the Men by Heaps, by Heaps they rail, 
 And the whole City made one Funeral. 
 Firlt, fierce, unufual Torments, feiz/d the Head • 
 The glowing Eyes, with blood-fhot Beams, look'd red j 
 Like blading Sta-s, approaching Fate forefhew'd : 
 The Mouth and Jaws were HU'd with clotted Blood ; 
 The Throat with Ulcers ; the Tongue could fpeak no more; 
 But, overflow'd, and d ov»n'd in putrid Gore, 
 Grew ufelefs, rough, and fca're could make a Moan ; 
 Nay, fca^ce enjoy'd the v,retc'red Pow'r to groan. 
 Next, thvo' the Jaws, the Plague reach'd esVi the Breaft : 
 And there, the Heart, the Seat of Life, poflefs'd : 
 Then Life began to fail : Strange Stinks now come f 
 
 From ev'ry putrid Breaft, as from a Tomb : *» 
 
 A fad P eiage, that Death prepav'd the Room. S 
 
 The Body weak, the Mind did fadiy wait 
 And fear'd, but could not fly, approaching Fate : 
 To thefe fierce Pains were join'd continual Care, 
 And fad Complainings, Groans, and deep Dtfpair. 
 The Body, red with Ulcers, fwol'n with Pains, 
 As when the facred Fire fpreads o'er the Veins : 
 But all within was Fire : fuch fierce Flames burn, 
 No Cioaths could be endur'd, no Garments worn ; 
 But all, as if the Plague, that nVd their Blood, 
 Peftroy'd all Virtue, Modefty, and Good y 
 Lay naked, wifhing (till for cooling Air, 
 Or ran to Springs, and hop'd to find it there: 
 And fome leapt into Wells ; in vain: the Hear, 
 Or ftill increas'd, or flill remain'd as great : 
 In vain they drank \ for when the Water came 
 Tq th' burning Breaft, it hifs'd before. the Flame: 
 
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 And thro' each Mouth fuch Streams of Vapours rife, 
 Like Clouds, they darken'd all the ambient Skies : 
 The Pains continu'd ; and the Body dead 
 And fenfelefs all before the Soul was fled : 
 Phyficians came, and faw ; and fhook their Head. 
 No Sleep, the pain'd and weary r d Man's Delight ; 
 Their firy Eyes, like Stars, wak'd all the Night. 
 And when Death came at laft, it chang'd the Nofe, 
 And made it (harp, and prefs'd the Noltrils clofe j 
 Hollow'd the Temples ; fore'd the Eye-balls in ; 
 And chill'd, and harden'd all, and lfretch'd the Skin. 
 They lay not long; but foon their Life relign : 
 The Warning was but fhort; eight Days or nine : 
 Some loft their Eyes ; and fome prolong'd their Breath 
 By Lofs of Hands : fo ftrong the Fear of Death ! 
 The Minds of fome did dull Oblivion blot ; 
 And they their Actions and themfelves forgot. 
 And, tho' the fcatter'd Bodies naked lay, J 
 
 Yet Beafts rcfus'd ; the Birds fled all away; > 
 
 They us'd their Wings to fhun the eafy Prey. Cr. Lucr. V 
 
 And at full Meals they hunger, pine, and die. 
 The Vultures afar off, that faw the Feaft, 
 Rejoic'd, and call'd their Friends to tafte : 
 
 They rally'd up their Troops in Hafte : 
 
 Along came mighty Droves, 
 Forfook their Young Ones, and their Groves, 
 
 Each one his native Mountain and his Neft : 
 They come ; but all their Carcafles abhor ; 
 
 And now avoid the dead Men more, 
 
 Than weaker Birds the living Men before : 
 
 But if fome bolder Fowls theFlefh affay, 
 
 They were deftroy'd by their own Prey. Sprat. 
 
 (Plague of Athens- 
 The Plague walk'd thro' the Woods : in ev'ry Den 
 
 Beafts lay, and (igh'd, and groan'd, arid dy'd, like Men. 
 
 The faithful Dogs dropp'd down in ev'ry Street, 
 
 And dy'd at their departing Mailer's Feet. 
 
 All the Infected lay in deep Defpair, 
 
 Expeding coming Death with conftant Fear : 
 
 Pale Ghofts flill walk before their Eyes, and fright : 
 
 No dawning Hopes broke thro' their difmal Night j 
 
 No Thoughts of Help. 
 
 Befides ; the fierce Infection., quickly fpread, 
 
 When one poor Wretch was fall'n, toothers fled 
 
 One kill'd, the Murderer ftrait cafts his Eye 
 
 Around ; and, if he faw a Witneft by, 
 
 Kill'd him for Fear of a Difcovery. 
 
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 Thofe Wrcrches too, that, greedy to live on, 
 
 Or fled, or left infe£ted Friends alone, 
 
 Strait felt their Punifhment ; and quickly found, 
 
 No Flight could fave, no Place £ecure from Wound; 
 
 A ftrong Infeclion all their Walks attends; 
 
 They fail as much negle&ed as their Friends : 
 
 Like rotten Sheep, they die in wretched State j. 
 
 And none to pity, or to mourn, their Fate. 
 
 Thofe, whom their Friends Complaints and piteous Cries 
 
 Had forc'd to come, and fee their Miferies, 
 
 Receiv'd th'infe&ious, and the fatal Breath ; 
 
 An innocent Murd'rer, he that gave Death ! 
 
 Some rais'd their Friends a Pile ; that Office done, 
 
 Return'd, and griev'd, and then prepar'd their own : 
 
 A treble Mifchief this, and no Relief; 
 
 Not one but fufFer'd Death, Difeafe, or Grief. 
 
 The Shepherd 'midft his Flocks retign'd his Breath ; 
 
 Th'infe&ed Ploughman burnt and ffarv'd to Dearh j 
 
 By Plague and Famine both the Deed was done : 
 
 The Ploughman was too ftrong to yield to one. 
 
 Here, dying Parents, on their Children cart, (Xucr. 
 
 There Children, on their Parents, breath'd their laft. Creech. 
 
 The Friend, that hears his Friends laft Cries, 
 
 Parts his Grief for him, and then diesj 
 
 Lives not enough to clofe his Eyes. 
 The Father at his Death 
 Speaks his Son Heir with an infe&ious Breath : 
 
 The Servant needs not here be flain, 
 To ferve his Matter in the other World again ; 
 
 They languifhing together lie ; 
 
 Their Souls away together fly. 
 
 The Husband gafps ; his Wife lies by : 
 
 It muft be her Turn next to dye. 
 The Husband and the Wife 
 Too truly now are one, and live one Life. 
 That Couple, which the Gods did entertain, 
 
 Had made their Prayer here in vain > 
 
 No Fates in Death could them divide ; 
 They muft, without their Privilege, together both have dy'd. 
 
 Sprat. Plague of Athens. 
 Men flock'd from ev'ry Part; all Places till'd ; 
 Where Crowds were great, by Heaps theSicknefs kilFd: 
 Some in the Streets, fome near the Fountains lay, 
 Which quench'd their Flame, but wafli'd their Souls away. 
 Death now had fill'd the Temples of the Gods : 
 The Priefts themfelves, not Bsafts, are th' Altars Loads. 
 
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 Now no Religion, now no Gods were fear'd ; 
 Grearer than all the prefent Plague appear'<f: 
 All Laws of Burial loft ; and allconhis'd j 
 No folemn Fires, no decent Order us'd : 
 But, as the State of Things would then permit, 
 Men burnt their Friends ; nor look'd on Juft, and Fit. 
 Some, O imperious Want ! a Carcafs fpoil, 
 And burn their Friend upon another's Pile ; 
 And then would ftrive, and fight, and ftill defendj 
 And often rather die, than leave their Friend : 
 The other loft his Pile by pious Theft ; 
 A poor PofTeflion ! all that Fate had left ! Creech. Lucr. 
 Draw back, draw back, thy Sword, O Fate, 
 Left thou repent, when 'tis too late j 
 Left by thy making now io great a Wafte, 
 By fpending all Mankind upon one Feaft, (Athens. 
 
 Thou ftarve thy felf at laft. Sprat. Plague of 
 At length, kind Heav'n their Sorrows bade to ceale, 
 And ftay'd the peftilential Foes Increafe : 
 Frefti Breez.es from the Sea begin to rife, V 
 
 While Boreas thro' the laz.y Vapour flies, (Skies. > 
 
 And fweeps , with healthy wings, the rank polluted ) 
 Now fprightly Strength, now chearful Health returns, 
 And Life's fair Lamp, rekindled, brightly burns. Rowe. Luc, 
 
 PLAINTIFF. 
 
 '. He that firft complains, 
 
 Th'Ad vantage of the Bus'nefs gains : 
 For Courts of Juftice underftand 
 The Plaintiff to be eldeft Hand ; 
 Who, what he pleafes, may aver ; 
 The other, nothing, till he fwear: 
 Is freely admitted to all Grace, 
 And lawful Favour, by his Place: 
 And, for his bringing Cuftom in, 
 Has all Advantages to win. Hud. 
 
 PLANT. 
 
 And now the Mufe 
 
 Sings how the Soul of Plants, in Prifon held, 
 And bound with fluggifh Fetters, lies conceal'd; 
 'Till, with the Spring's warm Beams aimofl releasM 
 From the dull Weight, with which it lay opprefs'd. 
 Its Vigour fpreads, and makes the teeming Earth 
 Heave up, and labour with the fprouting Birth : 
 
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 The aSive Spirit Freedom feeks in vain j 
 It only works and twills a ftronger Chain : 
 Urging its Prifon's Sides to break away, 
 It makes that wider, where 'tis fore'd to (lay : 
 "rill, having form'd its living Houfe, it rears 
 Its Head, and in a tender Plant appears. 
 Hence fprings the Oak, the Beauty of the Grove ; 
 .Hence grows the Cedar ; hence the fwelling Vine 
 Does round the Elm its purple Clutters twine : 
 Hence painted Flow'rs the fmiling Gardens blefs, 
 Both with their fragrant Scent, and gawdy Drefs. 
 
 Blac. Pr. Arth. 
 
 P L A T E R. 
 
 When on the Stage, to the admiring Court, 
 We (trove to represent Alcides' Fury, 
 Ln all that raging Heat and Pomp of Madnefs, 
 With which the {lately Seneca adorn'd him, 
 So lively drawn, and painted with fuch Horrour : 
 Soon we were fore'd ro give it o'er ; Co loud 
 The Virgins ftiriek'd, fo tad they dy'd away ! Lee. Theod. 
 
 Like a dull A&or, now I have forgot 
 My Ptrt, and (lop ev'n to a full Difgrace. Shak. Coriol. 
 
 P L E A S I N G. 
 
 Pleafing as Winter Suns or Summer Shade. Dryd. Ovid. 
 
 'Tis (Irange how't comes to pat's, 
 
 That no one Man is pleas'd with what he has. 
 
 So Horace lings. • And fure, as ftrange is this; 
 
 That no one Man's difpleas'd with what he is. 
 The foolifh, ugly, dull, impertinent, 
 Are with their Perfons and their Parts con'enr. 
 Nor is that all : So odd a Thing is Man, 
 He mill would be what lead he (hould, or can. 
 Hence homely Faces Hill are foremoft it-en, 
 And crofs-Qiap'd Fops affeit the niceft Mien: 
 Cowards extol true Courage to the Skies j 
 And Fools are flill moll forward to advife : 
 Th'untrufted Wretch to Secrecy pretends, 
 Whifp'ring his Nothing round to all his Friends- 
 Dull Rogues affe&the Politicians Parr, 
 And learn to nod, and fmile, and fhrug with Art : 
 Who nothing has to lofe, the War bewails ; 
 And he, who nothing pays, at Taxes rails. 
 
 Thus 
 
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 Thus Man, perverfe, againft plain Nature drives, 
 
 And, ro be artfully abfurd, contrives. 
 
 Nature to each allots his proper Sphere, 
 
 But, that forfaken, we, like Comets, err : 
 
 Tofs'd thro' the Void, by Tome rude Shock we're brake, 
 
 And all our boafted Fire is loft in Smoke. 
 
 Next to obtaining Wealth, orPow'r, or Eafr, 
 
 Men mod affect in general to pleaie : 
 
 Of this Affeftion Vanity's the Source, 
 
 And Vanity alone obftru&s its Courfe. 
 
 That Telefoope of Fools, thro' which they fpy, 
 
 Merit remote, and think the Objedl nigh : 
 
 The Glafs remov'd, would each himlelf furvey, 
 
 And, in juft Scales, his Strength and VVeaknefs weigh; 
 
 Purfue the Path, for which he was defign'd, 
 
 And to his proper Fo ce adapt his Mind, 
 
 Scarce one, but to {bme Merit might pretend, 
 
 Perhaps might pleafe ; at leaft would not offend. 
 
 All Rules of Pleating in this one unite, 
 
 Affedt not any Thing in Natures Spight. 
 
 Baboons and Apes ridiculous we find j 
 
 For what? For, ill refembling Human-kind. 
 
 None are, for being what they are, in fault ; 
 
 But for not being what they would be rhoughr. Cong- 
 
 PLEASURE, 
 
 Alas, how poor a Trifle's all 
 That Thing which here we Pleafure call ! 
 Since what our verj^SouIs has coft, 
 Is hardly got, and quickly loft. Orinda. 
 There's no fuch Thing as Pleafure here; 
 
 'Tis all a perfect Cheat : 
 It does but fhine, and difappear j 
 
 Its Charms are but Deceit. 
 The empty Bribe of yielding Souls, 
 Which firft betrays, and then contronls. 
 It looks, indeed, at Diftance fair j 
 
 But fooii as we approach, 
 The Fruit of Sodom will impair 
 
 And perifh at a Touch : 
 In Being, than in Fanfy, lefs ; 
 And we expert more than poffefs. 
 What art thou then, thou winged Air, 
 
 More weak and fwift than Fame ; 
 Whofe nexr Succeflor is Defpair, 
 
 And its Attendants Shame ? 
 
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 Th'experienc'd Prince Cure Reafon had, 
 Who laid of Pleafure, it is mad. Orinda. 
 
 Pleafure, the Guide of Life and Miftrefs too ! Cr. Lucr. 
 
 Delight's the Bent of Nature. — Milt. Par. Loft. 
 
 What more can moll fubftantial Pleafure boaft, 
 Than Joy when prefmt, Memory when pad ? Farqh. 
 
 After the Fiercenefs of a common Pleafure, 
 A fuddain Heavinefs is natural. Lee. Mithr. 
 
 As Dangers in our Love-make [oys more dear ; 
 So Pleafure' s fweeteft, when 'tis mix'd with Fear. 
 
 Dryd. Affig. 
 
 The Pleafures of old Age brook no Delay, 
 Seldom they come, and foon they fly away. Dryd. Affig. 
 
 That Part of Blifs is leaft, which we receive: (Conq. 
 The nobler Pleafure fprings from what we give. Hig. Gen. 
 
 PLOT. 
 
 O think what anxious Moments pafs between 
 The Birth of Plots, and their laft fatal Periods : 
 Oh ! 'tis a dreadful Interval of Time, 
 Fill'd up with Horrourall, and big with Death! 
 Deftruftion hangs on ev'ry Word we fpeak, 
 On ev'ry Thought, 'till the concluding Stroke 
 Determines all, and clofes our Defign. Add. Cato. 
 
 Confpiracies no fooner ftiould be form'd 
 Than executed. Add. Cato. 
 
 How like Confpirators, at their firft Meeting, 
 With Caution we gaze filent on each other, 
 Expecting who (hall (tart the Bus'nefs firft. Tate. Loy. Gen. 
 
 Plots, true or falfe, are neceilaiy Things, ; 
 To raife up Commonwealth, and pull down Kings. Dryd. 
 
 (Abf. & Achit. 
 
 The Popijh Plot. 
 From hence began that Plot, the Nation's Cu?fe : 
 Bad in itfelf; but reprefented worfe ; 
 Rais'd in Extream?, and in Extreams decry'd ; 
 With Oaths afnrm'd ; with dying Vows deny'd: 
 Not weigh'd, or winnow'd, by the Multitude; 
 But fwallow'd in the Mafs, unchew'd and crude : 
 Some Truth there was, but difh'd and bre.v'd with Lies, 
 To pleafe the Fools, and puzzle all the Wife ; 
 Succeeding Times did equal Folly call, 
 Bdieving "Nothing, or believing all. Dryd. Abf. & Ach. 
 
 PL UTO. 
 
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 p Lur o. 
 
 From Heav'n I fpring ; and Saturn was my Sire: 
 The Pow'r of Pluto fli etches all around ; 
 Uncircumfcrib'd by Nature's utmoit Bound : 
 Where Matter, mould'ring, dies ; where Forms decay 
 Thro' the vaft tracklefs Void extends my Sway. 
 
 So Pluto, feiz'd of Proferpine, convey 'd 
 To Hell's tremendous Gloom th' affrighted Maid : 
 Then grimly fmil'd, pleas'd with the beauteous Prize; 
 Nor envy'd Jove his Sunftiine and his Skies. Add. Cato. 
 
 The Ravifher thus footh'd the weeping Fair ; 
 And checkM the Fury of his Steeds with Care: 
 PofTefs'd of Beauties Charms he calmly rode ; 
 And Love firft foften'd the relentlefs God. ■ 
 
 P O E S T and P O E T. 
 
 O facred Poefy ! O bound lefs Pow'r ! 
 What Wonders doit, thou trace, what hidden Worlds explore ! 
 Thro' Seas, Earth, Air, and the wide circling Sky, 
 What is not fought and feen,by thy all piercing Eye ? Cong 
 
 O Poefy divine ! O facred Song ! 
 To thee biight Fame, and Length of Days belong : 
 Thou, Goddefs, thou, Eternity canli give ; 
 And bid fecure the mortal Hero live. Rowe. Luc. 
 
 Lampoons, like Squibs, may make a fuddain Blaze; 
 But Time and Thunder pay Relpedt to Bays : 
 Achilles' Arms dazle our prefent View, 
 Kept by the Mufe as radiant and as new, 
 As from the Forge of Vulcan firft they came; 
 Thoufands of Years are paft, and they the fame : 
 Such Care (he takes 10 pay Delert with Fame ! Wall. 
 
 Poets have this to boaft ; without thtir Aid 
 The f'-efheil Laurels, nijx by Malice, fade; 
 And Virtue to Oblivion is betray'd : 
 The proudeft Honours have a narrow Date, 
 Unlefs they vindicate their Names from Fate. Hal. 
 
 The Painters draw arm'd Heroes as they fit: 
 The Task in Battel does the Mufes fit : 
 They, in the dark Confufion of a Fight, 
 Difcover all ; inftrud us how to write. 
 And Light and Honour to brave A&ions yield, 
 Hid in the Smoke and Tumult of the Field : 
 Ages to come fhall know that Leader's Toil, 
 And his great Name on whom the Mulls fmile. Wall. 
 
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 Riches and Titles with your Life muft end ; 
 "Nay, can not, ev'n in Life, your Fame defend : 
 Verfe can give Fame; can fading Beauties fave, 
 And after Death redeem them from the Graven 
 Embalm'd in Verfe, thro* diftant Times they come-; 
 Preferv'd, like Bees, within an Amber Tomb. 
 Poets, like Monarchs on an Eafte n Throne, 
 Reitrain'd by Nothing but thei: Will alone, 
 Here can c y up, and rhere as boldly blame, 
 And, as they pleafe, give Infamy or Fame: 
 For, as the Sun, that in the Marfhes breeds 
 Nothing but naufeous and unwholfbme Weeds, 
 With the fame Rays, on rich and pregnant Earth, 
 To pleafant Flow'rs. and ufeful Fruits gives Birth j 
 So Favours, caft on Fools, get only Shame j 
 On Poets (Tied, p< oduce eternal Fame ; 
 Their gen'rous Breafts warm with a genial Fire, 
 And more, than all the Mufes can, inipne. Walfli. 
 
 But Honours, which from Verfe their Source derive, 
 Shall both furmount Detraction and furvive : 
 , And Poets have unqueftion'd Right to claim, 
 ! If not the greateft, the mod lafting, Name. Cong. 
 Verfe comes from Heav'n, like inward Light ; 
 Mere human Pains can ne'er come by't : 
 The God, not we, the Poem makes j 
 We only tell Folks what he fpeaks : 
 Hence, when Anatomifts difcourfe, 
 How like Brutes Organs are to ours, 
 They grant, if higher Pow'rs think fir, 
 A Bear may foon oe made a Wit : 
 And that, for any Thing in Nature, 
 Pigs may fqueak Love- Odes, Dogs bark Satire. Pjior. 
 Mefiom the Womb the Midwife Mufe did take; 
 SSecut my Navel; wafh'd me, and my Head 
 With her own Hands file fafhioned ; 
 She did a Cov'nant with me make ; 
 1 And circumcisM my tender Soul ; and thus {he fpake : 
 Thou of my Church (halt be; 
 Hate and renounce, faid fhe, 
 Wealth, Honour, Pleafu: e ; all the World for me : 
 
 Thou neither great at Court, nor in the War, 
 Nor at th' Exchange (halt be, nor at the wrangling Bar : 
 Content thy felf with the fmall barren Praife, 
 Which negle&ed Verfe does raife : 
 She fpake, and all my Years to come 
 Took their unlucky Doom, 
 Their fev'ral Ways of Life let others chuTe ; 
 
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 Their fevVal Pleafures let them ufe ; 
 
 But I was born for Love, and for a Mufe. Cowl. 
 
 Poets are Cullies, whom Rook Fame draws in, 
 And wheadles with deluding Hopes to win : 
 But, when they hit, and molt fuccefsful are, 
 They fcarce come off with a bare faving Share. Oldh. 
 
 Of all thofe Fools, who with ill Stars are curft 
 Sure, fcribbling Fools, call'd Poets, fare the worft : 
 For they're a Sort of Fools, which Fortune makes ; 
 And, after fhe has made them Fools? fovfakes : 
 "With Nature's Oafs 'tis quite a diff'rent Cafe $ 
 For Fortune favours all her Ideot Race : 
 In her own Neft the Cuckoo-Eggs we find ; . 
 O'er which fhe broods to hatch the changling Kind : 
 No Portion for her own fhe has to fpare , 
 So much fhe doats on her adopted Care. Cong. 
 
 Poets, infpiv'd, write only for a Name j 
 And think their Labours well repay'd with Fame. Cong.O*. 
 
 I pity from my Soul unhappy Men, 
 Condemn'd by want to proftitute their Pen ; 
 Who rnuft, like Lawyers, cither rlarve or plead ; 
 And follow, right or wrong, where Guineas lead : 
 But you Pompilian, wealthy, pampei'd Heirs, 
 Who to your Countrey owe your Swords and Cares j 
 Let no vain Hopes your eafy Mind feducej 
 For rich ill Poets are without Excufe : 
 'Tis very dang'rous tamp'ring with a Mufe ; 
 The Profit's fmall ; and you have much to lofe : 
 For, tho' true Wit adorns your Birth or Place, 
 Degen'rate Lines degrade th' attainted Race. Rofc, 
 
 As an ill Conforr, and a coarfe Perfume 
 Difgrace the Delicacy of a Feaft : 
 So Poefie, whofe End is to delight, J^* 
 
 Admits of no Degrees ; but muft be ftill 
 Sublimely good, or defpicably ill. Rofc. Hor. 
 
 But few, oh few ! Souls, pre-01 dain'd by Fate, 
 The Race of G^ds have reach'd that envy'd Height : 
 No Rebel Titan's facrilegious Crime, 
 By heaping Hills on Hills, can thither climb : 
 The grieily Ferry-Man of Hell deny'd 
 /Eneas Entrance, till he knew his Guide. 
 How iuilly then will impious Mortals falf, 
 Whofe Pride wou'd foar to Heav'n withou 1 " a Call ? Rofc. 
 
 Before the radiant Sun a glimm'ring Lampj 
 Adult'rate Metals to the Sterling Stamp, 
 Appear not meaner, than mere human Lines, 
 Compar'd to thofe whofe Infpiration fhines: 
 
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 Thefe, nervous, bold ; thofe languid and remifs; 
 
 There, cold Salutes ; but here, a Lover's Kifs: 
 
 Thus have I feen a rapid, headlong Tide, 
 
 With foaming Waves, the paflive Soan dividej 
 
 Whofe lazy Waters without Motion lay ; 
 
 While he, "with eager Force.urg'd his impetuousWay.Rofo 
 
 Number and Rhyme, and that harmonious Sound, 
 W T hich never does the Ear with Harfhnefs wound, 
 Are neceffary, but yet vulgar, Arts: 
 For all in vain thefe fuperncial Parts 
 Contribute to the Structure of the Whole, 
 Without a Genius too : For that's the Soul ; 
 A Spirit, which infpires the Work throughout j 
 As that of Nat-ure moves the World about : 
 A Heat, which glows in ev'ry Word that's writ: 
 'Tis fomething of Divine, and more than Wit : 
 Itfelf unfeen, yet all Things by it fhown; 
 Defcribing all Men, but defcribM by none r 
 Where do'it thou dwell ? What Caverns of the Brain 
 Can fuch a vail and mighty Thing contain ? 
 When I, at idle Hours,"in vain thy Abfence mourn, 
 O where do'ft thou retire, and why do'it thou return, 
 Sometimes, with pow'rful Charms, to hurry me away, 
 From Plealures of the Night, and Bus'nefs of the Day ? 
 
 (Noun. 
 
 Whoever vainly on his Strength depends, 
 Begins like Virgil ; but like Msevius ends ; 
 That Wretch, in Spight of his forgotten Rhymes,, 
 Condemn'd to live to all fucceeding Times, 
 With pompous Nonfenfe and a bell'wing Sound, 
 Sung lofty Ilium tumbling to the Ground : 
 And, if my Mufe can thro' pail Ages fee, 
 That noify, naufeous, gaping Fool was he ; 
 Exploded, when, with univerfal Scorn, 
 The Mountains labour'd, and a Moufe was born. Rofc, 
 
 The Soil, intended for Pierian Seeds, 9 
 Muft be well purg'd from rank pedantick Weeds . 
 Apollo Marts, and all ParriafTns (hakes 
 At the rude Rambling Baralipton makes : 
 For none have been with Admiration read, 
 But who, beades their Learning, we;e well bred. Rofc. 
 
 He, that brings fulfome Objeds to my View, 
 With naufeous Images my Fanfy fills, 
 And all goes down like Oxymel of Squills ; 
 Inftruil the lift'ning World how Maro tings 
 Of ufeful Subjects and of lofty Things : 
 
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 Thefe will fuch true, fuch bright Ideas raife, 
 As merit Gratitude, as well as praife: 
 But foul Defcriptions are ofFenfwe ftill, 
 Either for being like, or being ill : 
 For who, without a Qualm, has ever look'd 
 On holy Garbage, tho' by Homer cook'd 
 Whofe railing Heros, and whofe wounded Gods 
 Make fome believe he fnores as well as nods. Rofc« 
 
 Still green with Bays each antient Altar Hands, 
 Above the Reach of facrilegious Hands : 
 Secure from Flames ; from Envy's fiercer Rage j 
 Definitive War ; and all-devouring Age : 
 See, from each Clime the Learn'd their Incenfe bring ; 
 Hear, in all Tongues confenting Paeans ring : 
 In Praife fo juft let ev'ry Voice bejoin'd, 
 And fill the general Chorus of Mankind : 
 Hail Bards triumphant ! Born in happier Days ! 
 Immortal Heirs of univerfal Praife ! 
 Whofe Honours with Increafe of Ages grow, 
 As Streams roul down, enlarging as they flow ! 
 Nations unborn your mighty Names fhall found, 
 And Worlds applaud, that muft not yet be found ! 
 O, may fome Spark of your celeftial Fire, 
 The laft, the meaneft, of your Sons infpire ; 
 That on weak Wings, from far, purfues your Flights \ 
 Glows while he reads ; but trembles as he writes, 
 To teach vain Wits a Science little known, 
 T'admire fuperior Senfe, and doubt their own. Pope, 
 
 Over our Paflions ftill they fo prevail 
 That our own Grief by theirs is rock'd afleep ; 
 The Dull are forc'd to feel, the Wife to weep. Norm „ 
 
 Such Praife is yours, while you the Paflions move, 
 That 'tis no longer feign'd, but real, Love ; 
 Where Nature triumphs over wretched Art : 
 We only warm the Head, but you the Heart : 
 Always you warm ;» and, if the rifing Year, 
 As in hot Regions, brings the Sun too near, 
 'Tis but to make your fragrant Spices blow, 
 Which in our colder Climates will not grow : 
 They only think vou animate your Theme 
 With too much Fire, who are themfelves all Phlegm : 
 Prizes wou'd be for Lags of iloweit Pace, 
 Were Cripples made the Judges of the Race: 
 Defpife thofe Drones, who praife, while they accufe, 
 The too much Vigour of your youthful Mufe : 
 That humble Style, which they their Virtue make, 
 Is in your Pow*r : you need but ftoop and take ; 
 
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 Your beauteous Images muft be allow'd 
 
 By all, but fome vile Poets of the Crowd : 
 
 But how ftiou'd any Sign-Poll-Dauber know 
 
 The Worth of Titian or of Angelo : 
 
 Hard Features ev'ry Bungler can command : 
 
 To draw true Beauty asks a Matter's Hand. Dr. to Nat.Lec. 
 
 Some fecret Magick works in ev'ry Line : 
 
 We judge not, but we feel the Pow'r divine. Coddr. 
 
 Cowley ! All Heav'n fure fill'd thy Bread 
 
 And made thy Pen indite; 
 
 At leaft (ome Angel taught thee firft to write : 
 
 He fate upon thy Pen, and mov'd thy Hand, 
 
 As proud of his Command, 
 As when he makes the dancing Orbs to reel, 
 And fpins out Poetry from the celeftial Wheel. 
 
 Like thine was fam'd Arion's Verfc ; 
 Which to the lift'ning Fifli he did rehearfe : 
 
 The lift'ning Fifh, that heard his Lute, 
 Curs'd Nature, which had made them mute: 
 The very Waves 
 Became his Slaves; 
 They laid afide their boift'rous Noife, 
 And dane'd to his harmonious Voice: 
 The friendly Dolphin briskly fails, as proud, 
 Like Atlas, Porter of the Skies, to take 
 
 A Heav'n of Muftck on his Back : 
 With fuch a Grace thy Numbers flow j 
 And with the fame majeftick Sweetnefs go : 
 His Verfe was only carry^d o'er the Seas ; 
 But there's a Sea of Wit in thefe: 
 Like thine was great Amphion's Song, 
 Which drag'd the wond'rous Stones along; 
 And cut and carv'd, and made them (hine: 
 A Work outdone by none but thine ! 
 The Poet faw the Building rife; 
 And knew not how to truft his Eyes : 
 The willing Mauar, ready temper'd, came, 
 And many a Tree advane'd into a Beam : 
 He faw the Streets appear ; 
 Streets that muft needs be tuneful there ; 
 He faw the Walls dance round his Pipe; 
 The glorious Temple (hew its Head ; 
 The Infant City to perfection ripe ; 
 And all Things,like the firft Creation,by a "Word were made : 
 Such is thy Verfe, which will fecurethy Fame, 
 Beyond the Reach of Time or Fame ; 
 
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 Thou (halt their Malice and their Rage defie, 
 As round and full as the great Circle of Eternity. Sprat. 
 
 Tho* in your Verfe the Nine their beauteous Strokes re- 
 And the turn'd Lines on golden Anvils beat, (pes 
 
 It looks as if they (truck them at a Heat, 
 So all ferenely great, fo juft, refin'd, 
 
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 So ail ierenely great, io jult, retin'd, "i 
 
 Like Angels Love to human Seed inclin'd, > 
 
 It (tarts a Giant, and exalts the Kind : > 
 
 *Tis Spirit feen, whofe fiiy Atoms roul, 
 So brightly fierce, each Syllable's a Soul / Lee to Dryd. 
 
 Your File does polifh what your Fanfy caft ; 
 Works are long forming, which muft always lad : 
 Rough, iron Senfe, and ftubborn to the Mould, 
 Touch'd by your chymick Hand, is turn'd to Gold : 
 A fecret Grace fafhions the flowing Lines, 
 And Infpiration thro' the Labour fliines. Chetw. to the 
 
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 Thy Verfe, harmonious Bard, and flatt'ring Song, 
 Can make the vanquifh'd great, and Coward ftrong ; 
 Thy Verfe can fhew ev'n Cromwel's Innocence ; (Wall. 
 And complement the Storms, that bore him hence. Add. to 
 
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 The Man, whofe Verfe wou'd Rocks to pity move j 
 E'er fince Amphion fung, they Senfe retain ; 
 And Verfe may foften all Things but Difdain : 
 As him, the pointed Lightning of your Eyes, 
 Me, the bright Beauties of his Wit, furprize : 
 In vain like him I figh, like him I mourn j 
 For Waller's Mufe has Sachariffa's Scorn. ■ 
 
 Like Sampfon's Riddle is that pow'rful Song; 
 Sweet as the Honey ; as the Lion ftrong. Stepn. 
 
 One glitt'ring Thought no fooner (hikes our Eyes 
 With filent Wonder, but new Wonders rife : 
 As in the Milky Way a fhining White 
 O'erflows the Heav'ns with onecontinu'd Light; 
 That not a iingle Star can fhew his Rays ; 
 Whilft jointly all promote the common Blaze: 
 What Mufe but his cou'd equal Hints infpire, 
 And fit the deep-mouth'd Pindar to his Lyre ? 
 Well pleas'd in him he foars with new Delight, 
 And plays in more unbounded Verfe, and takes a nobler 
 
 (Flight. Add. of Cowley. 
 
 But Milton, next, with high and haughty Stalks, 
 Unfetter'd in majeftick Numbers walks : 
 No vulgar Hero can his Mufe engage, 
 Nor Earth's wide Scene confine his hallow'd Rage : 
 See! See! he upward fprings; and, tow'ring high, 
 Spurns the dull Province 01 Mortality ; Shakes 
 
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 Shakes Heav'ns eternal Throne with dire Alarms j 
 
 And fers tlr Almighty Thunderer in Arms : 
 
 How are you (truck with Terrour and Delight 
 
 When Angel with Archangel joins in Fight ! 
 
 When great Median's out-fpread Banner (hines, 
 
 How docs the Chariot rattle in his Lines ! 
 
 What founds of braxen Wheels, what Thunders, fcare 
 
 And {tun, the Reader with the Din of War ! 
 
 With Fear my Spirits and my Blood retire, 
 
 To fee the Seraphs funk in Clouds of Fire ! Add. 
 
 Great Dryden next 5 whofe tuneful Mufe affords 
 The fA'eeteft Numbers and the fitted Words : 
 Whether, in comick Sounds, or tragick Airs, 
 She form her Voice, (he moves our Smiles or Tears : 
 If Satire or heroick Strains (he writes, 
 Her Hero pleafes, and her Satire bites : 
 From her no harfh, unartful Numbers fall ; 
 She wears all Drefl'es, and (he charms in all. Add. 
 
 Shakefpear, whofe ufeful Genius, happy Wit, 
 Was fram'd and fafhion'd at a lucky Hit : 
 The Pride of Nature, and the Shame of Schools; 
 Born to create, and not to learn from Rules. Sedl. 
 
 By no quaint Rules, nor hamp'ring Criticks tanghr, 
 With rough majeftick Force he mov'd the Heart, 
 And Strength and Nature made Amends for Art. Rowe, 
 
 The Bard, who firft adorn'd our native Tongue, 
 Tun'd to his Britifh Lyre this ancient Song j 
 Which Homer might without a Blufh rehearfe j 
 And leaves a doubtful Palm in Virgil's Verfe : 
 He match'd their Beauties where they mod: excel-; 
 Of Love fung better, and of Arms as well. Dr. of Chaucer, 
 
 See that bold Swan to Heav'n fublimely foar; 
 Purfue at Diftance, and his Steps adore. Tick. 
 
 Phcebus himfelf, indulgent to thy Mufe, 
 Has to thy Countrey fent this kind Excufe : 
 Fair northern Lafs, it is not thro' negledt 
 I court thee at a Diftance, but Refpecl. 
 I can not acl, my Paffion is fo great ; 
 But 1*11 make up in Light what wants in Heat : 
 On thee I will beftow my longeft Days, 
 And crown thy Sons with everlafting Bays : 
 My Beams, that reach thee, (hall imploy their Pow'rs, 
 To ripen Souls of Men, not Fruits and Flow'rs : 
 Let warmer Climes my fading Favours boaft ; 
 Poets and Stars fliine brightest in thy Froft. Dorfet, To 
 
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 Come all ye Criticks : Find one Fault who dare$ 
 For, read it backward, like a Witch's Pray'r, 
 'Twill do as well : Throw not away your Jefts 
 On folid Nonfenfe, that abides all Tefti : 
 Thou haft a Brain : fuch as it is, indeed : 
 On what fhou'd elfe thy Worm of Fanfy feed ? 
 Yet in a Filberd have 1 often known 
 Maggots fnrvive when all the Kernel's gone : 
 This Simile fhall ftand in thy Defence 
 'Gainft rhofe dull Rogues, that now and then write Senfc; 
 Thy Wit's the fame, whatever be thy Theme; 
 As fome Digeftions turn all Meat to Phlegm : 
 — — They lie that fay, thy Brain is bairen, 
 Where deep Conceits, like r4aggots, breed in Carrion: 
 Thy {tumbling founder'd Mufe can trot as high, 
 As any other Pegafns can fly : 
 So the dull Eel moves nimbler in the Mud, 
 Than all the fwift finn'd Racers of the Flood : 
 As skilful Divers to the Bottom fall 
 Sooner than thofe that cannot fwim at all ; 
 So, in this Way of writing without Thinking, 
 Then haft a ftrange Alacrity in finking. Dori. 
 That poor Cur's Fate and thine are one, 
 Thar had his Tail peg'd in a Bonej 
 About he runs: No body '11 own nim j 
 Men, Boys and Dogs, are all upon him : 
 And fir ft the greater Wits were at theej 
 Now ev'ry little Fool will pat thee : 
 Fellows, that ne'er were heard or read of, 
 If thou writ'ft on, will write thy Head off: 
 Thus Maldives only have a Knack, 
 To cait the Bear upon his Back : 
 But when th' unwieldy Beaft is thrown, 
 Mungrils will (erve to keep him down.— — — 
 *Tis beft fometimes your Cenfure to reftiain, 
 And charitably let the Dull be vain : 
 Your Silence there is better than your Spite : 
 For who can rail fo long as they can write ? 
 Still humming on, their drowsy Courfe they keep j 
 And, lafh'd fo long, like Tops, are lauVd aileep : 
 Falfe fteps but help them to renew the Race, 
 As, after Stumbling, Jades will mend their Pace: 
 What Crowds of theie, impertinently bold, 
 In Sound and jingling Syllables grown old, 
 Still run on Poets in a frantick Vein, 
 Ev'n to the Dregs and Squeczings of the Brain j 
 
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 Strain out the laft dull Droppings of their Senfe, 
 And rhyme with all the Rage of Impotence ! Pope. 
 
 Be gone, ye CriticKs, and reftrain your Spite ; 
 Codrus writes on, and will for ever write : 
 The heavieft Mufethe fwifteft Courfe has gone; 
 As Clocks run fafteit when moft Lead is on : 
 What, tho* no Bees around your Cradle flew j 
 Nor on your Lips diftill'd their golden Dew : 
 Yet oft we have difcover'd, in their Stead, 
 A fwarm of Drones, that bnz.z,'d about your Head : 
 When you, like Ovpheus, ftrike the warbling Lyre, 
 Attentive Blocks ftand round you, and admire: 
 Wit, pafs'd thro' thee, no longer is the fame, 
 As Meat, digefted, takes a ditrrent Name: 
 But Senfe muft fure thy fafeft Plunder be, 
 Since no Reprisals can be made on thee : 
 Thus thou may'ft rife; and, in thy daring Flight, 
 Tho' ne'er fo weighty, reach a wond'rous Height: 
 So, forc'd from Engines, Lead itfelf canfly, 
 And pond'rous Ships move nimbly thro' the Sky.— 
 
 All human Things are fubje& to decay ; 
 And, when Fate fummons, Monarchs muft obey: 
 
 This Flecknoe found ; who, like Auguftus, young 
 Was call'd to Empire, and had govern'd long : 
 
 In Profe and Verfe wasown'd, without Difpute, 
 
 Through all the Realms of Nonfenfe, abfolute : 
 
 This aged Prince, now flourifhing in Peace, 
 
 And blefs'd with Iflue of a large Increafe, 
 
 Worn out with Bus*nefs, did at length debate 
 
 To fettle the Succeflion of the State : 
 
 And, pond'ring which of all his Sons was fit 
 
 To reign, and wage immortal War with Wit, 
 
 Cry'd, 'tis refolv'd : For Nature pleads that he 
 
 Should only rule, who moft refembles me ; 
 
 Shadwel alone my perfect Image bears, 
 
 Mature in Dulnefs-from his tender Years : 
 
 Shadwel alone of all my Sons is he, 
 
 Who (lands confirm'd in full Stupidity : 
 
 The reft to fome faint Meaning make Pretence, 
 
 But Shadwel never deviates into Senfe: 
 
 Some Beams of Wit on other Souls may fall, 
 
 Strike thro' and make a lucid Interval ; 
 
 But Shadwel's genuine Night admits no Ray, 
 
 His rifing Fogs prevail upon the Day : 
 
 Befides, his goodly Fabf ick fills the Eye, 
 
 And feems delign'd for thoughtlefs Majefty : 
 
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 Thoughtlefs, as Monarch Oaks, rbat fhade the Plain 
 And, fpead in folemn Stare, fupinely reign : 
 Hey wood and Shirley were but Types of thee, 
 Thou laft great Prophet of Tautology : 
 All Arguments, but mod thy Plays, perfuade, 
 That for anointed Dulnefs thou west made: 
 Born for a Scourge of Wit, and Flail of Senfe : 
 
 His Brows thick Fogs, inftead of Glories grace, 
 And lambent Dulnefs play'd around his Face : 
 As Hannibal did to the Altars come, 
 £worn by his Sire a mortal Foe to Rome; 
 So Shadwel fwore, nor fhould his Vow be vain, 
 That he to Death true Dulnefs wou'd maintain ; 
 And, in his Father's Right, and Realm's Defence, 
 Ne'er to have Peace with Wit, nor Truce with Senfe. 
 The King himfelf the facred Unction made, 
 As King by Office, and as Prieft by Trade : 
 In his finifter Hand, inftead of Ball, 
 He plac'd a mighty Mug of potent Ale : 
 Love's Kingdom to his Right he did convey j 
 At once his Sceptre, and his Rule of Sway. 
 His Temples laft with Poppies were o'erfpread, 
 That, nodding, feem'd to confecrate his Head : 
 Juft at that Point of Time, if Fame not lie, 
 On his left Hand twelve rev'rend Owls did fly : 
 So Romulus, 'tis fung, by Tyber's Brook, 
 Prefage of Sway from twice fix Vultures took. 
 The Sire then (hook the Honours of his Head, 
 And from his Brows Damps of Oblivion fhed 
 Full on the filial Dulnefs : long he ftood, 
 Repelling from his Breaft the raging God ; 
 At length burft out in this piophetick Mood. 
 
 My Son, advance 
 
 Still in new Impudence, new Ignorance : 
 Succefs let others teach ; learn thou from me 
 Pangs without Birth, and fruitlefs Induftry : 
 Nor let one Thought accufe thy Toil of Wit : 
 
 ■ Let thy Fools charm the Pit, 
 
 And in their Folly (hew the Writers Wit : 
 Yet ftill thy Fools (hall ftand in thy Defence, 
 And juftify their Author's Want of Senfe : 
 Let them be all by thy own Model made 
 Of Dulnefs, and delire no foreign Aid ; 
 That they to future Ages may be known, 
 Not Copies drawn, but IfTue of thy own : 
 Nay, let thy Men of Wit too be the fame ; 
 All full of thee, and difPrin^ 
 
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 And when falfe Flow'rs of Rhet'rick thou would'ft cull, 
 
 Truft Nature ; do not labour to be dull; 
 
 But write thy belt, and top. 
 
 Let Father Flecknoe fire thy Mind with Praife, 
 
 And Unkle Ogieby thy Envyraife: 
 
 Nor let thy mountain Belly make Pretence 
 
 Of Likenefs; thine's a Tympany of Senfe : 
 
 A Tun of Man in thy large Bulk is writ ; 
 
 But fure, thou'rt but a Kilderkin of Wit : 
 
 Like mine, thy gentle Numbers foftly creep, 
 
 Thy tragick Miife gives Smiles, thy Comick, Sleep : 
 
 With whate'er Gall thou fet'ir. thy felf to write, 
 
 Thy inoffenfive Satires never bite : 
 
 In thy felonious Heart tho' Venom lies, 
 
 k does but touch thy Irifh Pen, and dies. 
 
 Thy Genius calls thee not to purchafe Fame 
 
 In keen Jambicks, but mild Anagram : 
 
 Leave writing Plays, and chufe for thy Command 
 
 Some peaceful Province in acroftick Land ; 
 
 There thou may'il Wings difplay, and Altars raife, 
 
 And torture one poor Word ten thoufand Ways. 
 
 He faid : but his laft Words were fcarcely heard : *£ 
 
 For Bruce and Longvil had a Trap prepar'd, 5* 
 
 And down they' fent the yet declaiming Bard ; Jr 
 
 Sinking, he left his Drugget Robe behind, 
 
 Borne upwards by a fubtcrranean Wind : 
 
 The Mantle fell to the young Prophet's Part, 
 
 With double Portion of his Father's Art. Dryd. Mac. Flee* 
 
 POETESS. 
 
 We allow'd you Beauty, and we did fubmit 
 To all the Tyrannies of it : 
 Ah ! cruel Sex, will you depofe us too in Wit? 
 
 Orinda does in that too reign, 
 Does Man behind her in proud Triumph draw, 
 And cancel Great Apollo's Salick Law. 
 
 We our old Title plead in vain ; 
 Man may be Head, but Woman's now the Brain : 
 They talk of Sappho ; but, alas, the Shame ! 
 Ill Manners foil the Luftre of her Fame : 
 O.inda's inward Beauty fhines fo brighr, 
 That, like a Lantern's fair inclofed Light, 
 It thro' the Paper fhines where fhe does write. 
 Her Wit no Mine of Death can e'er devour : 
 On her embalmed Name it will abide 
 An everlafting Pyramide, 
 As high as Heav'n the Top, as Earth the Balis wide, C 
 
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 Oh had not Beauty Darts enough to wound, 
 But it mud: pierce us with poetick Sound ? 
 Whilft Phoebus fuffers female Pow'rs to tear 
 Wreaths from his Daphne,which they juftly wear.King.Ov. 
 
 Of unnatural Flights in Poetry. . 
 
 Poets, like Lovers, fhou'd be bold and dare; 
 They fpoil their Bus'nefs with an Over- Care j 
 And he, who fervilely creeps after Senfe, 
 Is fafe, but ne'er will reach an Excellence: 
 And, tho* he ftumble in a full Career, 
 Yet Rafhnefs is a better Fault than Fear. Dryd. 
 
 He faw the Way ; but, in fo fwift a Pace, 
 To chufe the Ground might be to lofe the Race : 
 Thus, when a Tyrant for his Theme he had, 
 He loos'd the Reins, and bid his Mufe run mad. Dryd. 
 
 A rapid Poem, with fuch Fury writ, 
 Shews Want of Judgment, not abounding Wit : 
 We 're better pleas'd to fee a River lead 
 His gentle Streams along a flow'ry Mead ; 
 Than from high Rocks to hear loud Torrents roar 
 With foamy Waters on a muddy Shore. Soame Boil. 
 
 Tho* Poets may of Infpiration boaft, 
 Their Rage, ill-govern'd, in the Clouds is loft: 
 He, that proportion'd Wonders can difclofe, 
 At once his Fanfy and his Judgment fhows. Wall. 
 
 As when fome Image of a charming Face, 
 In living Paint, an Artift tries to trace, 
 .He carefully confults each beauteous Line, 
 Adjufting to his Object his Defign ; 
 We praifethe Piece, and give the Painter Fame 
 But as the bright Refemblance fpeaks the Dame: 
 Poets are Limners of another Kind, 
 To copy out Ideas in the Mind : 
 
 Words are the Paint by which their Thoughts are ftiewn, 
 And Nature is their Object to be drawn : 
 The written Picture we applaud, or blame 
 But as the juft Proportions are rhe fame : 
 Who, driv'n with ungovernable Fire, 
 Or void of Art, beyond thefe Bounds afpire, 
 Gigantick Forms, and monftrons Births alone 
 Produce, which Nature, fhock'd, difdains to own. 
 The noify Culveiin, o'ercharg'd, lets fly, 
 And burits, unaiming, in the rended Sky: 
 Suchfrantick Flights are like a Madman's Drearn, 
 And Nature fuffers in the wild Excream : 
 
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 Like Caftles, built by magick Art in Mr, 
 
 That vanifli at Approach, fuch Thoughts appear r 
 
 Bur, rais'd on Truth, by fome judicious Hand, 
 
 As on a Rock, they /hall for Ages (land : 
 
 Yet let the bold Advent'rer be fure 
 
 That ev'ry Line the Teft of Truth endure ; 
 
 On this Foundation may the Fabrick rife, 
 
 Firm and unftiaken, till it touch the Skies : 
 
 From Pulpits banifh'd, from the Court, from Love, 
 
 Abandon'd Truth feeks Shelter in the Grove : 
 
 Cherifli, ye Mufes, this foriaken Fair, 
 
 And take into your Train the beauteous Wanderer. Lanfd 4 
 
 Figures in Poetry. 
 Figures of Speech, which Poets think fo fine, 
 Art*s needlefs Varnifli to make Nature fhine, 
 Are all but Paint upon a beauteous Face ; 
 And in Defcriptions only claim a Place : 
 But, to make Rage declaim, and Grief difcourfe, 
 From Lovers in Defpair fine Things to force, 
 Muft needs fucceed : For who can chufebut pity 
 A dying Hero milerably witty ? 
 But oh ! the Dialogues, where Teft and Mock 
 Are held up like a Reft at Shittl*Cock> 
 Or elfe, like Bells, eternally they chime ; 
 They figh in Simile, and die in Rhyme. Norm. 
 
 Divine Poejie. 
 
 No more of Courts, of Triumphs or of Arms; 
 No more of Valour's Force, or Beauty's Charms : 
 The Themes of vulgar Lays wirh juft Difdain, O 
 
 I leave unfung ; the Flocks, th* amorous Swain. (Creat. > 
 The Pleafures of the Land, and Terrours of the Main. Bla. J 
 
 Thou, who did'ft David's royal Stem adorn, 
 And gav'ft him Birth, from whom thy felf waft born ; 
 Ev'n thou my Breaft with fuch bleftRage infpire, 
 As mov'd the tuneful Strings of David's Lyre : 
 Guide my bold Steps with thy old traveling Flame, 
 In thefe untrodden Paths to facred Fame : 
 Lo ! with pure Hands thy heav'nly Fires to take, 
 My well-chang'd Mufe I a chafte Veftal make : 
 From Earth's vain Joys, and Love's fofc Witchcraft free, 
 I confecvate my Magdalene to rhee : 
 Lo ! this great Work, a Temple to thy Praife, 
 On polifti'd Pillars of ftrcng Verfe I raife : 
 Too long the Mufes Land has Heathen been j 
 Their Gods too long were Devils ; their Virtues, Sin : 
 
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 But thou, eternal Word, haft call'd forth me, 
 
 Th* Apoftle, to convert that World to thee : 
 
 T* unbind the Charms, that in flight Fables lie, 
 
 And teach, that Truth is trueft Poefy. Cowl. David. 
 
 O let me glory, glory in my Choice : 
 Whom fhould I ling, but him, who gave me Voice ? 
 This Theme fhall laft, when Homer's (hall decay ; 
 When Arts, Arms, Kings and Kingdoms melt away : • 
 And can it, Pow'rs immortal ! can it be, 
 That this high Province was referv'd forme ? : 
 Whate'er the new, the rafli Adventure coft, 
 In wide Eternity I dare be loft : 
 1 dare launch out, and (hew the Mufes more, 
 Than e'er the learned Sifters faw before : 
 In narrow Limits they were wont to fing, 
 To teach the Swain, or celebrate the King : 
 I- grafp the Whole ; no more to Parts conrin'd, 
 I lift my Voice, and ling to Human-Kind : 
 I ling to Men and Angels: Angels join, 
 Whenfuch my. Theme, their facred Hymns with mine.— — 
 
 He, that did firft this Way of writing grace, 
 Convers'd with the Almighty Face to Face : 
 Eldeft of Poets ! he beheld the Light, 
 When firft it triumph'd o'er eternal Night : 
 Chaos he faw, and could diftinctly tell, 
 How that Confufion into Order fell : 
 The lafting Iliads have not liv'd fo long, 
 As his, and Deborah's triumphant Song : 
 Delphos unknown, no Mufe could them infpire j 
 But that which governs the celeftial Quire : 
 Heav'n to the pious did this Art reveal ; 
 And from their Store fucceeding Poets fteal. 
 In bound lefs Verfe the Fanfy foars too high, 
 For any Object but the Deity. 
 A meaner Subject when with thefe we grace, 
 A Giant's Habit on a Dwarf we place. 
 Verfe fhews a rich ineftimable Vein, 
 When, dropt from Heaven, 'tis thither fent again, 
 0f Bounty 'tis, that he admits our Praife, 
 Which does not him, but us that yield it, raife : 
 For, as that Angel up to Heav'n did rife 
 Borne on the Flame of Manoah's Sacrifice ; 
 So, wing'd with Praife, we penetrate the Sky, 
 Teach Clouds and Stars to praife him as we fly : 
 The whole Creation, by our Fall made groan, 
 His Praiieto echo; and fufpend their Moan: 
 
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 For that he reigns, all Creatures fhould rejoice, 
 And we with Songs fupply their Want of Voice* 
 The Church triumphant, andtheChu.ch below, 
 In Songs of Praife their prefent Union [how : 
 Their Joys are full, our Expectation long ; 
 In Life we differ, but we join in Song. 
 Angels and we, afliited by this Art, 
 May fing together, tho' we dwell apart. vVall. 
 
 Degen'rate Minds, in mazy Errours loft, 
 May combate Heav'n, and impious Triumphs boaft : 
 But while my Veins feel animating Fires ; 
 And vital: Air this breathing Breaft infpire? ; 
 Grateful to Heav'n, I'll ftretch a pious Wi.ig ; (Creat,. 
 
 And fing his Praife, who gave me Pow'r to fing. Blac. 
 
 Pindarick Poetry. 
 If Life fhould a well-order'd Poem be, 
 
 In which he only hits the White, 
 Who joins true Profit with the befr. Delight, 
 The more Heroick Strain let others take, 
 
 Mine the Pindarick Way I'll make : 
 The Matter {hall be grave, the Numbers loofe and free : 
 It fhall not keep one fettled Pace of Time ; 
 In the fame Tune it fhall not always chime,. 
 Nor fhall each Day juft to his Neighbour rhyme ; 
 A thoufand Liberties it fhall difpenfe, 
 And yet fhall manage all without Offence, 
 Or to the Sweetnefs of the Sound,or Greatnefsof the Senfe.. 
 Nor fhall it never from one Subject ltart, 
 Nor fuch Tranfrtions to depart, 
 Nor its fet Way o'er Stiles and Bridges make, 
 
 Nor through Lanes-aCompafstake ; 
 As if it fear'd fome Trefpafs to commit, 
 When the wide Air's a Road for it. Cowl. 
 Stop, flop, my Mufe,. allay thy vig'rous Hear, 
 Kindled at a Hint fo great, 
 Hold thy Pindarick Pegafus clofely in, 
 Which does to Rage begin, 
 And this deep Hill woald gallop up with violent Coirrfe 5. 
 'Tis an unruly, and ahard-mouth'd Horfe, 
 Fierce, and unbroken y.et, 
 Impatient of the Spur or Bit j 
 Now praunces (lately, and anon flies o'er the Place, 
 Difdains the fervile Law of any fettled Pace, 
 Confcious and proud of his own nat'ral Force,. 
 'Twill no unskilful Touch endure, 
 But flings Writer and Reader too, that lits not fure. CowL 
 
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 Comedy. 
 
 At Athens firft old Comedy began, 
 When round the Streets the reeling A&ors ran 5 
 In Country Villages and crofting Ways, 
 Contending for the Priz.es of their Plays : 
 And glad, with Bacchus, on the graffy Soil, 
 LeapVl o'er the Skins of Goats beimear'd with Oil : 
 Thus Roman Youth, deriv'd from ruin'dTroy, 
 In rude Saturnian Rhymes exprefs their Joy : 
 With Taunts, and Laughter loud, their Audience pleafe, 
 Deform'd with Vizards, cut from Barks of Trees. Dr.Virg. 
 
 In her beft Light the Comick Mufe appears, 
 When (he, with borrowed Pride, the Buskin wears : 
 So when Nurfe Nokes to a& young Ammon tries, 
 With fhambling Legs, long Chin, and foolifh Eyes-s 
 With dangling Hands he ftrokes th' imperial Robe, 
 And, with a Cuckold's Air, commands the Globe: 
 The Pomp and Sound the whole Buffoon difplay'd, 
 And Amnion's Son more Mirth than Gomez made. Smith. 
 
 Elegy. 
 
 Soft Elegy, defign'd for Grief and Tears, 
 Was firft devis'd to grace fome mournful Herfe : 
 Since, to a brisker Note, 'tis taught to move, 
 And cloaths our gayeft Paffions, Joy and Love. Oldh.Hor. 
 
 The Elegy, or fweet, but folemn , Voice, 
 And of a Subject grave exafts the Choice j 
 The Praife of Beauty, Valour, Wit, contains ; 
 And there too, oft, defpairing Love complains* 
 In vain alas ! for who by Wit is mov'd ? 
 That Phcenix (he deferves to be belov'd : 
 But noify Nonfenfe, and fuch Fops as vex 
 Mankind, take molt with that fantaftick Sex. 
 This to the Praife of thofe who better knew; 
 The Many raife the Value of the Few. 
 Their greateft Fault, who in this Rind have writ, 
 Is not Defe£l in Words, nor Want of Wit: 
 But, fhould the Mufe harmonious Numbers yield. 
 And ev'ry Couplet be with Fanfy fill'd^ 
 If yet a juft Coherence be not made 
 Between each Thought, and the whole Model laid 
 So right, that^v'ry Step may higher rife, 
 Like goodly Mountains, till they reach the Skies j 
 'Tis Epigram, 'tis Point, 'tis what you will ; 
 But not an Elegy, nor writ with Skill. Norm. 
 
 Epigram. 
 
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 Epigram. 
 Thus does the little Epigram delight, 
 And charm us with its Miniature of Wit : 
 While tedious Authors give the Reader Pain, 
 Weary his Thoughts, and make him toil in vain j 
 When in lefs Volumes we more Pleafure find, 
 And what diverts, ftill beft informs the Mind. Yald, 
 
 Ode. 
 The Ode is bold, 
 
 She mounts to Heav'n in ber ambitious Flight 
 Amongft the Gods and Heroes takes Delight : 
 Of Piia's Wreftlers tells the linewy Force ; 
 And rings the dufty Conqu'rour's glorious Courfe \ 
 To Simois' Streams it fierce Achilles brings, 
 And makes the Ganges bow to Britain's Kings : 
 Sometimes (he flies, like an induftrious Bee, 
 And robs theFlow'rs by Nature's Chymiftry ; 
 Defcribes the Shepherd's Dances, Feaffs, and Blifs, 
 And boafts from Phyllis to furprize a Kifs, 
 When gently (he refills with feign'd Remorie, 
 That wliat me grants may feem to be by Force : 
 Her gen'rous Srjle at Random oft will part, 
 And by a brave Diforder (hews her Art. Soame. Boil. 
 A higher Flight [than Elegy'} and of a happier Force 
 Are Odes, the Mufes moft unruly Horfe ; 
 That bounds fo fierce, the Rider has no Reft, 
 But foams at Mouth, and moves like one po(Tefs ? d : 
 The Poet here muff, be indeed infpir'd, 
 With Fury too, as well as Fanfy, fir'd: 
 Tho' all appear in Heat and Fury done, 
 The Language ftill mull foft and eafy run : 
 ThefeLaws may feem a little toofevere, 
 But Judgment yields, and Fanfy governs there j 
 Which, tho* extravagant, this Mufe allows, 
 And makes the Work much eafier than it (hews. Norm,- 
 
 Pajloral Poetry. 
 
 As a fair Nymph, when rifing from her Bed, 
 With fparkling Di'monds drefTes not her Head j 
 Bu% without Gold, or Pearl, or coftly Scents, 
 Gathers from neighb'ring Fields her Ornaments : 
 Such, lovely in its Drefs, bur plain withal, 
 Ought to appear a perfect Patf oral : 
 Its humble Method nothing has of fierce, 
 But hates the rattling of a lofty Verfe ; 
 
 There, 
 
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 There, native Beauty pleafes and excites, 
 
 And never, with harfh Sounds, the Ear arfiights i 
 
 It lings of Gardens, Fields, of Flow'rs, and Fruit, 
 
 Teaches the Shepherds how to tune the Flute ; 
 
 Of Loves Rewards to tell the happy Hour; 
 
 Daphne a Tree, NarcifTus made a Flow'r ; 
 
 And by what Means the Eclogue yet has Pow'r 
 
 To make the Woods worthy a Conqutrour. Soam. Boil. 
 
 Songs. 
 And next, of Songs, which now fo much abound, 
 Without his Song, no Fop is to be found : 
 A mod offennve Weapon, which he draws 
 On all he meets againft Apollo's Laws : 
 Tho' nothing feem more eafy, yet no Part 
 Of Poetry requires a nicer Art: 
 For, as in Rows of richeft Pearl there lies 
 Many a Blemifh, that efcapes our Eyes, 
 The leaft of which Defe&s is plainly (hewn 
 In fome fmall Ring, and brings the Value down j 
 So Songs fhould be to ju ft Perfection wrought : 
 Exaci Propriety of Words and Thought; 
 ExprelTion eafy, and the Fanfy high ; 
 Yet that nor feem to creep, nor this to fly : 
 ]SIo Words tranfpos'd, but in fuch Order all, 
 As tho' hard wrought, may feem by Chance to fall. Norm,. 
 
 Tragedy. 
 To wake the Soul by tender Strokes of Art ; 
 To raife the Genius, and to mend the Heart, 
 To make Mankind in confeious Virtue bold, 
 Live o'er each Scene, and be what they behold : 
 For this the Tragick Mufe firft trod the Stage, 
 Commanding Tears to ftream thro' ev'ry Age : 
 Tyrants no more their favage Nature kept : 
 And Foes to Virtue wondePd how they wept. Pope. 
 
 Epick Poetry. 
 
 By painful Steps we are at laft got up 
 Parnafius Hill, on whofe bright airy Top 
 The Epick Poets fo divinely (how, 
 And with juft Pride behold the reft below : 
 Heroick Poems have a juft Pretence 
 To be theutmoft Reach of human Senfe: 
 A Work of fuch ineftimable Worth, 
 There are but two the World has yet brought forth : 
 
 Homer 
 
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 Homer and Virgil ! with what awful Sound 
 Do thcfe meer Words the Ears of Poets wound ? 
 Juft as a Changeling feems before the reft 
 Ot Men, or rather as a two-leg'd Beaft ; 
 So thefe gigantick Souls amazed we find 
 As much above the reft of human Kind : 
 Nature's whole Strength united ! Endlefs Fame 
 And univerfal Shouts attend their Name. Norm. 
 
 Poetical Infcnptions. 
 
 Great Pollio, thou for whom thy Rome prepares 
 The ready Triumphs of thy finifh'd Wars; 
 Smile on my Verfe. Is there in Fate an Hour, 
 To fvyell mv Numbers with my Emperour ? 
 Is there in Fate anHourreferv'd for me, 
 To fing thy Deeds in Numbers worthy thee ? 
 In Numbers, like to thine 3 could I rehearfe 
 Thy lofty Tragick Scenes, thy labour'd Verfe, 
 The World another Sophocles m thee, 
 Another Homer (hould behold in me. 
 Amidft the Laurel on thy Front divine, 7 
 
 Permit my humble Ivy Wreath to twine : /• 
 
 Thine was my earlieft Mufe, my Utcft fhall be thine. J 
 
 Staff. Sc Dryd. Virg- 
 
 I firft transferrM to Rome Silician Strains ; 
 Nor blufh'd the Dorick Mufe to dwell on Mantuan Plains : 
 But when Itry'dher tender Voice, too young, 
 And fighting Kings, and bloody Battels fung ; 
 Apollo check'd my Pride, and bid me feed 
 My fatt'ning Flocks; nor dare beyond the Reed: 
 Admonilh'd thus, while ev'ryPen prepares, 
 To fing thy Praifes, Varus, and thy Wars ; 
 My Paft'ral Mufe her humble Tribute brings j 
 And yet not wholly uninfpir'd (he lings : 
 For all who read ; and, reading, not difdain 
 Thefe rural Poems, and their lowly Strain, 
 The Name of Varus oft infcrib'd fhail fee, 7 
 
 In every Grove, and ev'ry vocal Tree, ^ 
 
 And all the fylvan Reign fhail ling of thee. i 
 
 Thy Name, to Phoebus and the Mufes known, 7 
 
 Shall in the Front of every Page be fhown: r 
 
 For he, who lings thy Praife, fecures his own. Dr. Virg. * 
 
 And you, greatPrince, whofe Empire's unconfin'd 
 AsEirthand Seas, yet narrower than your Mind, 
 Shall I, beginning with thefe rural Lays, 
 Ever my Mufe to fuch Perfection raife, 
 As without Rafhncis to attempt your Praife, 
 
 And 
 
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 And thro' the Subjecl World your Deeds rehearfe ? 
 
 Deeds worthy of the Majefty ofVerfe ! 
 
 My Firft Fruits now I to your Altar bring: 
 
 You, with a riper Mufe, I iaft will fwg. Chet. Virg. 
 
 To thee, O Montague, thefe Strains are fung: 
 For thee my Voice is tun'd, andfpeaking Lyre is ftrung ; 
 Fo,- ev'ry Grace of ev'ry Mufe is thine j ? 
 
 In thee their various Fires united (hine j > 
 
 Darling of Phcebus and the tuneful Nine ! J 
 
 To thee alone I dare my Song commend, "I 
 
 Whofe Nature can forgive, and Pow'r defend; ? 
 
 And fhew, by Turns, the Patron and the Friend : *» 
 
 O, had your Genius been to Leifure bom, 
 And not more bound to aid us than adorn 5 
 Albion in Verfe with antient Greece had vy'd, fCeng. 
 
 And gain'd alone a Fame, which there fev'n States divide. 
 
 Meccenas, now thy needful Succour bring .* 
 O thou, the better Part of my Renown, 
 Infpirethy Poet, and thy Poem crown : 
 Embark with me, while I new Tracks explore, 
 With flying Sails, and Breezes from the Shore : 
 O lteer my Veffel with a fteddy Hand j 
 And coaft along the Shore in fight of Land, 
 "without thee nothing lofty can I ling : 
 Come then ; and, with thy felf, thy Genius bring: 
 With which infpir'd, I brook no dull Delay j 
 Cytheron loudly calls me to my Way ; 
 Thy Hounds. Taygetus, open, and purfue their Prey. Dr.Vkv 
 
 O true Defcendant of a Patriot Line, 
 Who, whilftthoufhar'tt their Luftre, lend'fl them thine: 
 Vouchsafe this Piclure of thy felt" to fee : 
 'Tis fo far good, as it refemblesthee : 
 The Beauties to th' Original I owe ; 
 Which when I mifs, my own Defects I fhow : 
 Nor think the Kindred Mufes thy Difgrace j 
 A Poet is not born in ev'ry Race : 
 Two of a Houfe few Ages can afford ; 
 One to perform, another to record : 
 Praife- worthy Adtions are by thee embrae'd j 
 And 'tis my Praife to make thy Praifes laft. Dryd. 
 
 Vouchfafe, Mutinous Ormond, to behold, 
 What Pow'r the Charms of Beauty had of old : 
 No Wonder, if fuch Deeds of Arms were done; 
 Infpir'd by two fair Eyes, that fparkled like your own. Dr. 
 
 POISON. 
 
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 P I S O N. 
 
 The Royal Dame, 
 
 Fixton her Fate, againft th' expected Hour, 
 
 Procur'd the Means to have it in her Pow'r : 
 
 For this (Tie had diftill'd, with early Care, 
 
 The Juice of Simples, friendly to Defyair j 
 
 A Magazine of Death. Dryd. Bocc. Sig. & Guifc, 
 
 *Tis here, the deadly Drug, prepar'd in Powder, 
 
 .Hot asHell-Fire; 
 
 Not the Nonacrian Fount, nor Lethe's Lake, 
 
 Could fooner numb thy nimble Faculties 
 
 Than this, to Sleep eternal. Dryd. D. Seb. 
 
 A Dofe lefs hot had burft thro' Ribs of Iron. Dr. D.Seb. 
 
 I drench'd him with a Draught fo deadly cold, 
 
 It foon congeal'd 
 
 The Channel of his Blood and froze him dry. Dr. D. Seb. 
 
 Ev'n now a fatal Draught works out my Soul, 
 Ev'nnow it curdles, in my flirinking Veins, 
 The lazy Blood, aijd freezes at my Heart, Smith.Ph.8c Hip, 
 
 — -— - Touch not the poifon'd Gifts, 
 Infected by the Sender: touch 'em not : 
 Myriads of blueft Plagues lie underneath them, (Love. 
 
 And more than Aconire has dipt the Silk. Dryd. All for 
 
 In vain is Art : the Aconite works fure $ 
 Its mortal Cold congeals the Blood, 
 And freezes all the Springs of Life. Hig. Gen. Conq. 
 
 He drank the Draught, when ftrait a Fainting feiz'd him$ 
 His Eyes wept Blood, his Ears, his Nofe, and Mouth 
 Pour'd forth whole Streams, and a!l his Sweat was Blood: 
 His Hairs and Nails dr> pr off, as Autumn Leaves, 
 When Tempefts rife, fall from the wither'd Trees. — 
 
 The Poifon pafs'd unfeen, (of Par. 
 
 Like a clofe Murd'rer, thro' the Lanes of Life. Lee. MalT. 
 
 How has this Poifon loir its wonted Way ? 
 It fhould have burnt its Paflage, not have linger'd 
 In the blind Labyrinths and crooked Turnings 
 Of humane Compofition : now it moves 
 Like a flow Fire, that works againft the Wind. Dr. D.Seb. 
 
 As when quick Poifon rankles in our Veins, 
 No Herbs, no Remedies can eafe our Pains : 
 The fatal Foe purfues th' inteftine Strife, 
 And by degrees works down the fainting Springs of Life.— 
 
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 P O L I TIC 1 A N. 
 
 — — There was a Politician, 
 With more Heads than a Bead in Virion., 
 And more Intrigues in ev'ry one 
 Than all the Whores of Babylon : 
 So politick, as if one Eye 
 Upon the other w^re a Spy ; 
 That, to trepan the one to think 
 The other blind, both fbove to blink. 
 He *ad feen three Governments run down, 
 And had a Hand in ev'ry one ; 
 Was for them, and againft them all ; 
 But barb'rous when they came to fall; 
 For, by trapanning th* old to Ruin, 
 He made his Int'reft with the new one : 
 Play'd true and faithful, tho' againlt 
 rHis Confcience, and wasftill advane'd: 
 *By giving Aim from Side to Side, 
 He never fa i I'd to fave his Tide j 
 Bur got the Startof ev'ry State, 
 And at a Change ne'er came too late : 
 Could turn his Word, and Oath, and Faith, 
 As many Ways as in a Lath. ' 
 By turning, wriggle like a Screw, 
 Int' higheft Truft, and out for new ; 
 For when he 'ad happily incurr'd, 
 Infteadof Hemp, to be preferr'd, 
 And pad upon the Government, 
 He play'd his Trick, and out he went. 
 But being out, and out of Hopes 
 To mount his Ladder more of Ropes, 
 Would drive to raife himfelf upon 
 Thepublick Ruine, and his own. 
 So little did he understand 
 The defp'rate Feats he took in Hand : 
 For when he 'ad got himfelf a Name 
 For Frauds and Tricks, he fpoil'd his Game: 
 And when he chane'd t' efcape, miltook 
 For Art and Subrlcty, his Luck. 
 So right his Judgment was cut fir, 
 And made a Tally to his Wit j 
 And both together mod profound 
 At Deeds of Darknefs under Ground : 
 As th' Earth is eafielt undermin'd 
 By Vermine impotent and blind. Hud. 
 
 True 
 
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 True Politicians neither love nor hate. Dr.Abf. 5c Ach. 
 
 P O L L U X. 
 
 Thus Pollux, ofY'ring his alternate Life, 
 Could free his Brother ; and can daily go 
 By Turns aloft, by Turns defccnd below. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 FOLYDORE. 
 
 Not far, a riling Hillock flood in View ; 
 Sharp Myrtles, on the Sides, and Cornels grew. 
 There, while I went to crop the fylvan Scenes, 
 And fhade our Altar with their leafy Greens j 
 I pull'd a Plant : With Horrour I relate 
 A Prodigy fo flrange, and full of Fate ! 
 The rooted Fibres rofe ; and, from the Woundj 
 Black bloody Drops diftill'd upon the Ground: 
 Mute, and amaz'd, my Hair with Horrour flood j 
 Fear ftirunk my Sinews, andcongeal'd my Blood : 
 Man'd once again, another Plant I try ; 
 That other guih'd with the fame fanguine Dye : 
 
 Again I tug'd with all my Strength, 
 
 And bent my Knees againffc the Ground : once more 
 The violated Myrtle ran with purple Gore: 
 Scarce dare I tell the Sequel : From the Womb 
 Of wounded Earth,, and Caverns of the Tomb, 
 A Groan, as of a troubled Ghofl, renew'd 
 My Fright ; and then thefe dreadful Words enfu'd : 
 Why doll thou thus my bury'd Body rend ?. 
 O fpare the Corps of thy unhappy Friend : 
 Spare to pollute thy pious Hands with Blood: 
 The Tears diiiil not from the wounded Wood j 
 But ev'ry Drop, this living Tree contains, 
 Is kindred Blood, and ran in Trojan Veins , 
 O fly from this unhofpjtable Shore, 
 Warn'd by my Fate ; for I am Polydore! 
 Here Loads of Lances, in my Blood embvu'd, 
 Again lhoot upward, by my Blood renew'd. 
 
 When Troy with Grecian Arms was ciofely pent, ^ 
 
 Old Priam, fearful of the Wars Event, C 
 
 This haplefs Polydore to Thracia fent : 
 Loaded with Gold, he fent his Darling, far 
 From Noife and Tumults, and deftructive War; 
 Committed to the faithlefs Tyrant's Care: 
 Who, when he faw the Pow'r of Troy decline, 
 Foriook the weaker, with the ftrong to join : 
 
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 Broke 
 
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 Broke evVy Bond of Nature, and of Truth j 
 
 And murder'd, for his Wealth, the royal Youth. Dr. Virg. 
 
 FOLTPHEMUS. 
 
 The Cyclops, who defy'd th'iEtherial Throne, 
 And rhought no Thunder louder than his own: 
 The Terrour of the Woods, and wilder far 
 Than Wolves in Plains, or Beads in Forefts are: 
 Th' inhuman Hoft, who made his bloody Feafts 
 On mangled Members of his butcher'd Guefts, 
 Yet felt the force of Love, and fierce Defire, 
 Forgot his Caverns, and his woolly Care, 
 AiTum'd the Softnefs of a Lover's Air, 
 And comb'd, with Teeth of Rakes, his rugged Hair.] 
 Now with a crooked Scythe his Beard he ileeks, 
 And moves the ftubborn Stubble of his Cheeks : 
 Now in the criftal Stream he looks, to try 
 His Simagres, and rowls his glaring Eye: 
 His Cruelty and Third of Blood are loft, 
 And Ships fecurely fail along the Coaft. Dryd. Ovid. 
 
 ■ His Flocks, unled, 
 
 Their Shepherd follow'd , and fecurely fed : 
 
 A Pine fo burly, and of length fo vaft, 
 
 Thatfailing Ships requir'd it for a Maft, 
 
 He wielded for a Staff, his Steps to guide ; 
 
 But laid it by, his Whittle while he try'd: 
 
 A hundred Reeds, of a prodigious Growth, 
 
 Scarce made a Pipe, proportion'd to his Mouth : 
 
 Which, when he gave it Wind, the Rocks around, 
 
 And wat'ry Plains, the dreadful Hifs refound. Dr. Ovid. 
 
 Behold the Giant Polypheme's dark Cave, 
 A Dungeon wide and horrible, the Walls 
 On all Sides furr'd with mouldy Damps, and hung 
 With Clots of ropy Gore, and human Limbs, 
 His dire Repaft : Hirnfelf 's of mighty Size, 
 Hoarfe in his Voice, and in his Vifage grim j 
 Intradtable, that riots on the Flefh 
 Of mortal Men, and fwills the vital Blood. 
 Him did I fee fnatch up with horrid Grafp 
 Two fprawling Greeks, in either Hand a Man ; 
 I {"aw him, when, with huge tempeftuous Sway, 
 He dafh'd and broke them on the Grundtil Edge ; 
 The Pavement fwam in Blood ; the Walls around 
 Were fpatter'd o'er with Brains. He lap'd the Blood, 
 And chew'd the tender Flefh, (rill warm with Life j 
 That fwell'd and heav'd it felf amidit his Teeth, 
 
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 As fenfible of Pain. ' — 
 
 The Giant, gorg'd with Flefh, and Wine, and Blood, 
 
 Lay ftrerch'd at Length, and fnoring in his Den, 
 
 Belching raw Gobbets from his Maw, o'ercharg'd 
 
 With purple Wine, and cruddled Gore confus'd : 
 
 We gather'd round, and to his fingle Eye, 
 
 The iingle Eye, that in his Forehead glar'd 
 
 Like a full Moon, or a broad burnifh'd Shield, 
 
 A forky Staff we dext'roufly apply'd, 
 
 Which, in the fpacious Socket turning round, 
 
 Scoop'd out the big round felly from its Orb. 
 
 A hundred Cyclops live among the Hills, 
 
 Gigantick Brotherhood, that ftalk along 
 
 With horrid Strides o'er the high Mountains Tops, 
 
 Enormous in their Gait : 
 
 ■ As thus he fpoke, 
 
 We faw defcending from a neighb'ring Hill 
 
 Blind Polypheme; by weary Steps and flow, 
 
 The groping Giant with a Trunk of Pine 
 
 Explor'd his Way : around, his woolly Flocks 
 
 Attended grazing ; to the well known Shore 
 
 He bent his Courfe, and on the Margin flood, ~ 
 
 A hideous Monfter, terrible, deform'd, 
 
 Full in the Midft of his high Front there gap'd 
 
 The fpacious Hollow, where his Eye-ball roul'd, 
 
 A ghaftly Orifice: He rins'd the Wound, 
 
 And wafh'd away the Strings and clotted Blood 
 
 That cak'd within ; then, {talking thro' the Deep, 
 
 He fords the Ocean, while the topmoft Wave 
 
 Scarce reaches up his middle Side : we flood 
 
 Amaz'd be fure : a fudden Horrour chill 
 
 Ran thro' each Nerve, and thrill'd in ev'ry Vein^ 
 
 Till, ufing all the Force of Winds and Oars, 
 
 We fped away : he heard us in our Courfe, 
 
 And with his out-ftretch'd Arms around him gror/d. 
 
 But finding nought within his Reach, he rais'd 
 
 Such hideous Sounds, that all the Ocean (hook: 
 
 Ev'n Italy, tho many a League remote, 
 
 In diftant Echo's anfwer'd, -dLtnaroar'd, 
 
 Thro' all its inmoft winding Caverns roar'd ; 
 
 Rows'd with the Sound, the mighty Family 
 
 Of one-ey'd Brothers haften to the Shore, 
 
 And gather round the bell'wing Polypheme, 
 
 A dire AfTembly : we with eager Hafte 
 
 Work ev'ry Oar, and from afar behold 
 
 An Hoft of Giants cov'ring all the Shore. Add. Virg. 
 
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 P O M O N A. 
 
 The fair Pomona flourifh'd in his Reign : 
 Of all the Virgins of the fylvan Train, 
 None taught the Trees a noble Race to bear, 
 Or more improv'd the vegetable Care : 
 To herthefhady Grove, the flow'ry Field, 
 The Srreams and Fountains, no Delights could yield : 
 'Twas all her Joy the rip'ning Fruits to tend, 
 And view theBoughs with happy Burdens bend : 
 No Dart (he wielded, but a Hook did bear, 
 To lop the Growth of the luxuriant Year ; 
 To decent Form the lawlefs Shoots to bring, 
 And teach th* obedient Branches where to fpring : 
 Now the cleft Rind infeited Graffs receives, 
 And yields an Offspring more than Nature gives : 
 Now gliding Streams the thirfty Plants renew, 
 And feed their Fibres with reviving Dew. 
 Thefe Cares alone her Virgin Breaft employ, 
 Avcrfe from Venus, and the nuptial Joy. Pope. Ovid. 
 
 P O M P e r. 
 
 He, though not equal to our Fathers found, 
 Nor by their ftri&ert Rules of Juftice bound, 
 Yet from his Faults this Benefit we draw, 
 He, for his Country's Good, tranfgrefs'd her Law 
 To keep a bold licentious Age in Awe. 
 Rome held her Freedom ft ill, tho he was great; 
 He fway'd the Senate, but he rul'd the State. 
 When Crowds were willing to have worn his Chain, 
 He chofe his private Station to retain, 
 That all might free, and equal all, remain. 
 War's boundlefs Pow'rs he never fought to ufe ; 
 Nor ask'd, but what the People might refufe : 
 Much he poflefs'd, and wealthy was~his Store, 
 Yet ftill he gatber'd but to give the more : 
 And Rome, while he was rich, could ne'er be poor. 
 He d:ew the Sword, but knew its Rage to charm, 
 And lov'd Peace beft, when he was fore'd to arm : 
 Unmov'd with all the glitt'ring Pomp of Pow'r, 
 He took with Joy, but laid it denvn with more. 
 His charier Hourbold, and his frugal Board, 
 Nor Lewdnefs did, nor Luxury, afford, 
 Ev'n in the higheir Fortunes of their Lord. 
 
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 His noble Name, his Countrey's Honour grown, •* 
 
 Was venerably round the Nations known, Ji 
 
 And, as Rome's faireft Light, and brighteft Glory, Alone. J 
 In him, Senate and People all at once are gone ; 
 Nor need the Tyrant blufh to mount the Throne. 
 Oh happy Pompey ! happy in thy Fate ! 
 Happy by falling with the falling State ! 
 Thy Death a Benefit the Gods did grant; 
 Thou might/ft have liv'd thofe Pharian Swords to want : 
 Freedom, at leaft, thou do'ft by dying Gain, 7 
 
 Nor liv'ft to fee thy Julia's Father reign : S, 
 
 Free Death is Man's firft Blifs ; the next is to be flain. £ 
 Rowe. Luc. Spoken by Cato. 
 
 Burning the POT E. 
 
 Sir Edmund-bury firft, in woful Wife, 
 Leads up the Show, and milks their maudlin Eyes : 
 There's not a Butcher's Wife, but dribs her Parr, 
 And pities the poor Pageant from her Heart : 
 But guildefs Blood to Ground muft never fall : 
 There's Antichrift behind to pay for all. 
 The Punk of Babylon in Pomp appears; 
 A lewd old Gentleman of fev'nty Years ; 
 Whofe Age in vain our Mercy would implore, 
 For few take Pity on an old caft Whore 
 The Dev'l, who brought him to the Shame, takes Part, •% 
 Sits Cheek by Jowl, in black, to cheer his Heart, S 
 
 Like Thief and Parfon in a Tiburn-Cart. S 
 
 The Word is giv'n; and, with a loud Huzza, 
 The mitred Moppet from his Chair they draw : 
 On the flain Corps contending Nations fall : 
 Alas ! what's one poor Pope among 'em all! 
 He burns ! Now all true Hearts your Triumphs ring ; 
 And next, for Fafhidn, cry, God fave the King. Dryd. 
 
 POPU L AC E. 
 
 Oh wretched we ! a vile fubmilTive Train ! 
 Fortune's tame Fools, and Slaves in ev'ry Reign! Pope. Stat. 
 
 Thus think the Crowd, who eager to engage, 
 Quickly take Fire, and kindle into Rage: 
 Who ne'er confider, but, without a Paufe, 
 Make up in PalTion what they want in Caufe. Creech. Juv. 
 
 The Htople in all gen'ral Ills are prone 
 To fuddain Change : gull them but with Freedom, 
 
 [VoLz.-] Ii 'And 
 
714 P O 
 
 And you (hall fee them tofs their Tails, and gad, 
 
 As if fome Breeze had ftung them. Di yd. OEdip. 
 
 I wept, and then the Rabble howl'd, 
 And roar'd ; and with a thoufand antick Mouths 
 Gabbled Revenge ; Revenge was all the Cry. Lee. OEdip. 
 
 The Publick is the Lees of vulgar Slaves : 
 Slaves with the Minds of Slaves : fo born, fo bred:: 
 Yet fuch as thefe, united in a Herd, 
 Are call'd the Publick : Millions of fuch Cyphers 
 Make up the publick Sum : An Eagle's Life 
 Is worth a World of Crows : Are Princes made 
 For fuch as thefe ? who, were one Soul extracted (CreL 
 From all their Beings, could not raife a Man. Dr. Troil.Sc 
 
 Yet what are Princes, but for fuch as thefe : 
 'Tis Adoration, fome fay, makes a God : 
 And who fhould pay it ? Where would be their Altars, 
 Were no inferior Creatures here on Earth ? 
 Ev'n thofe, who ferve, have their Expectances, 
 Degrees of Happinefs, which they muft fhare, 
 Or they'll refute to ferve. — - — Shak. Troil. & Cref. 
 
 The Crowd, to reftlefs Motion ftill inclin'd, 
 Are Clouds, that rack according to the Wind ; 
 Driv'n by their Chiefs, they Storms of Hail- Hones pour, 
 Then mourn, and foften to a filent Show'r. Dryd. 
 
 The People * ■ (Mali, of Par. 
 
 Ne'er know a Mean, when once they get the Pow'r. Lee. 
 
 But the vile Vulgar, ever difcontent, 
 Their growing Fears in fecret Murmurs vent $ 
 Still prone to Change, tho' ftill the Slaves of State, 
 And fure, the Monarch, whom they have, to hate: 
 Madly they make new Lords, then tamely bear, 
 And foftly curfe, the Tyrants, whom they fear. 
 
 They groan beneath the Sway 
 
 Of Kings imposed, and grudgingly obey : 
 Thefe, Envy to the Great, and vulgar Spight, 
 WithScandalarm'd,th'ignoble Mind's Delight. Pope. Stat. 
 
 The People profp'rous Greatnefs ever hare ; 
 And love their Princes only in Affliction. D'Av. Love. 8c Hon. 
 
 Thefe Slaves, 
 
 Thefe wide-mouth'd Brutes, that bellow thus for Freedom j 
 
 Oh ! how they run before the Hand of Pow'r, 
 
 Flying for Shelter into ev'ry Brake ! 
 
 Like cow'rdly fearful Sheep, they break their Herd, 
 
 When the Wolf's out, and ranging for his Prey. Otw.C.Mar. 
 
 What are the People, but a Herd confus'd, 
 A mifcellaneous Rabble, who extol Praife ? 
 
 Thing s vulgar, and, well weigh'd, fcarce worth the 
 
 They 
 
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 They praife, and they admire they know not what, 
 
 And know not whom, but as one leads the other : 
 
 And what Delight to be by fuch extol'd, 
 
 To live upon their Tongues, and be their Talk? Milt. P. Reg. 
 
 The common Crew : 
 
 In Knots they ftand, or in a Rank they walk, 
 
 Serious in AfpsS, earncil in their Talk : 
 
 Factious, and rav'ring this or t'other Side, 
 
 As their ftrongFaniies, and weak Reafon,.'guide. 
 
 All fpoke as partial Favour mov'd the Mind; (& Arc 
 
 And, fafe themfcives, at others Coft divin'd. Dr. Chau. Pak 
 
 P O P U LA R. 
 
 — — -• I fee you court the. Crowd, 
 
 When with the Shouts of the rebellious Rabble 
 I fee you borne on Shoulders to Cabals ; 
 Where you all plot the royal Henry's Death ^ 
 Cloud the majeftick Name with Fumes of Wine ; 
 Infamous Scrouls, and neafonable Verfe : 
 While, on the other Side, the Name of Guife 
 By the whole Kennel of the Slaves is rung: 
 Pamphleteers, Ballad-mongers, fing your Ruin, 
 While all the Vermin of the vile Pariiians 
 Tofs up their greafy Caps where'er you pafs, 
 And hurl your dirty Glories in your Face. 
 
 By Heav'n I'd earth my felf, 
 
 Rather than live to a£t fuch black Ambition : 
 But, oh ! you feek it with your Smiles and Bows, 
 This Side and that Side, congeing to the Crowd : 
 You have your Writers too, that cant your Battels; 
 Thar flyle you the new David ! Second Mofes ! 
 Prop of the Church ! Deliv'rer of the People ! 
 Thus from the City, as from the Heart, they fpread 
 Thro' all the Provinces j alarm the Countreysj 
 Where they run forth in Heaps beli'wing your Wonders* 
 
 Dryd. D. of Guife, 
 
 All Nations bow their Heads with Homage down ; 
 And kifs the Feet of this exalred Man : 
 The Name, the Shout, the Blaft from ev'ry Mouth, 
 Is Alexander ! Alexander burlts 
 
 Your Cheeks, and with a Crack fo loud, • — 
 
 It drowns the Voice of Heav'n ! Like Dogs, you fawn, 
 The Earth's Commanders fawn, and follow him : 
 Mankind ftaits up to hear his Blafphemy ; 
 And, if this Hupter of the barb'rous World 
 
 I i 2 Bat 
 
7i<S P O 
 
 But wind himfelf a God, you echo him 
 
 With univeifal Cry. ■ Lee. Alex. 
 
 Triumphant Brutus, 
 
 Like Jove, when folio w'd by a Train of Gods, 
 
 To mingle with the Fates, and doom the World, 
 
 Afcends the brazen Steps o'th' Capitol, 
 
 With all the humming Senate at his Heels : 
 
 While you are but the Ape, the Mimick God 
 
 Of this new Thunderer, who appropriates 
 
 Thofe Bolts of Pow'r, which ought to be divided : 
 
 Now by the Gods, 1 hate his upitart Pride, 
 
 His abject Soul, that (loops to court the Vulgar, 
 
 His Scorn of Princes, and his Luft to th' People : 
 
 O Collatine, have you not Eyes to find him ? 
 
 Why are you rais'd, but to fet off his Honours? 
 
 A Taper by the Sun, whofe fickly Beams 
 
 Are fwallow'd in the Blaze of his full Glory : 
 
 He, like a Meteor, wades th'Abyfs of Light, 
 
 While your faint Luftie adds but to the Beard, 
 
 That awes the World. When late tnro' Rome he pafs'd, 
 
 Fix'd on his Courfer, mark'd you how he bow'd 
 
 On this, on that Side, to the gazing Heads, 
 
 Thatpav'd the Streets, and all imbofs'd the Windows j 
 
 That gap'd with Eagernefs to fpeak, but could not, 
 
 So fait their Spirits flow'd to Admiration, 
 
 And that to Joy, which thus at laft broke forth: 
 
 Brutus ! God B utus ! Father of thy Countrey ! 
 
 Hail Genius, hail! Deliv'rer of loft Rome ! 
 
 Shield of the Commonwealth, and Sword of Juftiee ! 
 
 Hail Scourge of Tyrants ! Lafh of lawlefs Kings ! 
 
 All hail ! thty cry'd, while the long Peal of Praifes, 
 
 Tormented with a thoufand echoing Cries, 
 
 Ran like the Volley of the Gods along : 
 
 Bur, when you follcw'd, how did their bellying Bodies, 
 
 That ventur'd from the Cafements more than half 
 
 To look at Brutus ; nay, that ftuck, like Snails, 
 
 Upon the Walls, and, from the Houfes Tops, 
 
 Hung down, like chift'ring Bees, upon each other : 
 
 How did they all draw back at Sight of you, (L.J. Brut. 
 
 To laze, and loll, and yawn, and reft f;om Rapture ! Lee. 
 
 PORTENTS. 
 
 My Lofs by dire Portents the Gods foretold: 
 For had I not been blind, I might have Cqcti 
 Yon' riven Oak, the faireft of the Green : 
 
 And 
 
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 And the hoarfe Raven, on the blafted Bough, (Y^'?' 
 
 With frequent Croaks prefa^'d the coming Blow. Dj-yd. 
 
 A Marble Temple ftood within the Grove, 
 Sacred to Death, and to her murther'd Love. 
 Oft, when (he viiited this lonely Dome, 
 Strange Voices iflu'd from her Husband's Tomb : 
 She thought fhe heard him fummon her away ; 
 Invite her to his Grave , and chide her Stay. Di yd. Virg. 
 
 — - Then dire Portents (he fees, 
 
 To haften on the Death her Soul decrees : 
 
 Strange to relate ! For when, before the Shrine, 
 
 She pours in Sacrifice the purple Wine, 
 
 The purple Wine is turn'd to putrid Blood ; 
 
 And the white offer'd Milk converts to Mud. Dryd.Virg. 
 
 The Sun reveals the Secrets of the Sky : 
 And who dares give the Source of Light the Lye ? 
 The Change of Empires often he declares ; 
 Fierce Tumults, hidden Treafons, open Wars : 
 He firft the Fate of Caefar did foretel, 
 And pity'd Rome, when Rome in Caefar fell: 
 In Iron Clouds conceal'd the publick Light j 
 And impious Mortals fear'd eternal Night. 
 Nor was the Fact foretold by him alone; 
 Nature her felf ftood forth, and feconded the Sun : 
 Earth, Air, and Seas, with Prodigies were fign'd j 
 And Birds obfcene, and howling Dogs divin'd : 
 What Rocks did ./Etna's bell'wing Nf -uth expire 
 From her torn Entrails! and what Floods of Fire! 
 What Clanks were heard, in German Skies afar, 
 Of Arms, and Armies, rufliingto the War ! 
 Dire Earthquakes rent the folid Alps below ; 
 And, from their Summets, (hook th' eternal Snow. 
 Pale Spectres in the Clofe of N ! ght were feen j 
 And Voices heard of more than mortal M^n : 
 In Hlent Groves dumb Sheep and Oxen fp ike ; 
 And Streams ran backward, and their Beds forfook: 
 The yawning Earth difclos'd th' Abyfs of Hell : y 
 
 The weeping Statues did rhe Wars foretel ; C 
 
 And holy Sweat from brazen Idols fell. > 
 
 Blood fprangfrom Wells : Wolves howl'd in Towns by Nighr ; 
 And boding Vi&ims did the Priefts affright : 
 Such Peals of Thunder never pouv'd from high; 
 Nor Lightning flafh'd from fo ferene a Sky : 
 Red Meteors ran along th' ethereal Space ; 
 Stars difappear'd,and Comets took their Place. Dryd. Virg 
 
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7*8. 
 
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 P O S I E. 
 
 ' As all Words in f§w Lett£rs live, 
 Thou to few Words all Senfe doft give i 
 *Twas Nature taught you this rare Art, 
 
 In fuch a little much to fhew ; 
 
 Who all the Good, ftie did impart 
 To Woman-kind, epitomized in you. Cowl. To a Lady 
 who made Pones for Rings... 
 
 P O V E R T T. 
 
 But 1, whom griping Penury furrounds, 
 And Hunger, fuve Attendant upon Want, 
 With fcanty Offals, and fmall acid Tiff. 
 Wretched Repafr. ! my meagre Corps fu ft ain : 
 Then folitary walk, or doze at home 
 In Garret vile ; and, with a warming Puff, 
 Regale chili'd Fingers ; or from Tube, as black 
 As Winter's Chimney, or well polifh'd Jet, 
 Exhale Mundungus' ill perfuming Smoke : 
 Nor blacker Tube, nor of a fhorter Size, 
 Smokes Cambro- Britain, vers'd in Pedigree, 
 Sprung from Cadwallader and Arthur, antient KingSj 
 Full famous in romanrick Tale, when he 
 O'er many a craggy Hill, or fruitlefs Cliff, 
 Upon a Cargo cf fam'd Ceftrian Cheefe, 
 High over-fhadowing rides. ■ Phil. 
 
 Nothing in Poverty fo ill is borne, 
 As its expofmg Men to grinning Scorn. Oldh. Juv, 
 
 Rareiy they rife by Virtue's Aid, who lie, 
 Plung'd in the Depth of helplefs Poveity. D;yd. fur. 
 
 Want whets the Wit, 'tis true - r but Wit, not blelt 
 With Fortune's Aid, makes Beggars at the belt.:" 
 Wit is not fed, but fharpen'd with Applaufc j 
 Far Wealth is folid Food, and Wit but hungry Sawfe. 
 
 Dryd.LovcTrium, 
 
 Thro* tatter'd Cloarhs great Vices ftrait appear ; 
 Robes and fur'd Gowns hide all : Place Sins with Gold, 
 And the ftrong Lance of Juftice, hunlefs, breaks: (Lear. 
 Arm it in Rags, and Pygmy's Straw does pierce it. Shak.K. 
 
 1— U» ealthy Men, 
 
 That have Eftates to lofe, whole confeions Thoughts 
 Are full of inward Guilt, may fhake with Honour 
 To have their Actions lifted j or appear 
 3:fore the Judge: but the Poor that know themfelves 
 
 As 
 
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 As innocent as poor, that have no Fleece, 
 
 On which the Talons of the piping Law 
 
 Can take fure Hold, may fmile with Scorn on all 
 
 That can be urg'd againtt them. — - Beaum. Span. Curate. 
 
 If Poverty be my upbraided Crime, 
 And you believe in Heav'n, there was a Time, 
 When he, the great Controller of our Fate, 
 Deign'd to be Man, and liv'd in low Eftate : 
 Which he, who had the World at his Difpofe, ., 
 If Poverty were Vice, would never chufe, 
 Philofophers have faid, and Poets fing, 
 That a glad Poverty's an honeft Thing. 
 The ragged Beggar, tho' he want R.elief, 
 Has not to lofe, and fings before the Thief, Dryd. Chauc." 
 
 The Wife of Bath's Tale. 
 
 F O TV E K. 
 
 P6w"r is that lufcious Wine, which (till the Bold, 
 
 The Wife, and Noble, moft intoxicates : 
 Still I have fought, as if in Beauties Sight, 
 
 Out-fuffer'd Patience, bred in Captives Breads ; 
 Taught Fafts, till Bodies, like our Souls, grew light j 
 
 Out-watch'd the Jealous, and out-labo / ar l iN3edlts : 
 Thefe were my Merits j My Reward is Pow*f j 
 
 An outward Trifle, bought with inward Peace : 
 Got in an Age, and rifled in an Hour, 
 
 When fev'rifh Love, the People's Fit, fhall ceafe. D'Avesu 
 
 Short is the Date of all flagitious Pow'r. Lanfd. Br. Ench» 
 
 The hungry Monfter, Pow'r, 
 
 That feeds on all,, and then it felf devours. D'Aven. Circe. 
 
 F RA I $ E. 
 
 Praife, the fine Diet, we are apt to love, 
 If given ro Excefs, will hurtful prove. Oldh. 
 
 Such is the Mode of thefe cenforious Days, 
 The Art is loft of knowing how to praife : 
 Praifing is harder much than finding Fault. Norm* 
 
 Fidtion may deck the Truth withTpurious Rays j 
 And round the Hero call a -borrow'd Blaz.e : 
 Thy great Exploits appear divinely bright, 
 And proudly (nine in their own native Light: 
 Rich of themtelves, their genuine Charms they boaftj 
 And they, who paint them trueit, praife them moft. Add. 
 
 O, I have heard him wan-on in his Praife ; (Orph. 
 
 Speak Things of him might charm the Ears of Envy. Otw. 
 
 1 i 4 Envy 
 
720 P R 
 
 Envy it felf is dumb, in Wonder loft, 
 And Factions ftrive who fhall applaud him mod. Add. 
 
 How fwect Applaufe is from an honeft Tongue ! Steele. Fun. 
 
 But Tongues could never reach, what Minds fo nobly 
 
 (meant. D'Aven. 
 
 Thought can but equal, and all Words are lefs. Dn.Virg. 
 
 Praife, undeferv'd, is Scandal in Difguife. 
 
 What cannot Praife effect in mighty Minds, (6c Ach. 
 When Flatt'ry fooths, and when Ambition blinds ? Dr. Abf. 
 
 Th' ambitious Youth, too covetous of Fame, 
 Too full of Angels Metal in his Frame, 
 Unwarily was led from Virtue's Ways, (Abf. & Ach. 
 
 Made drunk with Honour, and debauch'd with Praife. Dryd. 
 
 He's one of Virtue's Fools, that feeds on Praife. Pi yd. 
 
 ("Abf. & Ach. 
 
 PRATER. 
 
 Mark, Birtha, this unrighteous War of Pray'r! D'Av. 
 How all the World's Devotions difagree ! 
 None beg the fame : The Pray'rs of all the beft, 
 Are l.ttle more than Curfes for the reft. How. Veil. Virg. 
 For Pray'r the Ocean is, where diverfely 
 
 Men fteer their Courfe, each to a fev'ral Coaft ; 
 Where all our Actions fo difcordant be, 
 
 That half beg Winds, by which the reft are loft. 
 
 D'Aven. Gond, 
 They ftorm'd the Skies with their repeated Pray'rs. 
 Of rheir arm'd Pray'rs th'innumerable Crowd 
 Knock'd at the Gates of Heav'n, and knock'd aloud; 
 
 They all aflail'd the Throne : 
 So great a Throng not Heav'n k felf could bear; 
 'Twas almoft borne by Force, as in the Giants War. Dryd. 
 
 Thefacred Wreftler, 'till a Bleffing given, 
 Quits not his Hold; but, halting, conquers Heav'n. Wall. 
 
 His pure Thoughts were borne, 
 
 Like Fumes of facred Incenfe, o'er the Clouds, 
 And wafted thence on Angels Wings, thro* Ways 
 
 Of Light, to the bright Source of all. . Cong. M. Bride. 
 
 — It by Pray'r 
 
 IncefTant, I could hope to change the Will 
 Of him who all Things can, I would not ceafe 
 To weary him with my affiduous Cries : 
 
 But Pray'r againft his abfolute Decree 
 
 No more avails than Breath againft the Wind, ('Loft. 
 
 Blown ftifling back on him that breathes it forth. Miit. Par. 
 
 Pray'rs 
 
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 Pray'rs are the Alms of Churchmen to the Pooi^ 
 They fend to HeavVs, but di ive us from their Door. 
 
 Shak.Ka:-,. 
 
 My Words fly up ; my Thoughts remain below : 
 Words without Thoughts never to Heaven go, Shak. Haflii. 
 
 A fad Proceflion in the Streets is feen : 
 All mount the Cliff where Pallas* Temple Hands ; 
 Pray'rs in their Mouths, and Prefents in rheir Hands : 
 With Confers firft they time the facred Shrine - % 
 Then in one common Supplication join. Dryd. Virg- 
 
 His Steps bold Arcite to the Temple bent , 
 T'adore with Pagan Rites the Pow'r Armi potent : 
 Then proftrate, low, before his Altar lay, 
 And rais'd his manly Voice, and thus began to pray. 
 
 There, falling on his Knees before the Shrine, 
 He thus implor'd with Pray'rs her Pow'r Divine. 
 
 There, kneeling, with her Hands acrofs her Breaft, 
 Thus lowly (he prefen'd her chafte Requeft. Dryd. Chauc. 
 r Pal. 6c Arc. 
 
 Apollo heard ; and, granting half his Pray'r, 
 Stifled in Winds the reft, and tofs'd in empty Air. Dr. Virg. 
 
 FRESBTTERIAN. 
 
 For his Religion, it was fit 
 To match his Learning and his Wit : 
 Twas Presbyterian true blue ; 
 For he was of that ftubborn Crew 
 Of errant Saints, whom all Men granjt 
 To be the true Church militant : 
 Such as do build their Faith upon 
 The holy Text of Pike and Gun ; 
 Decide all Controverfies by 
 Infallible Artillery ; 
 And prove their Doctrine orthodox, 
 By Apoftolick Blows and Knocks ; 
 Call Fire, and Sword, and Defolation, 
 A godly thorow Reformation, 
 Which always muft be carry'd on, 
 And ftill be doing, never done : 
 As if Religion were intended 
 For nothing elfe but to be mended. 
 A Se£t, whofe chief Devotion lies 
 In odd perverfe Antipathies ; 
 In falling out with that or this, 
 And finding fomewhat ftill amifs': 
 
 I i 5 Mji-c. 
 
?*2 P ft 
 
 More peevifa, crofs, and fpleenetick, 
 
 Than Dog diftraft, or Monkey fick : 
 
 That with more Care keep Holiday 
 
 The Wrong, than others the right, Way,: 
 
 Compound for Sins, they are inclin'd too, 
 
 By damning thofe, they have no Mind to : 
 
 Still fo perverfe and oppofite, 
 
 As if they worfriip'd God for Spite. 
 
 The felf fame Thing they will abhor 
 
 One Way, and long. another for: 
 
 Free- Will they, one Way difavow, 
 
 Another, nothing elfe allow : 
 
 All Piety coniifts therein 
 
 In them, in other Men all Sin. 
 
 Rather than fail, they will detie 
 
 That which they love moft tenderly ; 
 
 Quarrel with rainc'd Pies, and difparage 
 
 Their heft and deareft Friend, Plum- Porridge ; 
 
 ?at Pig and Goofe it felf oppofe, 
 
 And blafpheme Cuftard thro' the Nofe. Hud; 
 
 P RE S BTTE RT. 
 
 Presbytery docs but tranflate 
 The Papacy to a free State : 
 A Commonwealth of Popery, 
 "Where ev'ry Village is a See, 
 As well as Rome; and muft -maintain - 
 A Tithe-Pig Metropolitan : 
 Where ev'ry Presbyter and Deacon 
 Commands the Keys for Cheefe and Bacon j 
 And ev'ry Hamlst's governed 
 By's Holinefs, the Churches Head; 
 More haughty and fevere in's Place, 
 Than Gregory or Boniface. 
 Such Church muft furely be a Monfter, 
 With many Heads ; for if we confter 
 What in th'Apocalypfe we find, 
 According to th 5 Apoftles Mind, 
 Tis that the Whore of Babylon 
 With many Heads did ride upon ; 
 Which H^ads denote the linful Tribe 
 Of Deacon, Prisit, Lay-Elder, Scribe. Hud. , 
 
 Stiff, 
 
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 Self-? RE S ERF A T 1 N. 
 
 Self- Prefervation is the firft of Laws j 
 And if, 'Alien Subjects are opp; efs'd by Kings, 
 They juftffy Rebellion by- thar Law, 
 
 As well may Monarchs turn the Edge of Right j/T*' 
 
 To cut for them, when Self-Defence requires it, Dryd. Sp» 
 
 When Force invades the Gift of Nature, Life, 
 The eldeft Law of Nature bids defend : 
 And if in that Defence a Tyrant fall, 
 His Death's his Crime, not ours. Dryd. D. Seb. 
 
 What Courage tamely could to. Death confenr, 
 And not, by ftriking firit the Blow prevent t Dryd. Auren. 
 
 PR I D E* 
 
 Pride, whcfe Alloy does bed Endowments mar,. 
 As Things moft lofty (mailer ftill appear. Oldh. 
 
 Pride, of all others the mod dang'rous Fault, 
 Proceeds from Want of Senfe, or Want of Thought. Rofc-' 
 
 Of all the Caufes, which confpire to blind 
 "Man's erring Judgment, and mifguide the Mind, 
 What the weak Head with ftrongeft Byafs rules, 
 Ts Pride, the never-failing Vice of Fools, 
 Whatever Nature has in Worth deny'd, 
 She gives in large Recruits of needtiil Pride: 
 For, as in Bodies, thus in Souls, we find 
 What wants in Blood and Spirits, fwell'd with Wind; 
 P.ide, where Wit fails, fteps in to our Defence, 
 And fills up all the mighty Void of Senfe: 
 if once right Reafon drives that Cloud away, 
 Truth breaks upon us with reuftlefs Day. Pope. 
 
 PRIES r. 
 
 The awful Guides of Heav'nly Government" ! 
 That teach us Penance, Faft, and Abftinence ; 
 To punifh Bodies for the Soul's Offence. Dryd. Ind. Emp; 
 The Drugger-Men of Heaven. Dryd. D. Seb. 
 
 Ill dees he reprefent the Powr*s above, 
 Who nourifhes Debate, not preaches Love, DrydJnd.EmjSo 
 
 Kings went too far, 
 
 To truft the preaching Pow'r on State Affairs, 
 To heav'niy Demagogues : . 
 
 Tis a Limb lopt from their Prerogative, (D. Seb," 
 
 And fo -much of Heav'a's Image blotted from them. Dryd, " 
 
 Tea 
 
7*4 P R 
 
 Youfaucily teach Monarchs to obey, 
 And the wide World in narrow Cloyfters fway : 
 Set up by Kings as humble Aids of Pow'r, 
 You that, which bred you, Viper-like, devour: 
 
 You Enemies of Crowns! Dryd. Ind. Emp. 
 
 The high Pi iefts Form the Fury then afiumes : 
 For the Prieft's Form is fitteft to engage 
 Princes in Blood, and move deftruclive Rage. Blac. P. Arth. 
 
 Ill befall 
 
 Such meddling Priefts, who kindle up Confufion, (Shore. 
 And vex the quiet World with their vain Scruples. Rowe. J. 
 
 Were all thy Tribe like thee, it well might ftartle 
 Our lay unlearned Faith, when thro' fuch Hands 
 i The Knowledge of the Gods is reach'd to Man : 
 But thus thofe Gods inftrucl us, that not all, 
 Who, like Intruders, thruft into their Service, 
 And turn the holy Office to a Trade, 
 Participate their facred Influence. Rowe. Amb. Stepm. 
 
 Do not, as fome ungracious Parlors do, 
 Shew me the fteep and thorny Way to Heav'n, 
 While, like a puff'd and recklefs Libertine, 
 Himfelf the Primrofe Path of Dalliance treads, 
 
 And reaks not his own Read. Shak. Haml. 
 
 — The Licenfe of a foreign Reign 
 
 Did all the Dregs of bold Socinus drain : 
 
 Then firft the Belgian Morals were extoli'd, 
 
 We their Religion had, and they our Gold : 
 
 Then unbelieving Priefts reform'd the Nation ; 
 
 And taught more pleafant Methods of Salvation ; 
 
 Where HeavVs free Subjects might their Rights difpute, 
 
 Left God himfelf fhould feem too abfolute : 
 
 Pulpits their facred Satire learn'd to fpare $ 
 
 And Vice admir'd to find a Flart'rer there. 
 
 Encourag'd thus, Wit's Tirans brav'd the Skies; 
 
 And the Prefs groan'd with licens'd Blafphemies. Pope. 
 
 Good Parfon. 
 ^ He, letting down the golden Chain from high, 
 Still drew his Audience upward to the Sky 
 And of-, with holy Hymns, he charm'd their Ears j 
 A Mufick more melodious than the Spheres! 
 For David left him, when he went to reft, 
 His Lyre ; and, after him, he fung the beft. 
 He preach'd the Joys of Heav'n, and Pains of Hell j 
 And warn'd the Sinner with becoming Zeal j 
 But on eternal Mercy lov'd to dwell. 
 
 The 
 
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 The Counrrey-Chnvls, according to their Kind, 
 Who grudge their Dues, and love to be behind, 
 The lefs he fought his Off'rings, pinch'd the more ; 
 And prais'd a Pried, contented to be poor : 
 For mortify'd he was to that Degree, 
 A poorer than himfelf he would not fee. 
 
 TruePriefls, he faid, and Preachers of the Word, 
 Were only Stewards of their Sov'raign Lord : 
 
 Nothing was theirs ; but all the publick Store, 
 
 Intruded Riches to relieve the Poor : 
 
 If they (hould ileal, for Want of his Relief, 
 
 He judg'd himfelf Accomplice with the Thief. 
 
 Wide was his Parifti, not contracted clofe 
 
 In Streets ; but here and there a draggling Houfe: 
 
 Yet flill he was at hand, without Requell, 
 
 To ferve the Sick, to fuccour the Diftrefs'd : 
 
 Tempting, on foot, alone, without Affright, 
 
 The Dangers of a dark tempeftuus Night. 
 
 All this the good old Manperform'd alone ; 
 
 Nor fpar'd his Pains : for Curate he had none j 
 
 Nordurflhe truft another with his Care: 
 
 Nor rode himfelf to Pauls, the publick Fair, 
 
 To chaffer for Preferment with his Gold, 
 
 Where Bifhopricks and Sine-cures are fold. 
 
 The Prelate, for his holy Life, he priz'd j 
 
 The worldly Pomp of Prelacy defpis'd : 
 
 Not, but he knew, the Signs of earthly Pow'r 
 
 Might well become St. Peter's SuccefTour : 
 
 The holy Father holds a double Reign : 
 
 The Prince may keep his Pomp; the Fifher mufl be plain. 
 
 Such was the Saint, who fhone with ev'ry Grace, 
 
 Reflecting, Mofes-like, his Maker's Face : 
 
 God faw his Image lively was exprefs'd ; 
 
 And his own Work, as in Creation, blefs'd. 
 
 The Tempter faw him too, with envious Eye j 
 
 And, as on Job, demanded Leave to try : 
 
 He took the Time when Richard was depos'd ; 
 
 And High and Low wich happy Harry clos'd. 
 
 This Prince, tho' great in A ms, the Prieft withflood j 
 
 Near tho' he was, yet not the next of Bsood : 
 
 Had Richard, unconftrain'd, refign'd the Throne j p 
 
 A King can give no more than is his own : £ 
 
 The Title flood entail'd, had Richard had a Son. $ 
 
 Conqueft, an odious Name, was laid afide, 
 
 Where all fubmitted, none the Battel try'd. 
 
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 The fenfelefs Plea of Right by Providence, 
 Was, by a flatt'ring Prieft, invented fince ; 
 And lafts no longer than the prefent Sway j 
 But juitifies the next, who comes in Play. 
 The People's Right remains : let thofe who dare,. 
 Difpure their Pow'r, when they the Judges are. 
 He join'd not in their Choice ; because he knew 
 Woife might, and often did, from Change, enfue. 
 Much to himfelf he thought; but little fpoke : 
 And, undepriv'd, his Benefice forfook. 
 Now, thro' the Land, his Cure of Souls he ftretch'd j. 
 And, like a primitive Apoftle, preach'd. 
 Still chearful, ever conftant to his Call; 
 By many followed ; lov'd by mod ; admir'd by all. 
 In Deference to his Virtues, I forbear 
 To (hew you what the reft in Orders were : 
 This Brillant is fo fpotlefs, and fo bright, 
 He needs no Foyle : but fhines by. his own proper Light,- 
 
 Diyd. 
 
 P R I s o • n: 
 
 Deep in a Dungeon was the Captive caft, 
 Depriv'd of Day, and held in Fetters fait. Dryd. Bocc. 
 
 (Cym. ct Iphig.. 
 
 A dreadful Din was wont 
 
 To grate the Senfe, when enter'd here, from Groans 
 
 And Howls of Slaves condemn'd, from Clink of Chains*. 
 
 And Crafh of rufty Bars, and creeking Hinges : 
 
 A^d ever and anon the Sight was dafh'd 
 
 With frightful Faces, and the meagre Looks 
 
 Gf grim and ghaftly Executioners. Cong. Mourn. Bride.. 
 
 VRIVATIO N. 
 
 Privation is a Mifery 
 As much above bare Wretchednefs, 
 As that is (hort of Happinefs : 
 So when the Sun docs not appear, 
 "Tis darker 'caufe it was once here, . Suck. Aglaura, 
 
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 Portents and Prodigies are grown fo frequent-, 1 
 
 That they have loft their Name— Dryd. All for Love. 
 
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 Our Enfigns, as they flood 
 
 Difplay'd before our Troops, took Fire untouched, 
 
 And burnt to Tinder 
 
 Three Ravens brought their Young Ones in the Streets, 
 
 Devouring them before the Peoples Eyes ; 
 
 Then bore the Garbage back into their Neils : 
 
 A Noife of Trumpets, rattling in the Air, 
 
 Was heard, and dreadful Cries-of dying Men, .Otw.C.Mar. 
 The Air was fill'd with dreadful Cries,. 
 
 And fuddain Night o'erfpread the darker, 'd Skies :. 
 
 Phantoms and Fiends, and wand'ring Fires appear'd,. 
 
 And Screams of ill-prefaging Birds were heard. 
 
 The Foreft (hook, and flinty Rocks were cleft, 
 
 And frighted Streams their wonted Chanels left. Cong,. 
 Scarce had we ftept on the forbidden Ground, 
 
 "When the Woods (hook, the Trees ftood briftling up,- 
 
 A living Trembling nodded thro' the Leaves : 
 
 And ftrair a rumbling Sound, like bell'wing WHids, 
 
 Rofe and grew loud : confus'd with Howls of Wolves, 
 
 And Grunts of Bears, and dixadfi.il Hifs of Snakes, 
 Shrieks more than humane : Globes of Hail ponr'd down 
 An armed Winter, and inverted Day. Dryd. K. Arth^ 
 
 The Spirit of King Philip, in thole Arms 
 We faw him wear, pafs'd groaning thro' the Court, 
 
 His dreadful Eyeballs rowld their Horrour upwards ; 
 
 He wav'd his Arms, and ("hook his wond'rous Head. 
 
 I've heard, that, at the Crowing of the Cock, 
 
 Liens will roar, and Goblins fteal away ; 
 
 But this majsftick Air ftalks ftedfaft on, 
 
 Spight of the Morn, that calls him from the Eaft, 
 
 Nor minds the Op'ningof the Iv'ry Door. Lee. Alex. 
 
 Scarce had the Night, upon her Carr afcending, 
 Thrown her black Influence round the mournfulHemifphere, . 
 When a mad Whirlwind's fubterranean Blaft 
 Made the Dome tremble from its deep Foundation, 
 And fhookthe dreadful Glories of its Spires. 
 The yawning Vault difclos'd its gloomy Entrails-, 
 And, lab'ring, from its inmoft Caverns groan'd: 
 And then a Troop of Ghofts, bloody and baleful, 
 And wonderfully pale, fprung glaring up. 
 Then vanifhing, fo ruefully they fhriek'd, 
 That all the ghaftful Hollow of the Dome 
 Multiplying Horrour difmally refounded. 
 Then on a fuddain, of their own Accord, 
 The mafly Gates, with jarring Sound, flew open, 
 Grating harfh Thunder on their brazen Hinges. Den. Iphig, 
 
 In a lone I He o'ch Temple while I walk'd, 
 A. Whirlwind rofe, that, with a violent Blaft, Shook 
 
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 Shook all the Dome: the Doors around me clapt: 
 
 The iron Wicket, that defends the Vault, 
 
 Where the long Race of Ptolomies is laid, 
 
 Burft open, and difclos'd the mighty dead : 
 
 From out each Monument, in order plac'd, 
 
 An armed Ghoft ftarts up : the Boy-King laft 
 
 Rear'd his inglorious Head : a Peal of Groans 
 
 Then follow'd, and a lamentable Voice 
 
 Cry'd, Egypt is no more. My Blood ran back ; 
 
 My (haking Knees againft each other knock'd ; 
 
 On the cold Pavement down I fell intranc'd, 
 
 And fo unfinifh'd left the horrid Scene. Dryd. All for Love. 
 
 TROMETHEUS. 
 
 The bold Prometheus, whofe untam'd Defire 
 Rival'd the Sun with his own heav'nly Fire ; 
 Now doom'd the Scythian Vulture's endlefs Prey, 
 Severely pays for animating Clay. Rofc. Virg. 
 Condemn'd on Caucafus to lie, 
 Srill to be dying, not to die, 
 With certain Pain, uncertain of Relief, (of Ven. 
 
 True Emblem of a wretched Lover's Grief! Lanfd. Jew. 
 Thus bold Prometheus did afpire, 
 And ftole from Heav'n the Seed of Fire : 
 A Train of Ills, a ghaftly Crew, 
 The Robbers blazing Track purfue ; 
 Fierce Famine, with her meagre Face, 
 And Fevers of a firy Race 
 In Swarms th' offending Wretch funound, 
 All brooding on the blafted Ground ; 
 And limping Death, lafli'd on by Fate, 
 Comes up, to (horten half our Date. Dryd. Hor. 
 
 TROMONTORT. 
 
 A Promontory, fliarp'ning by Degrees, 
 Ends in a Wedge, and overlooks the Seas : 
 On either fide, below, the Waters flow. Dryd. Ovid. 
 
 That Ifthmus (lands between two rufhing Seas, 
 Which, mounting, view each other from afar, 
 And ftrive in vain to meet. — Dryd. Don. Scb. 
 
 P R O P H E r. 
 
 Prophetick Fury rouls within my Breaft : 
 And as, at Delphos, when the foaming Prieft, 
 
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 Full of the God, proclaims the diftant Doom 
 
 Of Kings unborn, and Nations yet to come: 
 
 My lab'ring Mind, fo, ftruggles to unfold 
 
 On Britifh Ground a future Age of Gold. Lanfd. Brit.Ench, 
 
 ■ O thou, whofe moft afpirine Mind 
 
 Knows all the Bus'nefsof the Courts aoove, 
 Opens the Clofet of the Gods, and dares 
 To mix with Jove himfelf and Fate at Council; 
 O Prophet, anfwer me. Lee. OEdip. 
 
 O tell it in Groans, tho' thou bend with the Load ; 
 Tho' thou burft with the Weight of the terrible God. Lee. 
 
 (OEdip. 
 
 Have we not fearch'd 
 
 The Womb of Heav'n, examin'd all the Entrails 
 
 Of Birds and Beafts,and tir'd the Prophets Art? Lce.OEdip, 
 
 As when a Prophet feels the God retir'd, 
 His Eyes no more with facred Fury roul, 
 No more, divine Impnlfes move his Soul : 
 The Fires, that warm'd him, with the God are gone ; 
 The Deity withdrawn, the Charm is done. Hopk. 
 
 TROSERPINE. 
 
 Hail,mighty Emp-efsofthe Realms of Night! Laud.Vir, 
 I'll ring th' unbounded Glories of your Reign : 
 Whole Nature owns your Pow'r : whate'er have Birth, 
 And live, and move o'er all the Face of Earth; 
 Or in old Ocean's mighty Caverns fleep ; 
 Or, fportive, roul along the foamy Deep ; 
 Or on ftiff Pinions airy Journeys take ; 
 Or cut the floating Stream, or ftagnant Lake : 
 In vain they labour to prcferve their Breath ; 
 And foon fall Victims to your SubjeS, Death : 
 Unnurnber'd Triumphs fwift to you he brings : 
 Hail, Goddefs of all fublunary Things .' 
 Empires, that fink above, here rife again; 
 And Worlds, unpeopled, crowd th' Elylian Plain : 
 Proud Tyrants once, and lauell'd Chiefs (hall come, 
 And kneel ; and, trembling, wait from you their Doom : 
 Th' Impious, forc'd, (hall then their Crimes difclofe, 
 And fee pad Pleafures teem wirh future Woes ; 
 Deplore in Da knefs your impartial Sway ; 
 While fpotlefs Souls enj »y the Fields of Day : 
 When, ripe for fecond Birth, the Dead fhall fland 
 In fhiv'ring Throngs on the Lethsean Sf and, 
 That Shade, whom you approve, (hall firft be brought, 
 To quaff Oblivion in the pleafing Draught : 
 
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 Whofe Thread of Life, juft fpun, you wou'd renew, 
 
 But nod, and Clotho (hall re-wind the Clue ; 
 
 Let no Diftruft of Pow'r your Joys abate j 
 
 Speak what you wifh - 7 and what you fpeak is Fate.- 
 
 PROTEUS. 
 
 Old Proteus now appear?, 
 
 Prophet to mighty Neptune : he reiides 
 
 In the Carpathian Gulph, o'er which he glides, > 
 
 And his green Chariot with Sea-Koifes guides : J 
 
 — Him the Nymphs adore ; 
 
 Old Nereus too : by him are all Things feen, 
 
 What is to come, what is, and what has been, 
 
 This Neptune gave him, when he gave to keep 
 
 His Flocks, and feed them in the briny Deep. Creech.Vhg> 
 
 Thus changeful Proteus va-.y'd oft his Shape j 
 And did in fundry Forms and Figures Tcape : 
 A running Stream, a (landing Tree became ; 
 A roaring Lion, or a bleating Lamb. Dryd. Ovid. 
 
 See Proteus, coming to his ufual Cave ; 
 The Sea-calves following fpout the brackifh Wave : 
 Spread o'er the Sand the fcatter'd Monfters lay j 
 He, like a Shepherd, at the clofe of Day, 
 Sits 'in id ft the Beach, and counts the fcaly Flock. Cr.Virg. 
 
 On great Minerva's Rock the God appear'd, 
 And charm'd wirh V'erfe Divine his monftrous Herd : 
 While Phoebus funk wirh the declining Day, 
 And all around delighted' Dolphins play. Bowles. Sanai. 
 
 PROVIDENCE. 
 
 The Ways of Heav'n are dark and intricate, 
 Puzzled in Maz.es, and perplexM with Errours ; 
 Our Understanding traces them in vain, 
 Loft and bewilder'd in the fruitlefs Search; 
 Nor fees with how much Art the Windings run, 
 Nor where the regular Confufion ends. Add. Cato. 
 
 Heav'n, from human Senfe, 
 
 Has hid the fecret Paths of Providence. Dryd. Rel. La, 
 
 O Pow'r fupream, how fecret are thy Ways! 
 Yer Man, vain Man, wou'd trace the myftick Maze - t 
 With foolifh Wifdom arguing, charge his God ■> 
 His Balance hold, and guide his angry Rod : 
 New-mould the Spheres, and mend "the Skies Delign,. 
 And found th' Immenfe with hi? fhort fcanty Line : 
 Do thou, my Soul, the deftin'd Period wait, 
 When God fliall folve the dark D^f Tees of Fate ; 
 
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 His own unequal Difpenfations clear ; 
 
 And make all wife and beautiful appear: 
 
 When fufF'ring Saints aloft in Beams fhall glow j 
 
 And profp'rous Traitors gnaih their Teeth below. Tifkell. 
 
 — What have I done, 
 
 To kindle fuch reientlefs Wrath againft me ? 
 
 If in the Days of all my paft Offences, 
 
 When moil, my Heart was lifted with Delight, 
 
 If I with-held my Morfel from the Hungry, 
 
 Forgot the Widows Want, and Orphans Cry, 
 
 If I have known a Good I have not fhar'd ; 
 
 Nor call'd the Poor to take his Portion with me, 
 
 Let my word Enemies (land foith, and now 
 
 Deny the Succour which I gave not then. Rowe. J. Shore. 
 
 The Pow'rs above, who oounteoufly beltow 
 Their Gifts and Graces on Mankind below, 
 Yet prove our Merit firftj nor blindly give 
 To fuch as are unworthy to receive : 
 For Valour and for Virtue they provide 
 Their due Reward ; but firft they muft be try'd : 
 Thefe fruitful Seeds within your Mind they fow'd j 
 *Twas years t'improve rhe Talent they beftow'd : 
 They gave you to be born of noble Kind ; 
 They gave you Love to lighten up your Mind, 
 And purge the grofler Parts: they gave you Care 
 To pleafe, and Courage to deferve, the Fair : 
 Thus far they try'd you ; and by Proof they found 
 The Grain intrufted in a grateful Ground : 
 But ftill the great Experiment remain'd ; 
 They fufferM you to lofe the Prize you gaih'd ; 
 That you might learn the Gift was theirs alone ; 
 And, when leftor'd, to them the BJefiing own. Dryd. 
 
 (Bocc. Cym. Sclphig,. 
 Mark, mark, UlyfTes, how the Gods prefcrve 
 The Men they love, ev'n in their own Defpight : 
 They guide us, and we travel in the Dark : 
 But, when we moll: defpair to hit the Way ; (Love 
 
 And left expert, we find our fclves arriv'd. Lanfd. Heiv 
 
 Submit thy Fate to Heav'n's indulgent Care : 
 Tho' all feern loft 'tis impious to defpair : 
 The Tracls of Providence, like Rivers, wind j 
 Here run before us ; there retreat behind : 
 And, tho' immerg'd in Earth from human Eyes, 
 Again break forth,and more confpicuous rife.Hig.Gen.Conq. 
 
 How juft is Providence in all irs Works ! 
 How fwift.to overtake us in our Crimes! Lanfd.Her.Love. 
 
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 Complaints of PROFIDENCE. 
 
 Affii&ions, fent from Heav'n without a Caufe, 
 Make bold Mankind inquire into its Laws. Dr. M. Queen. 
 
 Yet fure the Gods are good : I wou'd think fo, 
 If they wou'd give me leave : ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ 
 But Virtue in Diftrefs, and Vice in Triumph 
 Make Atheifts of Mankind.. Dryd. Cleom. 
 
 ' Devotion (Cleom. 
 
 Will cool in after-times, if none but good Men fuffer. Dryd. 
 
 If Piety be thus debarr'd Accefs 
 On high j and of good Men the very beft 
 Be tingled out to bleed, and bear the Scourge, 
 What is Reward, and what is Punifhment? 
 But who (hall dare to tax eternal Juftice ? Cong. M. Bride. 
 
 Is this then my Reward ? Unneceffary Virtue ! 
 Why do we wear thee thus to our Undoing ? Lee. Mith. 
 
 Where fhall the Brave and Good for Refuge run, 
 When to be virtuous is to be undone ? 
 Sure Jupiter's depos'd ; fome Giant rules (Ench. 
 
 An impious World, contriv'd for Knaves and Fools. Lanf.B. 
 
 Is there no God 
 
 Who can controul the Malice of our Fate? 
 
 Are they all deaf? Or have the Giants Heav'n ? Dr. OEdip. 
 
 O Virtue, impotent, and blind as Fortune ! 
 Who wou'd be good or pious, if this Queen, 
 Thy great Example fufFers ? Dryd. Maid. Queen. 
 
 — — O, where was then 
 The PowV, that guards the facred Lives of Kings ? 
 Why flept the Lightning and the Thunderbolts, 
 Or bent their idle Rage on Fields and Trees, 
 When Vengeance call'd them here ? Dryd. Span. Fry. 
 
 But is there Heav'n ? For I begin to doubt: 
 The Skies are hufh'd, no grumbling Thunders roul : 
 Now take your Swing, ye impious, fin unpunUh'd : 
 Eternal Providence feems overwatch'd, 
 And with a ilumb'ring Nod afTents to Murder. Dryd.D.Seb. 
 
 O Pow'rs, if Kings be your peculiar Care j 
 Why plays this Wretch with your Prerogative ? 
 Now flafh him dead, now crumble him to Afhes j 
 Or henceforth live confin'd to your own Palace, 
 And look not idly out upon a World, 
 That is no longer yours.—-— D:yd. D. Scb. 
 
 Here I am loft again : 
 
 Here all my Courage, which has borne the Blow 
 Of ftei neft War, fhrinks like a beaten Coward ; 
 Here, I confefs, my Piety gives Way : 
 
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 I cou'd fall out with the forgetful Gods, 
 
 And curfe the cruel Authors of my Being. Lee. Mithr. 
 
 Curs'd Fate ! Malicious Stars ! you now have drain'd 
 Your felves of all your pois'nous Influence ; 
 Ev'n the laft baleful Drop is filed upon me. Lee. Mith. 
 
 Relentlefs Fates ! malicious, cruel Pow'rs : 
 O for whatCrime do you thus rack your Creature ? Lee.The. 
 
 O ye eternal Pow'rs, 
 
 That guide the World ! Why do you (hock our Reafon, 
 With Ads, like thefe, that lay our Thoughts in Duft ? Lee. 
 
 (Theod. 
 
 Oh! When (hall I have Reft? 
 
 Why are all thefe Things thus ? Is it of Force, 
 Is there Neceflity, I muft be miferable ? 
 
 Is it of Moment to the Peace of Heaven, 
 
 That I (hou'd be affli£ted thus ? If not, 
 
 Why is it thus contriv'd ? Why are Things laid, 
 
 By fome unfeen Hand, fo, as of Confequence 
 
 They muft to me bring Curfes, Grief ot Heart, 
 
 The laft Diftrefsof Life, and fure Defpair ? Cong.M.Bride. 
 
 See'ft thou not this, great Jove, or do we fear in vain 
 Thy boafted Thunder, and thy thoughtlefs Reign ? 
 Do thy broad Hands the forky Lightnings lance, 
 Thine are the Bolts, or the blind Work of Chance ? Dr.Vir. 
 
 I'm at a Lofs of Thought, and muft acknowledge 
 The Councils of the Gods are fathomlefs : 
 Nay, 'tis the hardeft Task perhaps of Life, 
 To be aflur'd of what is Vice or Virtue : 
 Whether, when we raife up Temples to the Gods, 
 We do not then blafpheme them : Oh, behold me, 
 Behold the Game, that laughing Fortune plays ; 
 Fate, or the Will of Heav'n ; call't what you pleafe, 
 That mars the beft Defigns, that Prudence lays, 
 That brings Events about, perhaps, to mock (fun. Brut. 
 At human Reach, and fport with Expectation. Lee. L. 
 
 Ye Gods! We're taught that all your Works are Juftice: 
 You're painted merciful, and Friends to Innocence : 
 If fo, then why thefe Plagues upon my Head ? Ocw. Orph. 
 
 He then, with alter'd Hue, 
 
 Sunk on the Ground ; and from his Bofom drew 
 
 A defp'rateSigh, accufing Heav'n and Fate, 
 
 And angry Juno's unrelenting Hate. 
 
 Curs'd be the Day, when fit ft I did appear ; O 
 
 Let it be blotted from the Calendar, J» 
 
 Left it pollute the Month and poifon all the Year. J 
 
 Still will the jealous Queen purfue our Race, 
 
 Cadmus is dead : the Theban City was : 
 
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 Yet ceafcs not her Hate : For all, who come 
 
 From Cadmus, are involv'd in Cadmus* Doom. 
 
 I fuffer for my Blood : Unjuft Decree ! 
 
 That punifhes another's Crime on me. Dryd. Pal. Sc Arc, 
 
 Can heav'nly Minds fuch high Rcfentment (how; 
 Or exercife their Spight on human Woe ? Dryd. Virg. 
 
 O Hercules! why fhou'd a Man like this, 
 Who dares not truft his Fate for one great A&ion, 
 Be all the Care of Heav'n ? Dryd. All for Love. 
 
 -Fool that I was, upon my Eagles Wings 
 I bore this Wren till I was tir'd with foaring, 
 
 And now he mounts above me. 
 
 Good Heav'ns, is this, is this the Man who braves me ? 
 Who bids my Age make way ; drives me before him 
 To the World's Ridge, and fweeps me off like Rubbifli ? 
 
 CDryd. All for Love. 
 
 PUNISHMENT. 
 
 Let not the Puniftiment th* Offence exceed ; 
 Juftice with Weight and Meafure muft proceed : 
 Juftice, when equal Scales (he holds, is blindj 
 Nor Cruelty, nor Mercy change her Mind : 
 When fome efcape for that which others die, 
 Mercy to thole, to thefe is Cruelty. Denh. 
 
 i See they fuffer Death : 
 
 But in their Deaths remember they are Men : 
 Strain not the Laws to make their Tortures grievous. 
 Lucius, the bafe degen'rate Age requires 
 Severity, and Juftice in its Rigour: 
 This awes an impious, bold, offending World, 
 Commands Obedience, and gives Force to Laws : 
 When by juft Vengeance guilty Mortals periih, 
 The Gods behold their Punifhment with Pleafure, 
 And lay th' uplifted Thunder-bolt afide. Add. Cato. 
 
 Heav'n may forgive a Crime to Penitence j 
 For Heav*n can judge if Penitence be true ; 
 But Man, who knows not Hearts, fhould make Example's,' 
 Which, like a Warning-piece, muft be (hot off, 
 
 To fright the reft from Crimes. Dryd. Span. Fryar. 
 
 " * You have forgot Reward; 
 The Part of Heav'n in Kings ; For Punifhment 
 Is Hangman's Work, and Drudgery for Devils. Dr. D. Seb. 
 
 Impunity''? the highcft Tyranny, Roch. Valent. 
 
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 V TG MA L ION, and the Statue. 
 
 The Flefh, or what fo feems, he touches oft, 
 Which feels fo fmooth, that he believes it (oft : 
 Fir'd with this Thought, at once he ftrain'd the Bread, 
 And on the Lips a burning Kifs imprefs'd : 
 *Tis true, the harden'd Breaft refills the Gripe, 
 And the cold Lips return a Kifs unripe : 
 But when, retiring back, he lookM again, 
 To think it Iv'ry was a Thought too mean : 
 So would believe (he kifs'd ; and, courting more, 
 Again embrae'd her naked Body o'er : 
 And, draining hard the Statue, was afraid 
 His Hands had made a Dint, and hurt the Maid: 
 Explor'd her Limb by Limb, and fear'd to find 
 So rude a Gripe had left a livid Mark behind. 
 Then from the Floor he rais'd a Royal Bed, 
 With Cov'rings of Cydonian Purple fpread -, 
 The folemn Rites perform'd, he calls her Bride, 
 With Blandifhments invites her to his Side : 
 
 And, as (he were with vital Senfe poffefs'd, 
 
 Her Head did on a plumy Pillow reft. 
 
 Then, impudent in Hope, with Ardent Eyes, 
 
 And beating Breaft, by the dear Statue lies. 
 
 He kiffes her white Lips, renews the Blifs ; 
 
 And looks, and thinks they redden at the Kifs ; 
 
 He thought them warm before : Nor longer ftays, 
 
 But next his Hand on her hard Bofom lays : 
 
 Hard as it was, beginning to relent, 
 
 It feem'd, the Breaft beneath his Fingers bent ; 
 
 He felt again ; his Fingers made a Print ; 
 
 'Twas Fleih j but Flefh fo firm, it rofe againft the Dint. 
 
 The pleating Task he fails not to renew ; 
 
 Soft, and more fofr, at ev'ry Touch it grew ; 
 
 Like pliant Wax, when chafing Hands reduce 
 
 The former Mafs to Form, and frame for UCc. 
 
 He wou'd believe, but yet is ftill in Pain 3 } 
 
 And tries his Argument of Senfe again -. > 
 
 Preffes the Pulfe, and feels the leaping Vein. j 
 
 Then Lips to Lips he join'd - y now, freed from Fear, 
 
 He found the Savour of the Kifs fincere : 
 
 At this, the waken'd Image op'd her Eyes, (Dryd. Ovid. 
 
 And vievs'd at once the Light and Lover, with Surprise. 
 
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 P TTHIA. 
 
 The Pythian Goddefs 
 
 Is dumb and fallen, 'till, with Fury fill'd 
 She fpreads, (he rifes, growing to the Sight ; 
 She flares, fhe foams, fhe raves : the awful Secrets 
 Burft from her trembling Lips, and eafe the tortur'd Maid., 
 
 (Smith. Phxd.Sc Hip. 
 
 
 
 U A C K and Man- Midwife. 
 
 A Quack, too fcandaloufly mean to name, 
 Had, by Man-Mid wifry, got Wealth and Fame: 
 As if Lucina had forgot her Trade, 
 The lab'ring Wife invokes his furer Aid : 
 Well-feafon'd Bowls the Goflip's Spirits raife, 
 Who, while fhe guzzles, chats the Doctor's Praife j 
 And largely, what fhe wants in Words, fupplies 
 With Maudlin-Eloquence of trickling Eyes : 
 But what a thoughtlefs Animal is Man ! 
 How very active in his own Trepan ! 
 For, greedy of Phyficians frequent Fees, 
 From female mellow Praife he takes Degrees ; 
 Struts in anew unlicens'd Gown, and then 
 From faving Women falls to killing Men : 
 Another fuch had left the Nation thin, 
 In fpight of all the Children he brought in : 
 His Pills, as thick as Hand-Granadoes flew, 
 And, where they fell, as certainly they flew : 
 His Name (truck ev'ry where as great a Damp, 
 As Archimedes' thro' the Roman Camp, 
 With this, the Doctor's Pride began to cool j 
 For fmarting foundly may convince a Fool : 
 But now Repentance came too late for Grace j 
 And meagre Famine ftar'd him in the Face : 
 Fain wou'd he to the Wives be reconcil'd. 
 But found no Husband left to own a Child : 
 The Friends, that got the Brats, were poifon'd too : 
 In this fad Cafe what cou'd our Vermin do ? 
 Worry'd with Debts, and pafs'd all Hope of Bail, 
 Th' unpity'd Wretch lies rotting in a Jail : 
 And there, with basket-Alms icarce kept alive, 
 Shews how miftaken Talents ought to thrive. Rofc. 
 
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 QUA K E R. 
 
 Quakers, that, like to Lanterns, bear 
 Their Light within 'em, will not fwear : 
 Their Gofpel is an Accidence, 
 By which they conftrue Confcience, 
 And hold no Sin To deeply red, 
 As that of breaking Prifcian's Head : 
 The Head and Founder of their Order, 
 That ftirring Hats held worfe than Murder. 
 Thefe, thinking they're oblig'd to Troth 
 In fwearing, will not take an Oath : 
 Like Mules, who, if they've not their Will 
 To keep their own Pace, (land flock ftill. Had, 
 
 QUARTER. 
 
 Againft a yielded Man 'tis mean ignoble Strife. Dr.Virg. 
 Will you , great Sir, that Glory blot 
 In cold Blood, which you gain'd in hot ? 
 To fave, where you have Pow'r to kill, 
 Argues ypur Pow'r above your Will ; 
 And that your Will and Pow'r have lefs, 
 Than both might have, of SelfKhnefs: 
 This Pow'r, which, now alive, with Dread 
 He trembles at, if he were dead, 
 Would no more keep the Slave in Aw, 
 Than if you were a Knight of Straw : 
 For Death would then oe .his Conqu'rour, 
 Not you, and free him from that Terrour, 
 If Danger from his Life accrue, 
 Or Honour from his Death, to you, 
 'Twere Policy and Honour too, 
 To do as you refolv'd to do : 
 But fure 'twould wrong your Valour much, 
 To fay it needs or fears a Crutch. 
 Great Conqu'rours greater Glory gain, 
 By Foes in Triumph led, than flain: 
 The Laurels, that adorn their Brows, 
 Are pull'd from living, not dead Boughs. Hud. 
 Slaughter grows Murther, when it goes too far, 
 And makes a Maflacre, what was a War. Dryd. Ind. Emp a 
 
 Q U E R P O. 
 
 Qyerpo the Sly, 
 
 A flubbom Member of the Faculty : 
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 His Sires pretended pious Steps he treads ; 
 
 And, where the Doctor fails, the Saint fucceeds: 
 
 A Conventicle flefh'd his greener Years ; 
 
 And his full Age th' envenom'd Rancour (hares : 
 
 Thus Boys hatch Game-Eggs under Birds of Prey, 
 
 To make the Fowl more furious for the Fray. Garth. 
 
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 RACE. 
 
 From thence his Way the Trojan Hero bent 
 Into a grafly Plain, with Mountains pent ; 
 Whofe Brows were (haded with furrounding Wood : 
 Full in the Midft of this fair Valley ftood 
 A native Theatre, which, riling flow 
 By juft Degrees, o'erlook'd the Ground below : 
 Here thofe, who in the rapid Race delight, 
 Defire of Honour, and the Prize invite. 
 To their appointed Bafe the Runners went ; 
 With beating Hearts th' expected Sign receive, 
 And, darting all at once, the Station leave : 
 Spread out, as on the Wings of Winds, they flew, 
 And feiz'd the diftant Goalwith eager View : 
 Shot from the Croud, fwift Nifus all out-pafs'd ; 
 Nor ftorms, nor thunder, equal half his Hafte: 
 The next, but tho' the next, yet far disjoined. 
 Came Salius ; then a diftant Space behind, 
 
 Euryalus the third: 
 
 Next Elymus, whom young Diores ply'd 
 Step after Step, and almoft'Side by Side, 
 His Shoulders prefling ; and, in longer Space, 
 Had won, or left at leaft, a doubtful Race : 
 Now, fpent, the Goal they almoft reach'd at laft, 
 When eager Nifus, hapleis in his Hafte, 
 Slipt firft, and, flipping, fell upon the Plain, 
 Moift with the Blood of Oxen lately flain : 
 The carelefs Victor had not mark'd his Way, 
 But, treading where the treach'rous Puddle l#p, 
 His Heels flew up, and on the grafly Floor 
 He fell, befmear'd with Filth and holy Gore : 
 Not mindjefs then, Euryalus, of thee, 
 Nor of the facred Bands of Amity, 
 He ftroye th* immediate Rival to oppofe, 
 And caught the Foor of Salius as he rofe j 
 So Salius lay extended on the Plain. 
 Euryalus fprings out the Prize to gain, 
 
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 And cuts the Croud : applauding Peals attend (Laud. Virg- 
 The Conqu'rour to the Goal, who conqucr'd thro' his Friend* 
 
 RACK. 
 
 Moft cruel Racks and Torments are preparing, (Pref. 
 To force Confeflions from their dying Pangs. Otw. Ven. 
 
 Thou (halt behold him ftretch'd in all the Agonies 
 Of a tormenting and a (hameful Death j 
 His bleeding Bowels, and his broken Limbs, 
 Infulted o'er by a vile butch'ring Villain. Otw. Ven. Pref. 
 
 Bring forth the Rack : 
 
 Fetch hither Cords, and Rnive?, and fulph'rous Flames : 
 He (hall be bound, and gafh'd, his Skin flea'd off, 
 
 And burnt alive. — -■• - - 
 
 He fhall be Hours, Days, Years a Dying. Dryd. OEdip. 
 
 Wire-draw his Limbs, (pin all his Nerves like Hairs, 
 And work his tortur'd Flem as thin as Flame. Lee. Conft. 
 
 I faw him rack'd : a Sight fo difmal fad 
 My Eyes did ne'er behold : It is unutterable : 
 
 Behold the Rack fet forth. 
 
 Philotas, like an Angel feiz'd by Fiends, 
 
 Is ftrait difrob'd ; a Napkin ties his Head : 
 
 His warlike Arms with (hameful Cords are bound, 
 
 And ev'ry Slave can now the Valiant wound. 
 
 Did not your Eyes rain Blood, your Spirits burft, 
 
 To fee your noble Fellow-Soldier burn : 
 
 Yet, without trembling or a Tear, endure 
 
 The Torments of the Damn'd ? O ye Barbarians! 
 
 Could you (land by, and yet refufe to fuffer ? 
 
 You faw him bruis'd, torn, to the Bones made bare, 
 
 His Veins wide-lanc'd, and the poor quiv'iing Flefb 
 
 With Pincers from his manly Bofom ripr, 
 
 *Till y ou difcover'd the great Heart lie panting. 
 
 Why ftood you then like Statues ? There's the Cafe ; 
 
 The Horrour of the Sight had turn'd you marble ; 
 
 So the pale Trojans, from their weeping Walls, 
 
 Saw the dear Body of the Godlike Hector, 
 
 Bloody and foil'd, drag'd on the famous Ground, 
 
 Yet fenfelefs (rood nor with drawn Weapons ran, 
 
 To fave the great Remains of that prodigious Man.Lee.Alex. 
 
 RAGE, 
 
 — — — • I could tell a Story, 
 Would rowze thy Lion-Heart out of its Den, 
 And make it rage with terrifying Fury. Otw. Ven. Pref. 
 
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 His Fury wildly champs upon the Curb, 
 Anon it foams, and, flatting with a Bound, 
 Hurries him headlong, fir from Reafon' Road. Den. Iphig, 
 
 O {hou'd her raging Paflion reach his Ears, 
 His tender Love, by anger fir'd, wou'd turn 
 To burning Rage : as {oft Cydonian Oil, 
 Whofe balmy Juice glides o'er th' untaxing Tongue, 
 Yet, touch'd with Fire, with hotted Flames will blaze. 
 
 (Smith. Phaed. 6c Hip, 
 O did'ftthou mark her, when her Fury lighten'd j 
 She feem*d all Goddefs: nay, her Frowns became her; 
 There was a Beauty in her very Wildnefs. Lee. Theod 
 
 There are a thoufand Furies in his Looks, 
 And in his deadly Silence more loud Honour, 
 Than, when, in Hell, the Tortu'd and Tormentors 
 Contend whofe Shrieks are greater. Beaum. Doub. Marr, 
 
 'Twas Grief no more ; or Grief and Rage were one 
 Within her Soul ; at laft 'twas Rage alone ; 
 Which, burning upwards, in Succeflion dries 
 The Tears that flood confid'i ing in her Eyes. Dryd. Ovid, 
 
 All /Etna's Caves ftrove in his lab'ring Soul, 
 And Stygian Tempefts in his Veins did rowl : 
 His panting Heart threw out a boiling Tide ; ' 
 And circulating Flames their winding Chanels fry'd : 
 Diffracting Fury all the Man poflefs'd; 
 And Agonies ot Rage o'erwhelm'd his Breaft : 
 Taking long Strides, fometimes he flowly ftalk'd j I Ti 
 
 And then, (liftra&ed, rather ran than walk'd: 
 Oft, flopping on a fuddain, wou'd he fland, 
 Striking his Breaft, and flam ping on the Sand I Oh 
 
 Sometimes his Eyes were fix'd upon the Ground j I Aod 
 
 Then, flatting up, he wildly ftai'd around : I Nor 
 
 He bites his Lips j and, with his Hands, he tears, I P 
 
 From his diftemper'd Head, his curling Hairs. I & 
 
 He gnafll'd his angry Teeth : his heaving Breaft, I Stow 
 
 And trembling Joints the Rage within confefs'd.Blac.K.Arth. I And 
 Thus while he raves, from his witde Noftrils flies He 
 
 A firy Steam, and Sparkles from his Eyes. Dryd. Virg. I faliai 
 Rage flafh'd like Lightning from th* Apoftate's Eyes, I Deroi 
 And Envy fwell'd him to the vafteft Size. Blac. P. Arth. I I tail j 
 
 Infernal Flames rage in his poifon'd Blood ; (Arth. I 
 
 And his fwoln Heartboils with th' impetuous Flood. Blac.P. I Paric 
 
 O, man me, 'Reafon, I Go, bit 
 
 Reftrain the Sallies of my ftarting Paflion, I tyfe 
 
 Which elfe will plunge me in the Gulph of Madnefs. I Then, 
 
 The Thunder rages in my Breaft for Vent: 
 Here, here it rouls to make its vi'lent Way j 
 
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 And now it burfts : the flaming Bolts arc hurl'd. South. 
 
 (Loy. Brother 
 The Pain is in my Head, 'tis in my Heart, 
 *Tis ev'ry where ! it rages like a Madnefs, 
 And I mod wonder how my Reafon holds. Otw. Orph. 
 
 Horrour and Hell ! I burn, 
 
 I rage • I rave ! I die ! - 
 
 Eternal Racks my tortur'd Bofom tear, *1 
 
 Vultures with endlefs Pangs are gnawing there, > 
 
 Fury ! Diftraftion ! I am all Defpair! Lanfd. B. Ench. J 
 Wild with my Rage, more wild with my Defire, 
 
 Like meeting Tides but mine are Tides of Fire. Dryd. 
 
 (Tyr. Love. 
 
 O I eou'd (hake the World 
 
 With thund'ring forth my Wrongs ; hollow his Name 
 To the refounding Hills ! Borgia ! Traitour Borgia? 
 Methinks that Word, that Spell, that horrid Sound, 
 That Groan of Air cou'd cleave the neighb'ring Rocks, 
 And fcare the babbling Echos from their Dens. Lee. Caef. R. 
 
 Oh, my Heart brealks ! I'm dying / Oh ft and off! 
 I'll not indulge this Woman's Weaknefs : ftill, 
 Chaf'd and fomented, let my Heart fwell on, 
 'Till with its Injuries itburft, and (hake 
 With the dire Blow this Prifon to the Earth. Otw. Orph. 
 
 Off, let me loofe : why, cruel barbarous Maids, 
 Why am I barr'd from Death, the common Refuge, 
 That fpreads its hofpitable Arms for all ? 
 Why muft I drag th' infufferable Load 
 Of foul DiQionour, and defpairing Love ? 
 Oh Length of Pain ! Am I fo often dying, 
 And yet not dead ? Feel I fo oft Death's Pangs ? 
 Nor once can find its Eafe ?— — Smith. 
 
 Now, Minos, 1 defie thee ; 
 Ev'n all thy dreadful Magazines of Pains, 
 Stones, Furies, Wheels, are flight to what I fufFer ; 
 
 And Hell it felf's Relief. Smith. Phacd. & Hip. 
 
 Here thou haft rowz'd the Lion in my Heart : 
 Italian Spite, Revenge, and blading Fury, 
 Devour my Soul : all Mildnefs fleeps like Death : 
 I boil like Drunkards Veins. — Death.*- Hell and Vengeance. 
 
 (Lee. C. Borg. 
 Patience, the Refuge of poor ftupid Cowards ! 
 Go, bid fome mafly, pond'rous, falling Weight 
 Fly from its Center, and remount the Air: 
 Then, then I will be patient.—-^— Hie. Gen. Conq. 
 
 Bid the Sea liften, when the greedy Merchant, 
 To gorge its rav'nous Jaws, hurls all his Wealth, 
 
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 And Hands himfclf upon the fplitting Deck, 
 For the laifc Plunge : Lee. C. Bor. 
 
 . Leave me to wild Defpair : 
 
 Deluding Flatt'rers of impatient Grief, 
 
 Who think to calm a Temped wkh a Song ; 
 
 Preach Patience to the Sea, when jarring Wind* 
 
 Throw up her fwelling Billows to the Sky : 
 
 And if your Reafons mitigate her Fury, 
 
 My Soul will be as calm. ~ Smith. P.'of Parm. 
 
 If there were Reafons for thefe Mifcries, 
 Then into Limits cou'd I bind my Woes : 
 Whene'er Heav'n weeps, does not the Earth o'erflow ? 
 If the Winds rage, does not the Sea wax mad, 
 Threatening the Welkin with hisbig-fwoln Face} (Andron. 
 And wilt thou have a Reafon for this Coile. Shak. Tit. 
 
 Oh ! difmal ! 'Tis not to be borne ! Ye Moralifts, 
 Ye Talkers ; what are all your Precepts now ? 
 Patience ? Diftradtion S Blaft the Tyrant, blaft him ? 
 Avenging Lightnings, fnatchhim hence, ye Fiends! 
 
 — Nature can bear no more ; 
 
 Ruin is on her, and fhe finks at once, Rowe. Tamer 1. 
 
 . Fury turns 
 
 My Brain ; and my diftemper'd Bofom burns. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 Sink me to Death, plunge me in ftreamingFjre, 
 Heap Mountains on my Head, aqd bury my Difgrace. 
 I to this Earth will grow, — — — 
 Out- rave the winter Sea, out-race the northern Wind j 
 And with my loud Complaints alarm the Gods, 
 
 Till they refent the Wrongs — 
 
 Offlarter'd Virgins; and confound Mankind. Tate. L. Gen. 
 
 O think you fee me on the naked Shore; 
 Think how I fcream ; and tear my fcatter'd Hair ; 
 Break from th' Embraces of my fhrieking Maids j 
 And narrow on the Sand my bleeding Bofom : 
 Then catch with wide-ftretch d Arms the empty Billows, (Hip. 
 And headlong plunge into the gaping Deep. Smith. Ph{ed.& 
 
 Had I been iindg'd with Lightning, I had flood, 
 With all my Wrongs, hufo'd as unwindy Night : 
 But to be feorch'd thus by a Candle Snuff, 
 A Thing that only blazes in expiring, 
 And which muft die in its own Noifomnefs; 
 Makes my Impatience fwcll above all Banks 
 Of common Temper. How. D. of Lerma. 
 
 'Tis all in vain, this Rage, that tears thy Bofom, 
 Like a poor Bird, that nutters in its Cage, 
 Thou beat'ft thy felf to Death. Row. }. Shore. 
 
 A little longer yet be ilrong, my Heart ; 
 A little longer \ct the bufy Spirits Keep 
 
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 Keep on their chearful Round. It will not be : 
 
 Love, Sorrow, and the Sting of vile Reproach, 
 
 Succeeding one another in their Courfe, 
 
 Like Drops of eating Water on the Marble, 
 
 At length have worn my boafted Courage dow» : 
 
 I will indulge the Woman in my Soul, 
 
 And give a loofe to Fears and to Impatience. Rowe.Tamer!. 
 
 Rage of Achilles calm'cl by Pall as, 
 At this th' impatient Hero fowrly fmil'd : 
 His Heart, impetuous, in his Bofom boil'dj 
 And, juftled by two Tides of ecjual Sway, 
 Stood, for a While, fufpended in its Way : 
 Betwixt his Reafon, and his Rage untam'd j 
 One whifper'd foft, and one aloud reclaim'd : 
 That only counfel'd to the fafer Side ; 
 This to the Sword his ready Hand apply'd : 
 But foon the Thirft of Vengeance fir'd his Blood : 
 Half flione his Faulchion, and half fheath'd it ftood : 
 In that nice Moment, Pallas, from above, 
 CommidTion'd by th* Imperial Wife of Jove, 
 
 Defcended fwift. 
 
 Juft as in Adt, he ftood, in Clouds infhrin'd, 
 Her Hand (he faften'd on his Hair behind ; 
 Then backward by his yellow Curls fhe drew: 
 To him, and him alone, confefs'd in View : 
 Tam'd by fuperior Force he turn'd his Eyes, 
 Agbaft at firft, and ftupid with Surprize : 
 But by her fparkling Eyes and ardent Look 
 The Virgin' Warriour, known, he thus befpoke : 
 Com'ft thou, Celeftial, to behold my Wrongs ? 
 Then View the Vengeance, which to Crimes be!ong3. 
 Thus he : the blue-ey'd Goddefs thus rejoin'd : 
 I come to calm thy Turbulence of Mind ; 
 If Reafon will refume her fov'reign Sway. 
 Let ceafe Contention : be thy Words fevere ; 
 Sharp as he merits ; but the Sword forbear : 
 An Hour unhop'd, already wings her Way, 
 When he this dire ArTront (hail dearly pay : 
 Thou then, fecure ofmy unfailing Word , 
 Compofe thy fwelling Soul, and fneath the Swordv 
 The Youth thus anfwer'd mild . Aulpicious Maid, 
 Heav'ns Will be mine, and your Commands obey'd : 
 The Gods are juft ; and when, fubduing Senfe, 
 We ferve their Pow'rs, provide the Recompence. 
 He faid ; with furly Faith, believ'd her Word - y (Horn. 
 
 And, m the Sheath,, rehiftanr, plung'd the Sword. Dryd. 
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 At her Departure, hisDifdain return'd: 
 The Fire (he fann'd, with greater Fury burn'd ; 
 Rumbling within till thus it found a Vent. Dryd. Horn. 
 
 « ■ With boiling Rage Atrides burn'd j 
 
 And Foam betwixt his gnaOiing Grinders churn'd. Dr.Hom. 
 
 Stop not the torrent of his riiing Rage, 
 Give it full Courfe, and it will foon aflwage. T_.ee. Glor. 
 
 Rage has no Bounds in flighted Womankind. ,Dr. Cleom. 
 
 RAIN. 
 
 Now, like a healing Balm, diftilling Rains 
 Cement th' Earth's Wounds, and cure the gaping Plains: 
 With all their fibrous Mouths the Plants and Trees 
 Drink the fweet Juices, arid their Thirft appeafe : 
 The riiing Sap thrufts forth the tender Bud, 
 And crowns with verdant Honours all the Wood. Blac.Job. 
 
 ■ The pearly Rain 
 
 Defcends in Silence to refrefh the Plain. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 ■ The Summer Storms, from fpreading Clouds, 
 That burft at once, pour down impetuous Floods. Dr. Virg. 
 
 And now the louring Spring, with lavifh Rain, 
 Beats down the tender Stem, and bearded Grain. Dr. Virg. 
 
 RAINBOW. 
 
 As the flow'ry Arch, 
 
 With lifted Colours gay, Or, Azure,. Gules, 
 
 Delights and puzzles the Beholder'6 Sight : 
 
 He views the wat'ry Brede, with thoufand Shews 
 
 OfPainture vary'd, yet's unskill'd to tell, 
 
 Or where one Col®ur rifes, or where faints. Phih Cyd. 
 
 Say, why the Sun arrays with various Dies 
 The gawdy Bow, that gilds the gloomy Skies : 
 He from his Urn pours forth his golden Streams, 
 And humid Clouds imbibe the glitt'ring Beams. Broome. 
 
 RAPE. 
 
 I long to clafp that haughty Maid, 
 
 And bend her ftubborn Beauty to my PafTion. 
 How will my Bofom fwell with anxious Joy, 
 When I behold her ftruggling in my Arms, 
 With glowing Beauty and diforde 'd Charm9, 
 While Fear and Anger, with alternate Grace, 
 Pant in her Breaft, and vary in her Face. Add. Cato. 
 
 Thus, 
 
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 Thus, while he fpoke, he feiz'd the wiling Prey, 
 As Paris bore the Spartan Spoufe away : 
 Faintly (he fcream'd, and ev'n her Eyes confefs'd, 
 She rather would be thought, than was, diftrefs'd. Dryd. 
 
 f Bocc. Cym. Sc Iphig. 
 
 He, full of youthful Fire, 
 
 By force accomplifh'd his obfcene Deiire. Dryd. Chauc. 
 
 (Wife of Bath's Tale. 
 Then impoten' of Mind, with alter'd Senfe, 
 She hngg'd th' Offender, and forgave th' Offence : 
 
 Sex to the laft ! Dryd. Bocc. Cym. 6c Iphig. 
 
 And fure few Women will of Force complain. Dryd. 
 
 (Conq. of Gran. p. i. 
 Proceed, be bold, and, fcorning to entreat, 
 Think all her St rugglings feign'd, her dies Deceit : 
 Not creepin g like a Cur, that fawns to pleafe, 
 Nor whine, nor beg: but like a Lion feizc : Lanf. Br.Ench. 
 You court with Words, when you (hould Force imploy,. 
 A Rape is vequiiitc to (hame-fa-c'd Joy : 
 Indulgent to the Wrongs which we receive, 
 Our Sex can fuffer what we dare not give. E- of Mulg.Ovid. 
 
 And Women pardon Force, becaufe they rind 
 The Violence of Love is (till moft kind : 
 Juft like the Plot! of well built Comedies, 
 Which then pleafe moft, when moft they do furprize. 
 But yet Conitraint Love's nobleft Enddeftroys, 
 Whofe hjgheft Joy is in anothei'sjoys. Dryd. Riv. Lad, 
 Why (hould you pluck the green diftaftful Fruit 
 
 From the unwilling Bough, 
 
 When it may ripen of it felf and fall ? Dryd. D. Seb. 
 
 Since Love is Choice, 
 
 You (hould have made a Conqueft of her Mind, 
 And not have forc'd her Perfon by a Rape.. 
 Whether by Force or Stratagem we gain, 
 Still gaining is our End in War or Love. Eh". K. Arth. 
 
 I blufh that I have been fo calm and tame : 
 Conquefts in Love or War are but the fame ; 
 Both reach'd by boldeft Hands : and Fools alone (Vir£r, 
 Thank Fate or you for that which is their own. How.Veft. 
 
 I'll fawn no move, but force her to the BlifV; 
 And glut at once my Vengeance and Defire. 
 — _ _ How it would fire my Soul, 
 To clafp this lovely Fury in my Arms ; 
 Whilft, fcorning to be pleas'd, (he'd cuvfe the Pleafure.: 
 'Till, with a fudden Rapture feiz.'d, (he'd melt away, 
 
 And, fpringing, give a Loofe to luftyjoy. 
 
 l'th* Midft ol Groans and Cries, and gufhing Tears, 
 
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 You fliould have ravifhM her j your royal Hand, 
 
 Lock'd in her Amber Hair, fliould then have forcM her i 
 
 Who knows, but Oppofition mounts the Joy ? 
 
 Like that Athenian Tyrant, who ne'er took 
 
 His Barge for Pleafure, but in higheft Storms : 
 
 Then would he ftand like Neptune on his Deck, 
 
 And laugh to fee the Dolphins back the Billows. Lee.Mith. 
 
 After the dreadful Ecftafie was over, 
 The ravifh'd Maid, half dead with fliriekingPray'rs, 
 Burft, at the laft, from my relenting Arms, 
 Ran to my Sword, of which when ldifarm'd her, 
 She fled the Room with Cries, like one diffracted : 
 Prefs'd with Remorfe, I rcfted on my Couch, 
 And flept : but, oh ! a Dream fo full of Terrour, 
 The pale, the trembling Midnight Ravifher 
 Ne'er faw, when cold Lucretia's mourning Shadow 
 His Curtains drew, and lafh'd him in the Eyes, 
 With her bright Trefles, dabbled in her Blood. Lee.Mkh. 
 
 ■ — Nor did I enjoy 
 
 Expected Pleafure, though tnefe Hands did hold, 
 
 All Night, her panting Beauties to my Breaft : 
 
 But oh! what Joy, what Pleafure, what Content, 
 
 Could my griev'd Heart receive in ravifh'd Kindnefs ? 
 
 Her Lips, which ifZiphares had been there, 
 
 Would fure have (hot their gleamy Warmth at diftance, 
 
 Were cold to me, as Odours are in Froft j 
 
 Her Face, like weeping Marble, damp'd my Flames : 
 
 And, as I drew her trembling to my Arms, 
 
 She fainted (till, and woo'd me with fuch Wailings, 
 
 Such LanguiQiings, and broken Sighs, to leave her j 
 
 That had not more than monftrous Appetite 
 
 Tranfported me, the Rofe had been unblafted. Lee. Mith. 
 
 The Rape deftroys the Pleafure of Fruition. Hig.G.Con. 
 
 What is her Love, her Virtue, or her Truth ? 
 The Ravifher has caught her: fhe mud yield : 
 O how that Image flings ! Now, now he drags her ! 
 His luflful Arm ltrong twifted in her Hair, 
 In his right Hand with his drawn Sword he threatens : 
 See ! (he refifts ; and with her tender Nails 
 She tears his Cheeks, and ftruggles out of Breath j 
 On Heav'n fhe calls ; on her Achilles calls ; 
 Help, help, fhe cries 5 I can refift no longer ; 
 The Ravifher's too ftrong, and Innocence 
 Too weak for Luft. — - Lanfd. Her. Love. 
 
 As Doves from Eagles, or from Wolves the Lambs; *■ 
 So from their lawkfs Lovers fly the Dames : 
 
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 Their Fear was one ; but not one Face of Fear j 
 Some rend the lovely Trefles of their Hair : 
 Some fhriek, and fome are ftruck with dumb Defpair : 
 Her abfent Mother one invokes in vain ; *> 
 
 One ftands ama7,'d, not daring to complain ; ? 
 
 The nimbler truft their Feet, the flow remain. J 
 
 But, nought availing, all are Captives led, 
 Trembling and blufhing, to the genial Bed : 
 She, who too long refilled, or deny'd, "| 
 
 The lufty Lover made by Force his Bride, # > 
 
 And with fuperiour Strength compell'd her to his Side. J 
 Dryd. Ovid. Spoken of the Rape of the Sabines. 
 
 RAVING. 
 
 My Reafon bears no Rule upon my Tongue. (for Love. 
 But lets my Thoughts break all at Random out. Dryd. All 
 
 I rave, I rave, my Spirits boil, 
 Like Flames increased, and mounting high with pouring 
 
 (Oil. Dryd. Alb. & Alban. 
 
 My Breath can ftill the Winds, 
 
 Uncloud the Sun, charm down the fwelling Sea, 
 And flop the Floods of Heav'n, Beau. Philaf. 
 
 Run, fally out, and fet the World on Fire j 
 Alarum Nature ; let loofe all the Winds j 
 Set free thofe Spirits whom ftrong Magick binds j 
 Let the Earth open all her fulph'rous Veins ; 
 The Fiends ftartfrom their Hell, and (hake their Chains; 
 Till all Things from their Harmony decline, 
 And the Confufion be as great as mine. Otw. D. GaTl,* 
 
 Whirl, flop the Sun, arreft his Charioteer 5 
 I'll ride in that away : pull, pull him down : 
 Oh! How I hurl the Wildfire as I run: 
 Now, now I mount ~— ■ Otw. D. Carl. 
 
 Hark \ Hark ! a hollow Voice calls out aloud, 
 Jocafta ! yes, I'll to the royal Bed, 
 Where firft the Myfteries of our Loves were acted, 
 And double- dye it wirh imperial Crimfon : 
 
 Tear off this curling Hair; ■ 
 
 Be gorg'd with Fire, ftab ev'ry vital Part; 
 
 And, when at laft Pm flain, to crown the Horrour, 
 
 My poor tormented Ghoft fhall cleave the Ground, 
 
 To try, if Hell can yet more deeply wound. Lee. OEdip, 
 
 'Tis well ! I thank you, Gods ! 'Tis wond'rous well ! 
 Daggers and Poifon ! O there is no need 
 For my Difpatch : and you, ye mercilefs Pow'rs, 
 Hoard up your Thunder- ftones ; keep, keep your Bolts 
 For Crimes of little Note. Ob 
 
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 Oh barbarous Men, and oh the hated Light ! 
 Why did you force me back to cuvfe the Day j 
 To curfc my Friends ; to blaft with this dark Breath 
 The yet untainted Earth, and circling Air, 
 To raife new Plagues, and call new Vengeance down ? 
 Why did you tempt the Gods, and dare to touch me ? 
 Methinks there's not a Hand, that grafps this Hell, 
 But (hould run up, like Flax, all blazing Fire. 
 
 ,-s > ~. ■ My Wings are on ; 
 
 I'll mount, I'll fly ; and, with a Port divine, 
 Glide all along the gawdy Milky Soil, 
 To find my Laius out ; ask ev'ry God 
 • In his bright Palace, if he knows my Laius, 
 My murder'd Laius ! Shall I not find him out ? 
 Will you not (hew him ? Are my Tears defpis'd ? 
 Why then I'll thunder ; yes, I will be mad, 
 And fright you with my Cries : yes, cruel Gods ! 
 Tho' Vultures, Eagles, Dragons, tear my Heart, 
 I'll fnatch celeftial Flames, hre all vour Dwellings, 
 Melt down your golden Roofs, and make your Doors 
 Of Criftal fly from off their Di'mond Hinges : 
 Drive you all our from your ambrofial Hives, 
 Tofwarm, like Bees, about the Field of Heav'n. 
 What ho"! my OEdipus! fee where he ftands ! 
 His gropingGhoft is lodg'd upon a Tow'r, 
 Nor can it nnd the Road : mount, mount, my Soul/ 
 I'll wrap thy fhiv'ring Spirit in Lambent Flames, 
 
 And fo we'll fail. 
 
 But fee ! we're landed on the happy Coaft j 
 
 And all the golden Strands are cover'd o'er 
 
 With glorious Gods, that come to try our Caufe : 
 
 Jove, Jove, whofe Majefty now finks me down, 
 
 He, who himfelf burns in unlawful Fires, 
 
 Shall judge and (hall acquit us. O, 'tis done; 
 
 Tis fixt by Fate upon Record divine ; (by Jocafta. 
 
 And OEdipus fhall now be ever mine. Lee. OEdip. Spoken 
 
 Sure it is Doomfday Ha! By Hell, it is : 
 
 And fee, the Heav'ns, and Earth, and Air, are all 
 On Fire : the very Seas, like molten Glals, 
 Roul their bright Waves, and from the fmokyDeep 
 Call up the glaring Dead: the Trumpet founds, 
 And the fwift Angtls skim about the Globe 
 
 To fummon all Mankind. Lee. Caef. Bor. 
 
 Strike, itrike your Torches : bid the Stars defcend ! 
 
 We wander in the Dark. ~ 
 
 Hark ! Boreas mnftersup his roaring Crew: 
 
 My Wings : and I'll among them : wreathe my Head 
 
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 With flaming Meteors : load my Arm with Thunder ; 
 Which, as I nimbly cut my cloudy Way, 
 I'll huvl on this ungrateful Earth ; and laugh 
 
 To hear the Morrai? yeiiing. 
 
 Ay ; there's the Hefperian Dragon ; I muft pafs him, 
 Before I reach the golden Bouih ; there, Cerberus, 
 Gorge thy cu s'd Maw wuh that, and ceafe thy Barking : 
 
 'Tis a delicious Morfel! 
 
 Ha! what a merry World is this Elyzaum ? 
 
 See how the youthful Shepherds trip to th' Pipe, 
 
 And fat Silenus waddles in the Round. 
 
 Beware thy Horns: Pan, Cupid, with their Bowftrings 
 
 Have ty'd them fall to th' Tree. ■ 
 
 What's that ? A Summons to me from the Gods ? 
 
 Back, Meicury ; and tell them I'll appear. 
 
 How ! Juno dead! the Thund'rer then is mine ; 
 
 And I'll have more than Juno's Privilege : 
 
 See, how the yEther fmokes ! the Crystalline 
 
 Falls clatt'i ing down ! This giddy Phacthon 
 
 Will fet the world on tire Down with him Jove 
 
 Wilr thou not borfRim ? Then I'll a£t thy Pair ; 
 
 Force trom thy flothful Hand the flaming Dart, 
 
 And thus I ftrike my Thunder thro* his Heart. Tate 
 
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 REASON. 
 
 Vain Man, who boldly, with dim Reafon's Ray, 
 Vies with his God, and rivals his full Day. Broome. 
 
 Reafon's a Portion of ttherial Light. Blac. Job. 
 
 The fupernat'ral Gift that makes a Mite 
 Think he's the Image of the Infinite; 
 This bufy, puzzling Stirrer-up of Doubt, 
 That frames deep Myiteries, then finds them out, 
 Filling with franrick Crouds of thinking Fools, 
 The rev'rend Bedlams, Colleges and Schools; 
 Borne on whofe Wings, each heavy Sot can pierce 
 The Limits of the boundlefs Univerfe : 
 So charming Ointments make an old Witch fly, 
 And bear a crippled Carcafs thro' the Sky. 
 'Tis this exalted Pow'r, whofe Bus'nefs lies 
 In Nonfenfe and Impoffibilities : 
 This made a whimlical Philofopher 
 Before the fpacious World his Tub prefer : 
 And we have many modern Coxcombs, who 
 Retire to think, 'caufe they have nought to do. 
 Our Sphere of Action is Life's Happinefs, 
 And he, that thinks beyond, thinks like an Afs. 
 
 Thus, 
 
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 Thus, whilft againft falfe Reas'ning I inveigh, 
 
 I own right Reafon, which I would obey ; 
 
 That Reafon, which diftinguiflies by Senie, 
 
 And give us Rules of Good and 111 from thence ; 
 
 My Reafon is my Friend, yours is a Cheat : 
 
 Hunger calls out; my Reafon bids me eat j 
 
 Perverfely yours your Appetite does mock ; 
 
 This asks for Food, that anfwers — - What's a-Clock ? Roch. 
 
 Reafon's the Pilot, giv'n to Man, to fleer 
 His tott'ring Bark thro' Life's rough Ocean here. 
 The Afs, whom Nature Reafon has deny'd, 
 Contenc with Inftind for his furer Guide, 
 Still follows that, and wifelier does proceed : 
 Of Reafon void, he fees, and gains his End } 
 While Man, who does to that falfe Light pretend, 
 Wildly groaps on, and in broad Day is blind : 
 By Whimfy led, he does all things by Chance, 
 And ads in each againlr all common Senfe; 
 With ev'ry thing difpleas'd and pleas'd at once, 
 He knows not what he feeks, nor what he fhuns : 
 Unable to diftinguifh Good, or Bad, 
 For nothing he is gay, for nothing fad : 
 At random loves, and loaths, avoids, purfues, 
 Enatts, repeals, makes, alters, does, undoes. 
 Did we, like him, e'er fee the Dog, or Bear 
 Chimeras of their own deviling fear? 
 Frame needlefs Doubts, and for thofe Doubts forego 
 The )oys, which prompting Nature calls them to ? 
 And, with their Pleafures aukwardly at Strife, 
 With fearing Phantoms pall the Sweets of Life ? Oldh. j 
 
 Deluded Man 1 who fondly proud of Reafon, 
 Think'ft that thy craxy Nature's Privilege. 
 Which is thy great Tormentour. Senfelefs Fools, 
 In ftupid Dulnefs blefs'd, are only happy : 
 They feel no threat'ning Evils at a Diftance j 
 Never reflect on their paft Miferies : 
 Their folid Comfort is their Want of Senfe : 
 But Reafon is the Tyrant of the Mind, 
 Awakes our Thoughts to all our Cares and Griefs, 
 Dillra&s our Hopes, and, in a thoufand Shapes, 
 Prefents our Fears to multiply our Woes. Sm. P. of Parma. 
 
 Before kind Reafon did her Light difplay, 
 And Government taught Mortals to obey ; 
 Men, like wild Beafts, did Nature's Laws purfue, 
 They fed on Herbs, and Drink from Rivers drew : 
 Their brutal Force, on Luft and Rapine bent, 
 Committed Murthers without Punifhment ; 
 
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 Reafon at iaft, by her all-conqu'ring Arts, 
 Reduc'd thofe Savages, and tun'd their Hearts j 
 Mankind from Woods, and Bogs, and Caverns, call9, 
 And Towns and Cities fortifies with Walls : 
 Thus Fear of Juftice made proud Rapine ceafe, 
 And (helter'd Innocence by Laws and Peace. Soame. Boil. 
 Blinded with Rage our Reafon's apt to ftray. Lee. Nero, 
 Reafon's a Rebel, when high Paffion's fway. Lee. Soph. 
 
 RECONCILEMENT. 
 
 Behold his Anger melts j he longs to love you ; 
 To call you Friend j then prefs you hard, with all 
 The tender, fpeechlefs Joys of Reconcilement. Rowe.F.Pen. 
 
 Why doft thou turn away ? Why tremble thus ? 
 Why thus indulge thy Fears ; and, in Defpair 
 Abandon thy diltracled Soul to Horrour? 
 Caft ev'ry black and guilty Thought behind thee, 
 And let them never vex thy Quiet more : 
 My Arms, my Heart, are open to receive thee, 
 With tender Joy, with fond forgiving Love, 
 And all the Longings of my firft Defires. Rowe. J. Shore. 
 
 Canft thou forgive me ? Canft thou, my Cleanthes 5 
 Can I deferve thus to grow here once more ? 
 Let me embrace my felf quite into thee. 
 
 Come, come as fiercely as thou wilt : I meet thee ; 
 I clofe within thee, and am thou again. Dryd. Cleom. 
 
 RECOVER T. 
 
 And now hrs Strength 
 
 Aga'm began to animate hrs Body j 
 
 His Senfe return'd, and thro' his chilly Veins 
 
 Circled in brisker Streams the purple Flood. Broome.Hom, 
 
 Triumphant Charms, what may not you fubdue, 
 When Fate's your Slave, and thus- fubmits to you ! 
 It now again the new-broke Thread does knit, 
 And for another Clue her Spindle fit : 
 And Life's hid Spark, which did unquencrT d remain, 
 Caught the fled Light, and brought it back again. 
 Thus you reviy'd, and all our Joys with you 
 Reviv'd, and found cheir Refurre&ion too. 
 Now Crowds of BleMings on that happy Hand, 
 Whofe Skill could eager Dcftiny withitand ; 
 Whofe learned Pow'r has refcu'd from the Grave 
 That Life, which *twas a Miracle to fave j 
 
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 That Life, which, were it thus untimely lod, 
 Had been the faireft Spoil Death e'er could boaft. 
 May he henceforth be God or Healing thought, 
 By whom fuch Good to you and us was brought: 
 Altars and Shrines to him are juitly due ; 
 Who fhew'd himfelf a God by railing yon. Oldh. 
 
 But yet, th* Eciipfe not wholly pa:t, you wade 
 Thro' fome Remains, and Dimnefs of a Shade : 
 Now paft the Danger , let the Learn'd begin 
 Th' Inquiry, where Difeafe could enter in : 
 How thofe malignant Atoms fore'd their Way ; 
 What in the faufrlefs Frame they found to make their Prey > 
 Where ev'ry Element was weigh'd fo well, 
 ThatHeav'n alone, who mix'd the Mafs, could tell 
 Which of the four Ingredirnts could rebel ; 
 And where, imprifon'd in fo fweer a Cage, 
 A Soul might well be pleas'd to pafs an Age. 
 And yet the fine Materials mad? it weak : 
 Porcelain, by being pure, is apt to break. 
 Ev'n to your Breaft the Sicknefs durft afpire j 
 And, fore'd from that fair Temple to retire, 
 Prophanely fet the holy Place on fire. 
 In vain your Lord, like young Vefpafian mourn'd ; 
 When the fierce Flames the Sanctuary burn'd : 
 And I prepar'd to pay inVerfesrude 
 A moit detefted A& of Gratitude : 
 Ev'n this had been your Elegy, which now 
 Is offrr'd for your Health, the Table of my Vow. 
 
 Your Angel fure.our Morley's Mind infpir'd, 
 To find the Remedy your 111 requir'd j 
 As once the Macedon, by Jove's Decree, 
 Was taught to dream an Herb for Ptolomy: 
 Or Heav'n, which had fuch Over-coft beftow'd, 
 As fcarce it could afford to Flefti and Blood, 
 So lik'd the Frame, he would not work anew, 
 To fave the Charges of another You. 
 
 Blefs'd be the Pow'r, which has at once reftor'd 
 The Hopes of loft Succeflion to your Lord ; 
 Joy to the firft and laft of each Degree j 7 
 
 Virtue to Courts ; and, what I long'd to fee, £ 
 
 To you the Graces, and the Mufe to me. Dryd. To the S 
 
 (Dutcheis of Ormond, 
 
 REGICIDE. 
 
 Shed in a curfed Hour, andby a curfed Hand, 
 Blood Royal, unreveng'd, has curs'd the Land : 
 
 4 Dread- 
 
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 Dreadful indeed! Blood, and a King's Blood too ! 
 And fuch a King ! and by his Subjects flied ! 
 
 No Wonder then, 
 
 If Monfters, Wars and Plagues revenge fucb Crimes : 
 
 If Heav'n be juft, its whole Artillery, 
 
 All, muft be empty'd on us: not one Bolt 
 
 Shall err from Thebes j but more be call'd for ; more 
 
 New-moulded Thunder, of a larger Size, 
 
 Driv'n by whole Jove. What, touch anointed Pow'r : 
 
 Then Gods beware : Jove would himfelf be next. 
 
 Could you but reach him too. Dryd. OEdip. 
 
 Fine Work above, that their anointed Care, 
 Should die fuch Death. Dryd. D. Seb. 
 
 ■ How facred ought 
 
 Kings Lives be held ; when but the Death of one 
 Demands an Empire's Blood for Expiation ! Lee. OEdip. 
 
 If I could find Example 
 
 Of Thoufands, that had ftruck anointed Kings, 
 And flourifh'd after, I'd not do't : But fince 
 Nor Brafs, nor Stone, nor Parchment, bears ev'n one, 
 Let Villany it felf forfwear't Shak. Wint. Tale. 
 
 Tublick REJOICING. 
 
 Rowfce up, ye Thebans ; tune your Io-Peans : 
 Your King returns triumphant ; hafte, all hafte, 
 And meet with Bleffings our vi&orious King : 
 Decree Proceflions j bid new Holy-days ; 
 Crown all the Statues of our Gods with Garlands : 
 And as you us'd to fupplicate your Gods, 
 So meet your King with Bays and Olive- Branches ; 
 Bow down, and touch his Knees. — — Dryd. OEdip. 
 
 Summon the Priefts to fpeedy Sacrifice : 
 Crown ev'ry Altar ; heap the fpicy Piles, 
 Till the vaft Fanes be hid in fmoaking Gums: 
 No penfive Look prophane the gen'ral Joy j - 
 Nor orphan'd Matrons be ahow'd to mourn ; 
 Nor Virgins widow'don thek bridal Day. Tate. Loy. Gen. 
 
 Let fpacioos Crete, throughout her hundred Cities, 
 Refound her Phaedra's Joy. Let Altars fmoke, 
 And ncheft Gums, and Spice, and Incenfe roul 
 Their fragrant Wieaths to Heav'n, to pitying Heav'n : 
 Set all at large, and bid the loathfom Dungeons 
 Give up the meagre Slaves, that pine in Dai knefs, 
 
 And wafte in Grief — 
 
 Let them be chear'd, let the ftai v'd Pris'ners riot 
 And glow with gen'rous Wine. Let Sorrow ceafe, 
 
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 Let none be wretched, none, fince Phaedra's happy. Smith, 
 
 CPhxci. 8c Hap. 
 A Love, which knows no Bounds to Anthony, 
 Would mark the Day with Honours, when all Heav'n 
 Labour'd for him ; when each propitious Star 
 Stood wakeful in his Orb, to watch that Hour, 
 And filed his better Influence. Dryd. All tor Love. 
 
 RELIGION. 
 
 Religion's Luftre is by native Innocence 
 Divinely pure, and fimple from all Ars: 
 You daub and drefs her, like a common Miftrefs, 
 The Harlot of your Fanlies ; and, by adding 
 Falfe Beauties, which file wants not} make the World 
 Sufped her Angel's Face k foul beneath, 
 And will not bear all Lights. — — Rowe. Tamerl. 
 
 Tho' Heav'n be clear, the Way to it is dark. Dr.T. Lov. 
 
 By Reafon Man a Godhead may difcern ; (Gran. p. 2. 
 But how he would be worfhipp'd cannot learn. Dr. C. of 
 
 The Will of Heav'n, judg'd by a private Breaft, 
 Is often what's our private Intereft : 
 And therefore thofe, who" would that Will obey, (Love. 
 Without their Int'reft, muft their Duty weigh. Dr. Tyr. 
 
 Force for Converfion is empioy'd in vain $ 
 Whofe Judgment ever was inform'd by Pain ? 
 Torments indeed ftrong Arguments appear ; 
 But 'tis not to our Realbn but our Fear. Blac.K. Arth. 
 
 No Pow'r is fafe ; nor no Religion good, (Bo* 
 
 Whofe Principles of Growth are writ in Blood. Lee. ObI*. 
 
 Jew, Turk and Chriftian differ but in Creed - } 
 In Ways of Wickcdnefs they're all agreed : 
 None upward clears the Road : they part and cavil : (Yen. 
 But all jog on, unerring, to the Devil. Lanfd. Jew of 
 
 REPENTANCE. 
 
 The Hours of Folly and of fond Delight 
 Are wafted all and fled : thofe that remain, (Fair. Pen. 
 
 Are doom'd to weeping, Anguifh and Repentance. Rowe. 
 
 I've inward turn'd my Eyes upon my felf, 
 Where foul Offence and Shame have laid all wafte : 
 Therefore my Soul abhors this wretched Dwelling, 
 And longs to find fome better Place of Reft. Rowe Fai.Pen. 
 
 Kind Heav'n, who knows our weak, imperfect Natures, 
 How blind with Paftions, and how prone to Evil, 
 Makes not coo ftriit Enqui y for Offences : 
 
 But 
 
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 But is atton'd by Penitence and Pray'r : 
 Cheap Recompence! here 'twould not be rcceiv'd : 
 Nothing but Blood can make the Expiation, (Fair ?cn. 
 
 And cleanfe the Soul from inbred, deep Pollution. Rowe. 
 
 Oh, Diflionour! 
 
 Earth, open quick, and take me to the Centre , 
 
 Ye Cedars, fall, and crufh me to conceal me : 
 
 But what Retreat can hide me from my Thoughts ? 
 
 For I have feen my Shame ; and that's to me, (Arm. 
 
 As much as if th'aflembled World beheld it. Den. Bin, & 
 
 The Pray'rs of Penitents are never vain. Dryd. Ovid. 
 
 For when frail Nature Aides into Offence, 
 The Sacrifice for Crimes is Penitence. Dryd. Rel. Laic. 
 
 Sorrow untaught on ev'ry Face appear'd j 
 And only Sighs and fad Laments were heard : 
 They weep aloud, and mourn their impious Falls 
 And with united Pray'rs for Mercy call : 
 The proftrate Penitents for Pardon cry ; 
 And from Heav'n's Juftice to its Pity fly. 
 To Grief and Eowing Tears no Bounds are giv'n j 
 Th' Artillery alone which conquers Keav'n: 
 The mournful Camp's a Scene of pious Woe, 
 Where thro' their Eyes their Hearts difiblving flow : 
 Their loud and fervent Supplications rife, 
 Above the Clouds, and penetrate the Skies : 
 Contending thus with Heav'n, they weep and pray, 
 And ftrive to turn th* impending Storm away ; 
 Which, charg'd with Vengeance, o'er their Camp appear'd : 
 More Plagues they had deXerv'd, and therefore fear'd. Bla. 
 
 (P. Ai th. 
 
 What better can we do, than proftrate fall, 
 Before him reverent, and then confefs 
 Humbly our Faults, and Pardon beg, with Tears 
 Wat'ring the Ground, and with our Sighs the Air 
 Frequenting, fent from Hearts contrite, in Sign 
 Of Sorrow unfeign'd, and Humiliation meek. Milr.Par.Loft. 
 
 In what dark Caverns (hall I hide my Head ? 
 Where feek Retreat, now Innocence is fled : 
 Safe in that Guard, I durft ev'n Hell defie j 
 Without it, tremble now, when Heav'n is nigh. 
 
 Would I were hid, where Light could not appear : 
 Deep into fome thick Covert would I run, 
 Impenetrable to the Stars, or Sun: 
 And fenc'd from Day by Night's eternal Skreen ; 
 Unknown to Heav'ri, and to my felf unfeen. Dr. St. of Inn. 
 
 ■ Where fhall I find a Refuge ? 
 
 No barb'rous Nation will receive a Guilr 
 
 So 
 
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 So much tranfcending theirs ; but drive me ourr 
 The wildeft Beafts will hunt me from their Dens, 
 And Birds of Prey moleft me in the Grave. Lee. Alex* 
 
 1 You (hould have drawn your Swords, 
 
 And barr'd my Rage with their advancing Points ; 
 Made Reafon glitter in my da^led Eyes, 
 "Hll I had feen what Ruin did attend me: 
 This had been noble, this had fhew'd a Friend : 
 But you have let me- ftain my rifmg Virtue, 
 Which elfe had ended brighter than the Sun : 
 Death! Hell! and Furies! You have funk my Glory: 
 O I am all a Blot, which Seas of Tears, 
 And my Heart's Blood, can never wafh away. Lee. Alex* 
 
 • — ■ — O ye Pow'i s that fearch 
 
 The Heart of Man, and weigh his inmoft Thoughts, 
 
 If I have done amifs, impute it not. 
 
 The Beft may err, ^ut you are good ! — Add. Cato. 
 
 - O might I here 
 
 In Solitude live favage, in fome Glade 
 
 Obfcur'd, where higheft Woods, impenetrable 
 
 To Star or Sunlight, fpread their Umbrage broad, 
 
 And brown as Ev'ning. Cover me, ye Pines, 
 
 Ye Cedars, with innumerable Boughs, 
 
 Hide me, wheie I may never more be feen. Milt. Par. Loft. 
 
 Thus Adam to himfelf lamented loud 
 Through the ftiil Night 5 not now, as ere Man fell, 
 Wholefome, and cool, and mild, but with black Air 
 Accompany^!, with Damps and dreadful Gloom, 
 Which to his evil Confcience reprefented 
 All Things with double Terrour : on the Ground 
 Outftretch'd he lay, on the cold Ground ; and oft 
 Curs*d his Creation j Death as oft accus'd 
 Of tardy Execution, fince denoune'd 
 The Day of his Offence, Why comes not Death, 
 Said he, with one thrice acceptable Stroke, 
 To end me ? Shall Truth fail to keep her Word, 
 Juftice divine not haften to be juft ? 
 But Death comes not to all ; Juftice divine 
 Mends not her flowed Pace for PrayVs or Cries. 
 O Woods, O Fountains, Hillocks, Dales, and Bow'rs, 
 With other Echo late I taught your Shades 
 To anfwer, and refound far other Song. Milt. Par. Loft. 
 
 REFUTAT 10 N. 
 
 The talking World may perfecute her Name ; 
 Her Honour bleeds not when they wound her Fame : 
 
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 Honour's the Soul, which nought but Guilt can wound: 
 Fame is theTrumper, which the People found. D'Aven. 
 
 (Siege of Rhodes, 
 No Crime fo bold, hut would be underfrood 
 A real, or at lea ft a feemingGood : 
 Who fears not to do ill, yet fears rhe Name, 
 And, free from Confcience. is a Slave to Fame. Denh. 
 
 R E TIRE MENT. 
 
 All hail, ye Fields, whete conftant Peace attends? 
 All hail, ye facred, folitary Groves ! 
 
 All hail, ye Books, my fue, my real Friends, 
 Whofe Converfation pleafes and improves ! 
 
 Could one, who ftudy'd your fublimer Rules, 
 Become to mad, to fearch for Joys abroad ? 
 
 To run to Towns, to herd with Knaves and Fools, 
 And undiftinguifh'd pafs among the Crowd ? Walfll, 
 
 Happy the Man, who to thefe Shades retires. 
 Whom Nature charms, and whom the Mufe infpires ; 
 Whom humbler Joys of Home-felt Quiet pleafe, 
 Succeffive Study, Exercife and Eafe; 
 He gathers Health from Herbs the Foreft yields ; 
 Andof their fragrant Phyfick fpoils the Fields : 
 With Chymick Art exalts the min'ral Pow'rs, 
 And draws rh'aromatick Souls of Flow'rs : 
 Now marks the Courfe of rouling Orbs on high j 
 O'er figur'd Worlds now travels with his Eye : 
 Of antient Writ unlocks the learned Store, 
 Confults the Dead ; and lives pad Ages o'er : 
 Or, wand'.ing thoughtful in the filent Wood, 
 Attends the Duties of the Wife and Good ; 
 T'obferve a Mean, be to himfelf a Friend ; 
 To follow Nature, and regard his End : 
 Or looks on Heav'n with more than mortal Eyes, 
 Bids his free Soul expatiate in the Skiesj 
 Amidft her Kindred Stars familiar roam, 
 Survey the Region, and confefs her Home. Pope, 
 
 From the loud Camp retir'd, and noify Court, 
 In honourable Eafe, and rural Sport, 
 The Remnant of his Days he foftly paft, 
 Nor found they lag'd too ilow, nor new too faft : 
 He made his Wifh with his Eftate comply, 
 Joyful to live, yet not afraid to die. Prior. 
 
 Oh, who would change thefe foft yet folid Joys, 
 For empty Shows, and fenfclefs Noife, 
 
 And 
 
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 And all which rank Ambition o/eeds, 
 Which feem fuch beauteous Flow'rs, and are iucn poisonous 
 
 Weeds? Cowl. 
 
 Thus his wife Life Abdolonymus fpent : 
 Th' AmbafTadours, which the great Emp'rour fenc 
 To offer him a Crown, with Wonder found 
 The rev'rend Gard'ner howing of his Ground ; 
 Unwillingly, and flow, and difcontent, 
 From his lov'd Cottage to a Throne he went j 
 And oft he ftopt in his triumphant Way, 
 And oft look'd back, and oft was heard to fay, 
 Not without Sighs, alas ! I there forfake 
 A happier Kingdom than I go to take. 
 Thus mighty Aglaus was lab'ring found 
 With his own Hands in his own little Ground. 
 So let me a& on fuch a private Stage, 
 The laft dull Scenes of my declining Age : 
 After long Toils and Voyages in vain, 
 This quiet Port let my tofs'd VefTel gain : 
 Of heav'nly Reft this Earneft to me lend, 
 Let my Life fleep, and learn to love her End. Cowl. 
 
 You, that too wife for Pride, too good for Pow'r, 
 Enjoy the Glory to be great no more, 
 And, carrying with you all the World can boaft, 
 To all the World induftrioufly are loft. Pope. To Sir Wil- 
 liam Trumball. 
 
 Ye facred Nine, that all my Soul poifefs, 
 Whofe Raptures fire me, and whofe Virions blefs, 
 Bear me, oh bear me to fequefter'd Scenes 
 Of bow'ry Mazes, and furrounding Greens. 
 I feem thro' confecrated Walks to rove, 
 And hear foft Mufick die along the Grove : 
 Led by the Sound, I roam from Shade to Shade, 
 By God-like Poets venerable made. Pope. 
 
 ■ — I range the Fields, 
 
 And tafte what uncorrupted Nature yields; 
 
 Riot in Flow*rs, and wanton in the Woods, 
 
 Bask on the mofly Banks, and skim the Floods ; 
 
 In fhort, I live and reign ; and joy to fee 
 
 My felf from thy miftakcn BlefTings free. 
 
 If Happinefs of Life be worth our Care, 
 
 And he, who builds, fhould nicely choofe his Air j 
 
 Tell me a Place, which with the Countrey vies, 
 
 In eafy Bleflings, and in native Joys : 
 
 Where chearfnl Hearths deceive the Cold fo well, 
 
 Or gentle Gales the raging Heats repel: 
 
 3 Or 
 
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 Or wherr, ah ! where but here can Skep maintain, 
 
 That Slave in Courts, her foft Imperial Reign. 
 
 Is Parian Marble, prefs'd beneath thv Feet, 
 
 More beautiful than Flow'rs, or halt fo fweet ? 
 
 Or Water, roaring thro* the burfting Lead, 
 
 So pure, as gliding in its eafy Bed ? 
 
 Who builds in Cities, yet the Fields approves, 
 
 And hedges in with Pillars awkard Groves ; 
 
 Strives for the Countrey View that furtheft runs, 
 
 And tweers aloof at Beauties which he (huns. 
 
 You once muff, leave whatever you admire : 
 
 Ah ! wifely now and willingly retire ; 
 
 Forfake the gawdy Tinfel of the Great, 
 
 The peaceful Cottage beckons a Retreat j 
 
 Where true Content, fo true a Greatnefs brings, 
 
 As flights their Fav'rites, and as pities Kings. Staff. Hor. 
 O would Heav'n blefs me with a fmall Eltate, 
 
 Where I might find a clofe obfcure Retreat 5 
 
 There, free from Noife and all ambitious Ends, 
 
 Enjoy a few choice Books, and fewer Friends : 
 
 Lord of my felf, accomptable to none, 
 
 But to my Conscience, and my God alone : 
 
 There live unthoughtof, and unheard of die, 
 
 And grudge Mankind my very Memory. Oldh. 
 Whom worldly Luxury and Pomp allure, 
 
 They tread on Ice, and nnd no Footing fure. 
 
 Place me, ye Pow'rs, in fome obfcure Retreat ; 
 
 O keep me innocent ; make others great : 
 
 In quiet Shades, content with rural Sports, 
 
 Give me a Life, remote from guilty Courts j 
 
 Where, free from Hopes or Fears, in humble Eafe 
 
 Unheard of I may live, and die in Peace. 
 
 Happy the Man, who, thus retir'd from Sight, 
 
 Studies himfelf, and feeks no other Light : 
 
 But mod unhappy he, who fits on high, 
 
 Expos'd to ev'ry Tongue, and ev'ry Eye : 
 
 Whofe Follies, blaz'd about, to all are known, •> 
 
 And are a Secret to himfelf alone : (Seneca. > 
 
 Worfe is an evil Fame, much worfe than none. Lanfd.J 
 
 Has not old Cuftom made this Life more fweet 
 Than that of painted Pomp ? Are not thefe Woods 
 More fVee from Peril than the anxious Court ? 
 And this our Life, exempt from publick Haunt, 
 • ; inds Tongues in Trees, Books in the running Brocks, 
 Sermons in Stones, and Good in ev'ry Thing. Shak. As you 
 
 (like it, 
 Let me advife thee to retreat betimes 
 To thy patfjnal Seat, the Sabine Field, Where 
 
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 Where the great Cenfor toil'd with his own Hands, 
 
 And all our frugal Anceitors were blefs'd 
 
 In humble Virtues, and a rural Life. 
 
 There hve retii'd, pray for the Peace of Romej 
 
 Content thy felf to be obfcurely good : 
 
 When Vice pevails, and impious Men bear Sway, 
 
 The Poft of Honour is a private Station. Add. Cato. 
 
 RETREAT. 
 
 Some, by a wife Retreat, have more Renown 
 Than other Captains by a Conqueft won. 
 Wifdom is no Defect of martial Heat: 
 When Reafon b-ds, 'tis manly to retreat. Blac. Pr. Arth. 
 
 Proud in his Lofs, and rifing in his Fall, 
 He at the laft retreated, like a Lion, 
 
 Whom a bold Band of Huntfmen having found, } 
 
 And dar'd to rowz.e, he rowls his Eyes around, > 
 
 Lathing his Sides, and tearing up the Ground : J 
 
 With Trouble from th'uniqual Skirmifh goes, 
 Majeftick ftalks along, and turns upon his Foes. Lee. Soph. 
 In all the Trade of War, no Feat 
 Is nobler than a brave Retreat : 
 For thofe that run away, and fly, 
 Take Place at lead of th J Enemy. Hud. 
 
 REVENGE. 
 
 Revenge, thou Solace of a troubled Breast ! Otw. Alcib. 
 
 Revenge: the Attribute of Gods ; they ftamp'd it 
 With their great Image on our Natures. . Ot. Ven. Pref. 
 
 Revenge, the darling Attribute of Heav'n ! 
 But Man, unlike his Maker, bears too long, 
 Still more expos'd, the more he pardons Wrong : 
 Great in Forgiving, and in SufT'ring brave ; 
 To be a Saint, he makes himfelf a Slave. Dryd. Sp. Fry. 
 
 Revenge, which, ev'n when juft, the Wife deride; 
 For on pad Wrongs we fpend our Time and Thought, 
 
 Which fcarce againft the Future can provide. D'Aven. 
 
 Revenge, thro' Grief, too feminine appears. D'Aven. 
 
 Revenge, weak Women's Valour, and in Men 
 The Ruffian's Cowardice, 
 
 Revenge is but a braver Name for Fear. D'Av. Gond. 
 
 Revenge makes Danger dreadlefs feem Cong. 
 
 Revenge is Honour, the fecureft Way. Dryd. Toil. & Cref. 
 
 He's more revengeful than a trodden Snake. Dryd. Ovid. 
 
 Revenge is Heav'n's Prerogative, not ours. Rav.Ital.Husb. 
 
 Love 
 
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 Love and Revenge make all Refinance weak. Hopk. Pyrr. 
 
 Vengeance and War a^e Beads and Women's Pleafures. 
 
 Dryd. Troil. & Cref. 
 
 — — Revenge and Pleafure 
 
 Have Ears more deaf than Adders to the Voice 
 Of true Decition. • Shak. Troil. 8c Crcf. 
 
 Goddefs of dire Revenge, Erinnys, rife, 
 With Pleafure grace thy Lips, with Joy thy Eyes ; 
 Smile like the Queen or' Love, and ftrip the Rocks 
 Of Pearls and Gems, to deck thy jetty Locks : 
 With chearful Tunes difguife thy hollow Throat, 
 And emulate the Lark and Linnet's Note : 
 Let Envy's felt" rejoice, Defpair be gay : 
 For Rage and Murder (hall triumph to Day. 
 
 In fweet Revenge inferior Joys are loft ; 
 And Love lies (hipwreck'd on the ftormy Coaft : 
 Rage rules all other Paffions in my Breaft, (Ench. 
 
 And, fwelling like a Toirent, drowns the reft. Lmfd.Brit* 
 
 O what a Conflict do I feel ! How am I 
 Tofs'd, like a Ship, 'twixt two encounfring Tides! ' 
 Love,_ that was banifh'd hence, would fain return, 
 And force an Enrrance ; but Revenge, 
 Revenge, the Porter of my Soul, is deaf, 
 Deaf as the Adder, and as full of Poifon. 
 Mighty Revenge ! that lingly can'ft o'erthrow 
 All thofe joint Pow'rs, which Nature, Virtue, Honour, 
 Can raife againft thee. — ■ — Denh. Soph. 
 
 My Vengeance, ripen'd in the Womb of Time, 
 Prefles forlBirth, and longs to be difclos'd. Dr. D. of G-rife. 
 
 Will I revenge her? Yes, at fuch a Rare, 
 Thar ev'n the World's laft Age (hall hear and tremble. 
 O I will take the Villain in his Height ; 
 
 Then dafhhim fiom his Mountains heap' d on Mountains, 
 And from -his Affectation of Divinity, 
 Down, down to the Abyfs ; but dafli him fo, 
 Thar he may feel the Blow, and die blafpheming : 
 Humble his Pride, extinguish his mad Rage (Virg. 
 
 And kill the Tyrant firft, and then the Man. Den. Ap. & 
 
 Let not Medea's dreadful Vengeance (land 
 A Pattern more; but draw your own fo fierce, 
 It may for ever beth'Original: 
 Touch not, but dafh with Strokes fo bravely bold, 
 'Till you have form'd a Face of fo much Honour, 
 That gaping Furies may run frighted back : 
 
 [*W.iJ LI That 
 
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 That Fury may devour her felt for Madnefs, 
 
 And fad Medufa's Head be turn'd to Scone. Lee. Alex. 
 
 Yes, Alexander; now thou pay'ft me well: 
 Blood for a Blow is Interett, indeed : 
 Methinks I am grown taller with the Murder: 
 And, {landing {trait on this majeltick Pile, 
 I hit the Clouds, and fee the World below me. Lee. Alex. 
 
 Peace then, full Heart ; move like a Cloud about, 
 And when Time ripens thee to break, O ihed 
 The Stock of all thy Poifon on his Head. Lee. Alex. 
 
 ; Tho' the Earth yawn'd fo wide, 
 
 That all the Labours of the Deep were fcen, 
 And Alexander {food on the other Side, 
 I'd leap the burning Ditch to give him Death, 
 Or fink my felf for ever. Lee. Alex. 
 
 Remember he's a Man : his Flefh as foft, 
 And penetrable as a Girl's: we've feen him wounded j 
 A Stone has ftruck him, yet no Thunderbolt 1 
 A Pebble fell'd this Jupiter along : 
 A Sword has cut him, and a Jav'lin pierc'd him, 
 A Surfeit, nay, a Fit of common Sicknefs, 
 Brings this Immortal to the Gate of Death. Lee« Alex. 
 
 • ■ — Down, ftruggling Natnre, 
 Be ftrangled in me all Remorfe, all Thoughts 
 Of Pity : yet I will be calmly cruel ; 
 Nor {ball he find the Depth of my Revenge. Lee. Mithr. 
 
 Vengeance is in my Heart, Death in my Hand ; fAndr. 
 Blood and Revenge are brooding in my Skull. Shak. Tit. 
 
 That fweet Revenge comes fmiiing to my Thoughts, 
 Adorns my Fall, and cheats my Heart in Dying. Rowe. 
 
 (Fair Pen. 
 
 My Brain runs this and that Way : 'twill not fix 
 
 On Ought but Vengeance. - Dryd. D. of Guife. 
 
 ■ ■■ — : Jealoulie of Love, 
 
 Greater than Fame ! thou eldeft of all Pafiions, 
 Or rather all in one ; I here invoke thee, 
 Where-e'er thou'rt thron'd, in Air, or Earth, or Hell, 
 Wing me to my Revenge, to Blood and Ruin. Dryd. Duke 
 
 (of Guife. 
 
 Oh ! righteous Gods ! of all the Great, how few 
 Are juft to Heav'n, and to their Promife true ! 
 But he, the Pow'r, to whofe all- feeing Eyes 
 The Deeds of Men appear without Difguife. 
 'Tis his alone t'avenge the Wrongs I bear : 
 For ftill th'Opprefs'd are his peculiar Care. Pcpe. Horn . 
 
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 Shall I truft Heav'n 
 
 with my Revenge? then where's my Satisfaction ? 
 
 No, it rauft be my own ; I fcorn a Proxy. Dryd. I>. Seb. 
 
 1 He ftood collected, and prepaid ; 
 
 For Malice and Revenge had put him on his Guard: 
 So, like a Lion, that unheeded lay, •"* 
 
 Diflembling Sleep, and watchful to betray, J» 
 
 With inward Rage he meditates his Prey. A 
 
 Refolv'd his unripe Vengeance to defer, 
 
 He retir'd unfeen, 
 
 To brood in Secret on his gather'd Spleen, 
 
 And methodize Revenge. ■ Dryd. Bocc. Sig. & Guile. 
 
 Revenge, and jealous Rage, and fecret Spight, 
 Roul in his Bread, and rowze him to the Fight. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 Had all his Hairs been Lives, my great Revenge 
 Had Stomach for them all. Shak. Ocheil o. 
 
 'Tis brave and noble when rhe falling Weight 
 Of my own Ruin cutties thofe I hate." Den. Soph. 
 
 I'd have thee be a Man, it polTible, 
 And keep thy Temper ; for a brave Revenge 
 Ne'er comes too late. ■ Otw, Ven. Pref. 
 
 What fervile Rafcal, what molt abject Slave, 
 That lick'd the Dutt where-e'er his Matter t: od, 
 Bounded not from the Earth upon his Feet, 
 And (hook his Chains, that heard of Brutus' Vengeance : 
 Who, that e'er heard the Caufe, applauded nor 
 That Roman Spirit for his great Revenge ? Roch. Valent. 
 
 All Stratagems are lawful in Revenge : 
 Promife, deceive, betray, o •.• breafc your Trulr, (Husk 
 
 Who rights his Honour cannot be tffljtfrr. Ravcnfc. Itak 
 
 Boafts are but Air, and he revenges bed, (Co- neille. 
 
 Who afts his braver Thoughts, yet talks the leaft. Orinda. 
 
 R H T M E. 
 
 I with the meaner Tribe am fain to chime, 
 And, wanting Strength to rife, am fore'd to rhyme. S nith. 
 
 The barb'rous Nations, and m •■•re barb' rous Times, 
 Debas'd the Majelly of Vei fe to Rhymes : 
 Thofe rude at mil ; a kind of hobbling Profe, 
 That limp'd along, and tinckled in the Clofe : 
 But Italy, reviving from the Trance 
 Of Vandal, Goth, and Monkifh Ignorance, 
 With Paufes, Cadence, and well-vowel'd Words, 
 And all the Graces a good Ear affords, 
 Made Rhyme an Art, and Dante's poiifh'd Page 
 Reltor'd a filver, not a golden, Age : 
 
 W*" Then 
 
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 Petrarch followM, and in him we fee, O 
 
 Rhyme, improv'd in all its Height, can be ; *s 
 
 ft. a pleating Sound, and fair Barbarity. Dryd. J 
 
 Then Petrarch followM, and in him we fee, 
 
 What 
 
 Atbeft 
 
 Tyrannick Rhyme, that cramps to equal Chime, 
 The gay, the fott, the florid, and fublime : 
 Some fay, this Chain the doubtful Senfe decides, 
 Confines theFanfy, and the Judgment guides: 
 I'm Cure, in needlefs Bonds it Poets ties, -J 
 
 Procvuftus like, the Wheel or Ax applies, J» 
 
 To lop the mangled Senfe, or ftretch it into Size. J 
 
 At beft, a Crutch, that lifts the weak along, 
 Supports the Feeble, but retards the Strong 5 
 And the chance Thoughts, when govern'd by the Clofe, 
 Oft rife to Fuftian, or defcend to Profe : 
 Your Judgment, Philips, rnl'd with fteady Sway, n 
 
 Yet us'd no curbing Rhyme the Mufe to flay, v, 
 
 To flop her Fury, or direft her Way. J 
 
 Thee on the Wing thy uncheck'd Vigour bore, 
 To wanton freely, or fecurely foar. Smith. 
 
 Of many Faults, Rhyme is, perhaps, the Caufe, 
 Too ftricl to Rhyme, we flight more ufeful Laws ; 
 For that, in Greece or Rome, was never known, 
 'Till by Barbarian Deluges o'erflown : 
 Subdu'd, undone, they did at laft obey, 
 And change their own, for their Invader's, Way: 
 I grant, that, from fome moffy, idol Oak, 
 In double Rhymes our Thor and Woden fpoke ; 
 And, by Succellion of unlearned Times, 
 As Bai ds began, fo Monks rung on, the Chimes : 
 But now that Phoebus and thefacred Nine, 
 With all their Beams, on cur blefs'd Ifland fliine, 
 Why fhould not we their antient Rites reftore, 
 And be what Rome and Athens were before ? 
 O may I live to hail the glorious Day, 
 And ring loud Paeans thro' the crowded Way, 
 When in triumphant State the Britifli Mufe, 
 True to her felf, ftiall barb'rous Aid refufe ; 
 And in the Roman Majefty appear, 
 Which none know better, and none come fo near. Rofc 
 
 Clofing the Senfe within the meafur'd Time, 
 *Iis hard to fit the Reafon to the Rhyme. Soame. Boil. 
 
 RICHES. 
 
 Why dolt thou heap up Wealth, which thou mufr, quit, 
 
 Or, what is wovfc, be left by it ? 
 Why do(t thou load thy felf, when thou'rt to fly ? 
 
 O Man, ordain'd to die. Offi 
 
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 Officious Fool! that needs muft meddling be 
 
 In Bus'nefs that concerns not thee : 
 Ev'n aged Men, as if they truly were 
 Children again, for Age prepare; 
 Provifions for long Travel they delign, 
 
 In the laft Point of their ftiort Line. 
 Wifely the Ant agaioft poor Winter hoards 
 
 The Stock, which Summer's Wealth affords ; 
 In Gvafshoppers, which mull in Autumn die, 
 How vain werefuch an Induftry-? Cowl. 
 He that is rich, is ev'ry Thing that is ; J 
 
 Without one Grain of Wifdom, he is wife, £ 
 
 And, knowing Nought, knows all the Sciences : J 
 
 He's witty, gallant, virtuous, gen'rous, brave; 
 Lov'd by the Great, and courted by the Fair ; 
 For who, that e'er had Riches, found Defpair : 
 Gold to the loathfom'it Object gives a Grace, 
 And fets it off, and makes tv'n Bovey pleafe: 
 But tartev'd Poverty they all defpife ; 
 Love ftands aloof, and from the Scarecrow flies. 0!dh. 
 
 And Riches cannot refene from the Grave, 
 Which claims alike the Monarch aad the Slave. Stepn. Juv. 
 
 Exrol not Riches then, the Toil of Fools ; 
 The wife Man's Cumbrance, if not Snare j more apt 
 To flacken Virtue^ and abate her Edge, 
 Than prompt her to do aught may merit Praife. Milt. P. Reg. 
 
 Wealth draws a Curtain o'er the Face of Shame ; 
 Reftores loft Beauty, and recovers Fame. D'Aven. Law 
 
 againft Lovers, 
 
 RIVAL. 
 
 Of all the Torments, all the Cares, 
 With which our Lives are curft ; 
 Of all the Plagues a Lover bears, 
 
 Suie, Rivals are the worft. 
 By Partners, in each other Kind, 
 
 Afflictions eafier grow; 
 In Love alone we hate to find 
 
 Companions of our Woe. • 
 
 When Fame's the Miftrefs, more than one may prove 
 Happy at once j but Vis notfo in Love. How. Veit. Virg. 
 
 Love cannot, like the Wind, its Help convey (Queen. 
 To fill two Sails, tho' both are fpread one Way. How. Ind. 
 
 Ev'n Love's an Empire too ; the noble Soul, 
 Like Kings, is covetous of tingle Sway. Dryd. K. Arth. 
 Nor Love, nor Empire, can a Rivalbear. Cong. Ovid. 
 L 1 3 Love, 
 
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 Love, well thou know'ft, no Partnerfhlp allows ; 
 Cupid averfe rejedls divided Vows. Prior. 
 The Government is Monarchy in Love. How. Veil. Vjrg. 
 Like Efop's Hounds, contending tor the Bone, 
 Each pleaded Right, and would be Lord alone : 
 The fruitlefs Fight continu'd all the Day ; 
 A Cur came by, and foatch'd the Prize away. 
 As Courtiers therefore juftle for a Grant, 
 And, when they break their Friendfhip, plead their Want : 
 So thou, if Fortune will thy Suit advance, 
 Love on ; nor envy me my equal Chance : 
 For I mull love, and am refolv'd to try ('Pal. & Arc. 
 
 My Fate; or, failing in th'Adventure, die. Dryd. Chauc. 
 
 See their wide-ftreaming Wounds: they neither came 
 From Pride of Empire, nor Deftre of Fame: 
 See how the Madmen bleed : Behold the Gains, 
 With which their Matter, Love, rewards their Pains: 
 Lo their Obedience, and their Monarch's Pay : 
 Yet, as in Duty bound, they ferve him on ; 
 And ask the Fools, they think it wifely done : 
 Nor Eafe, nor Wealth, nor Life it felf regard : (Arc 
 
 For 'tis their Maxim, Love is Love's Reward. Dryd. Pal. 6c 
 
 And fhall the Daughter of Darius hold him ? 
 That puny Girl ! that Ape of my Ambition ! 
 Who cry'd for Milk, when I was nurs'd in Blood ! 
 Shall fhe, made up of wat'ry Element $ 
 A Cloud, fhall (he embrace my proper God, 
 While I am carl, like Light'ning, from his Hand ? 
 No : I miifl fcorn to prey on common Things : 
 Tho' hurl'd to Death by this difdainful Jove, 
 I will rebound to my own Orb of Fire, 
 And with the Rack of all the Heav'ns expire. Lee. Alex. 
 
 (Spoken by Roxana. 
 
 My Fanfy is too exquifite, 
 
 And tortures me with their imagin'd Blifs : 
 
 Some Earthquake fhould have rifen.and rent the Ground, 
 
 Have fwallow'd him, and left the longing Bride 
 
 in Agony of unaccomp'.ifh'd Love. Dryd. Don Seb. 
 
 What! Shall Semanthe triumph in my Spoils ? 
 Shall fhe enjoy him all, while I ila -d wiQring, 
 And, like a Spirit damn'd, am robb'd of Hope ? 
 
 Hell ! it mads my Reafon but to think on'r : 
 
 1 fhall become rheir Maygame : * 
 
 At their loofe Intervals of calmer Love, 
 She'll hang upon his Lips, and beg him tell 
 The Story of my Paifton s'er again : 
 
 Which 
 
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 Which he relates; and, with a fcovnful Smile, (Bro 
 
 Adds to my Shame, to make the Girl more vain, South. Loy 
 
 RIVER. 
 
 See, how the Streams, advancing to the Main 
 Thro' crooked Chattels, draw their criftal Train : 
 While, ling'ring thus, they in Meanders glide, 
 They (batter verdant Life on either Side : 
 The Valleys fmile, and, with their flow'ry Face, 
 And wealthy Births, confefs the Floods Embrace. Bl, Crcat, 
 
 — The Seas and Rivers wafteanddie, 
 
 And itill increafe by conftant new Supply : 
 
 ■ ;- This Streams themfelves do mow; 
 
 And in fofr Murmurs bubble as they flow. 
 But left the Mafs of Water prove too great, 
 The Sun drinks fome to quench his naVral Heat : 
 And fome the Winds brum off; with wantoil Play, 
 They dip their Wings, and bear fome Parts away : 
 Some pafles thro' the Earth, diffus'd all o'er, 
 And leaves its Salt behind in ev'ry Pore ; 
 For all returns, thro' narrow Chanels fpread, 
 And joins where-e'er the Fountain fhews her Head : 
 And thence fweet Streams in fair Meanders play, 
 And thro* the Valleys cut their liquid Way ; 
 And Herbs, and Flow'rs, on ev'ry Side, beftow : 
 The Fields all fmile with Flow'rs where-e'er they flow. 
 
 Creech. Lucn 
 
 As, when a River is compell'd to dray, 
 Oppos'd by fome new Mound, that dams its Way : 
 Th' obftrucled Tide, fwoln with irs Fury, ftands, 
 And to its Aid calls all its wat'ry Bands: 
 Recruited thus, the River leans and heaves, 
 And fhoves againft the Bank with all its Waves j 
 Which having broken, with rcfiftlefs Force, 
 It roars along, and runs with fwifter Courfe. Blac. K.. ArthJ- 
 
 So have I Ccen a River gentlv glide, 
 In a fmooth Courfe, and inoffeniive Tide; 
 But, if with Dams its Current we reftrain, (Ovid. 
 
 It bears down all before, and foams along the Plain. Add, 
 
 Unruffled in its Courfe a Flood I fpy'd, 
 So calm, fo fmooth, it fcarcely feem'a to glide; 
 So deep, and yet fo clear, that ev'ry Stone 
 With borrow'd Luftre from the Bottom (hone : 
 The pendant Banks, with hoary Willows crown'd, 
 DjfTus'da fweet refrefhing Shade around, ■ 
 
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 A River here he viewM, fo lovely bright, T 
 
 It fhcw'd the Bottom in a Fairer Light, _ ? 
 
 Nor kept a Sand conceal'd from human Sight: «J 
 
 The Stream produc'd nor flimy Ooze, nor Weeds, 
 Nor miry Ruihes, nor the fpiky Reeds : 
 But dealt enriching Moiiture all around, 1 
 
 The fruitful Bank with chcarful Verdure crown'd, > 
 
 And kept the Spring eternal on the Ground. Add. Ovid, j 
 
 With fev'n fold Horns myfterious Nile 
 Surrounds the Skirts of Egypt's fruitful Iile ; 
 And there in Pomp the Sun-burnt People ride, 
 On painted 3arges, o'er the teeming Tide ; 
 Which, pouring down from Ethiopian Lands, 
 Makes green the Soil with Slime, and black prolifick Sands. 
 
 Dryd. Virg. 
 
 — The rouling Nile 
 
 Drive' fwiftly down the fwarthy Indians Soil, 
 
 'Till into fev'n it mulripliesits Stream, 
 
 And fattens Egyp with a fruitful Slime. Add. Ovid. 
 
 So when the Nile its fruitful Deluge fpaeads, 
 And genial Htat informs its flimy Beds; 
 Here yellow Harvefrs crown the fertile Plain ; 
 There monftrous Serpents fright the lab'ring Swain : 
 A various Product fills the fatten'd Sand, (& Hip. 
 
 And the fame Floods en. •. h *nd cm fe the Land. Smith. Phaed. 
 
 Him great in Peace and Wealth fair Orna knows j 
 For (he amidft his fpacious Meadows flows 3 
 Inclines her Urn upon his fatten'd L-.nds, 
 And Ctts his num'rous Herds imprint her Sands. Prior. 
 
 Smooth and untroubled the Ticinus nWs, 
 And thro' the criftal Stream the fhining Bottom {hows : 
 Scarce can the Sight difcover if it moves ; 
 So wond'rous flow, amidft the (hady Groves, 
 And tuneful Birds, that warble on its Sides, (Ital. 
 
 Within its gloomy Banks the limpid Liquor glides. Add. Sil. 
 
 Behold Timavus, that, with equal Force, (Claud. 
 
 From nine wide Mouths comes gufoing to hisCourfe. Add. 
 
 Here wanton Mincius winds along the Meads, 
 And fhades his happy Banks with bending Reeds. Dr. Virg. 
 
 See the flow Mincius thro' the Valleys ftrays j 
 His cooling Streams invite the Flocks to drink ; 
 And Reeds defend the winding Water's Brink. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 Mincius, with Wreaths of Reeds his Forehead cover'd o'er. 
 
 (Dryd. Virg. 
 
 The Danube gathers in his tedious Courfe 
 Ten thoufand Streams ; and, fwelling as he flows. 
 In Scythian Seas the Glut of Rivers throws. Add. Luc. 
 
 Fir'd 
 
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 FirM with a Thoufand Raptures I furvey 
 Eridanus thro* flow'ry Meadows ftray. 
 The King of Floods ! that, rouling o'er the Plains, 
 The tow'ring Alps of half their Moifture drains, 
 Aud, proudly fwoln with a whole Wintei's Snows, 
 Difti ibutes Wealth and Plenty where he flows. Add. 
 
 Beneath a Laurel Shade, where mighty Po 
 Mounts up to Woods above, and hides his Head below. 
 
 Dryd. Virg. 
 Then, thro* the Shadows of the Poplar Wood, 
 Arofe the Father of the Roman Flood : 
 
 An Azure Robe was o'er his Body fpread : 
 
 A Wreath of fhady Reeds adorn'd his Head : 
 
 Thus, manifeft ro Sight, the God appcar'd. Dryd. Virg, 
 The God am I. whofe yellow Water flows 
 
 Around thefe Fields, and fattens as it goes : 
 
 Tyber my Name : among the rouling Floods, (Vire. 
 
 Renown'd on Earth, efteem'd among the Gods. Dryd. 
 O Father Tyber, 
 
 Whatever Fount, whatever holy Deep, 
 
 Conceals thy wat'ry Stores 5 where-e'er they rife, 
 
 And, bubbling from below, falute the Skies : 
 
 Thou King of horned Floods, whofe plenteous Urn 
 
 Suffices Fatnefs to the fruitful Corn. Dryd. Virg. 
 The Po, that, ruftiing with uncommon Force, 
 
 O'erfets whole Woods in its tumultuous Courfc j 
 
 And, riling from Hefperia's wat'ry Plains, 
 
 Th' exhaufted Land of all its Moifture drains ; 
 
 The Po, as fings the Fable, firft convey'd 
 
 Its wond'ring Current thro' a Poplar Shade: 
 
 For when young Phaeton miftook his Way, 
 
 Loft and confounded in the Blaze of Day, 
 
 This River, with furviving Streams fupply'd, 
 
 When all the reft of the whole Earth were dry'd, 
 
 And Nature's felf lay ready to expire, (Luc. 
 
 Quench'd the dire Flame, that fet the World on Fire. Add. 
 His Head above the Floods he gently rear'd, 
 
 And, as he rofe, his golden Horns appeared 5 
 
 That on his Forehead (hone divinely bright, 
 
 And o'er the Banks diffus'd a yellow Light : 
 
 No interwoven Reeds a Garland made, 
 
 To hide his Brows within the vulgar Shade, 
 
 But Poplar Wreaths around his Temples fpread, 
 
 And Tears of Amber trickled down his Head : 
 
 A fpacious Veil from his broad Shoulders flew, 
 
 That fet th'unhappy Phaeton to View : 
 
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 The flaming Chariot, and the Steeds it (how'd, 
 
 And the whole Fable in the Mantle glow'd : 
 
 Beneath his Arm an Urn fupported lies, 
 
 "With Stars embellifh'd, and tidtitious Skies : 
 
 For Titan, by the mighty Lofs difmay'd, - 
 
 Among the Heav'ns, th'immortal Facl difplay'd ; 
 
 Left the Remembrance of his Grief ftiould fail 3 
 
 And in the Conftellation wrote the Tale: 
 
 A Swan, in Memory of Cycnus, fhines, 
 
 The mourning Sifters weep in vvat'ry Signs j 
 
 The burning Chariot and the Charioteer, 
 
 In bright Bootes and his Wane appear, > 
 
 Whilfr. in a Track of Light the Waters run, 
 
 That wafh'd the Body of his blafted Son. Add. Cfaud. 
 
 ■ Behold the Thames, 
 
 With gentle Courfe devolving fruitful Streams : 
 
 Serene, yet ftrong \ majeftick, yet fedate ; 
 
 ■Swift, without Vi'lence ; without Terrour, great: 
 
 Each ardent Nymph the rifing Current craves 5 
 
 Each Shepherd's Pray'r retards the parting Waves :' 
 
 The Vales along the Banks their Sweets d^fclofe; 
 
 Frefh Flow'rs for ever rife, and frufrful Harveft grows. Prior. 
 
 See ! Thames, the Ocean's Darling, England's Pride ! 
 Thames, the Support and (51ory of our Ifle, 
 Richer than Tagus, or Egyptian Nile. 
 Tho' no rich Sand in him, no Pearls are found, 
 Yet Fields rejoice, his Meadows laugh around ; 
 Lefs Wealth his Bofom hold?, lefs guilty Stores ; 
 For he exhaufts himfelf, t'enrich the Shores : 
 Mild, and ferene, the peaceful Current flows j 
 No angry Foam, no raging Surges knows : 
 No dreadful Wreck upon his Banks appears, 
 His cviftal Stream unftain'd by Widows Tears, 
 His Chanel ftrong and eafy, deep and clear. 
 No a.bitrary Inundations fweep *) 
 
 The Ploughman's Hopes and Life into the Deep : > 
 
 The even Waters the old Limits keep. Ji 
 
 flut oh ! he ebbs ; the fouling Waves decay, 
 (F.r ever, lovely Stream, for ever ftay ) 
 To the black Sea their filent Courfe 'hey bend, 
 Where the bell Streams, the longeft Rivers end : 
 His fpotlefs Waves there undiftinguifh'd pafs; 
 None fee how clear, how bounteous, fweet, he was : 
 No Difference now, tho' late fo much, is feen 
 'Twixt him, fierce Rhine, and the impetuous Seine. Hal. 
 
 Thou too, great Father of the Britifh Floods ! 
 With joyful Pride fuivey'ft our lofty Woods ; 
 
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 Where row'ring Oaks their fpreading Honours rear, 
 And future Navies on thy Banks appear : 
 Not Neptune's felf from all his Floods receives 
 A wealthier Tribute, than to thine he gives: 
 No Seas fo rich, fo full no Streams appear, 
 No Lake fo gentle, and no Spring fo clear: 
 Not fabled Po more fwells the Poers Lays, 
 While thro' the Skies his (Timing Current ftrays, 
 Than thine, which viiits Windfor's fam'd Abodes, 
 To grace the Manfion of our earthly Gods : 
 Nor all his Stars a brighter Luftre fhow, 
 Than the fair Nymphs, that gild thy Shore below, 
 
 From his oo7iy Bed 
 
 Old Father Thames advane'd his rev'rend Head : 
 
 His Trefles dropp'd with Dews; and, o'er the Stream-.,, 
 
 His fhining Horns diffus'd a golden Gleam: 
 
 Grav'd on his Urn appear'd the Moon, that guides 
 
 His fwelling Waters, and alternate Tides ; 
 
 The figuv'd Streams in Waves of Silver roul'd. 
 
 And on their Banks Auguila rofe in GoJd : 
 
 Around his Throne the Sea-born Brothers ftood r 
 
 That fwell with tributary Urns his Flood :. 
 
 Firft, the fam'd Authors of his antientName, 
 
 The winding Ifis, and the fruitful Tame : 
 
 The Kennet fwift, for filver Eels renown'd ; 
 
 The Loddoo flow, with verdant Alders crown'd : 
 
 Cole, whofe clear Streams his flow'ry Iflands -lave., 
 
 And chalky Wey, that rouls a milky WaYe$ 
 
 The blue, tranfparent Vandalis appears; 
 
 The gniphy Lee his fedgy Trefles rears ; 
 
 And fnllen Moie, that hicks his diving Flood; 
 
 And filer t Davent, ftain'd with Danith Blood. 
 
 High in the Mid ft-, upon his Urn reclin'd, 
 His Sea-green Mantle waving in the Wind, 
 The God appear'd, and fhow'd his azure Eyes. 
 
 Tho' Tyber's Streams immortal Rome behold f 
 Tho' foaming Hermus fwells with Tides of Goldj 
 From Heav'n it felf, tho' fev'nfold Nilus flows, 
 And Harvefts on a hundred Realms bellows, 
 Thefe now no more (hall be the Mufes Themes;. 
 Loft in my Fame, as in the Sea their Screams. 
 
 Behold ! th'afcending Villas on my Side 
 Project long Shadows o er the cr'ural Tide. 
 
 Thy Trees, fair Windfor, now (hall leave tbeir Woods, 
 And half thy Forefts rufh into my Floods; 
 Bear Britain's Thunder, and her Crofs difplay 
 To tjie bright Regions of the riling Bay ! 
 
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 Tempt icy Seas, where fcarce the Waters roul, 
 
 Where clearer Flames glow round the frozen Pole : 
 
 Or under Southern Skies exalt their Sails, 
 
 Led by new Stars, and boi ne by fpicy Gales. 
 
 For me the Balm (hall bleed, and Amber flow, 
 
 The Coral redden, and the Ruby glow $ 
 
 The pearly Shell its lucid Globe infold, 
 
 And Phoebus warm the rip'ning Ore to Gold. 
 
 The Time {hall come, when, free as Seas or Wind, 
 
 Unbounded Thames (hall flow for all Mankind : 
 
 Whole Nations enter with each fwellingTide, 
 
 And Oceans join whom they did firft divide : 
 
 Earth's diftant Ends our Glory (hall behold, 
 
 And the new World launch forth to feek the old. Pope, 
 
 ROCK. 
 
 See that fteep Rock, whofe rugged Brows are bent 
 Upon the fwelling Main. Beaum. Doub. Mar. 
 
 Behold a Rock which founding Billows braves, 
 And ftands, unmov'd, the Fury of the Waves : 
 In vain againft its foaming Side they roar, 
 And beat the Sea- Weeds from its rocky Shore. Laud. Virg. 
 
 Thus a high Rock, which the^vaft Ocean laves,, 
 Expos'd to ftormy Winds and raging Waves, 
 On its fix'd Bafe, unfliaken ftill defies, 
 Th' united Fury of the Seas and Skies. Blac. Pr., Arth. 
 
 ROCKET. 
 
 Rockers fl 
 
 Then 
 
 :kets fly up with their red fweeping Train ; 
 
 fall in itarry Show'fs, and glitt'ring Rain. BLPr. Arth* 
 
 R O MA N C E. 
 
 There was an antient fage Philofopher, 
 That had read Alexander Rofs over, 
 And fwore, the World, as he could prove, 
 Was made of Fighting, and of Love. 
 Juft fo Romances are j for what elfe 
 Is in them all, but Love and Battels ? Hud; 
 
 ROMULUS. 
 
 See Romulus the Great, born to reftore 
 The Crown, that once his injui 'd Grandfire wore : 
 This Prince, a Prieftefs of our Blood fhall bear j 
 A^4, Like his Sire, in Arms he fhall appear : 
 
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 Two rifmg Crefts his Royal Head adorn ; 
 Born from a God ; himfelf to Godhead bornr 
 His Sire already figns him for the Skies, 
 And marks his Seat amidft the Deities. 
 Aufpicious Chief! Thy Race in Times to come 
 Shall fpread the Conquers of Imperial Rome : 
 Rome, whofe afcending Tow'rs lhall Heav'n invade j 
 Involving Earth and Ocean in her Shade. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 ROSCOMMON. 
 
 Such was Rofcommon j not more learn'd than good j 
 With Manners gen'rous as his noble Blood : 
 To him the Wit of Greece and Rome was known 5 
 And ev'ry Author's Merit, but his own. Pope. 
 
 ROSE. 
 
 See, Sylvia fee, this new-blown Ro(e, 
 
 The Image of thy Blufh : 
 Mark, how it fmiles upon the Bufli, 
 
 And triumphs as it grows : 
 O pluck it not : we'll come anon ; 
 Thou fay'it. Alas ! 'twill thea be gone, 
 Now its purple Beauty's fpread, 
 
 Soon it will droop and fall, 
 And foon it will not be at all : 
 No fine Things draw a Length of Thread : 
 Then tell me, feems it not to fay, 
 
 Come and crop me while you may ?— — • 
 Thus in the Field the bluflhing Rofe 
 Does its chafte Bofom to the Morn difclofe j 
 Whilft all around the Zephyrs bear 
 
 The fragrant Odours thro' the Air. — 
 
 They Rofes feem, which in their early Pride, 
 But half reveal, and half their Beauties hide. Wall. 
 Some did the Way with full-blown Rofes fpread j 
 Their Smell divine, and Colour ftrangely red : 
 Not Cuch as our dull Gardens proudly wear, 
 Whom Weathers taint, and Winds rude KifTes tear : 
 Such, I believe, was the firft Rofe's Hue, 
 Which, at God's Word, in beauteous Eden grew : 
 Queen of the Flow'rs, which made that Orchard gay : 
 The Morning Blufhes of the Springs new Day. CowL David. 
 
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 The Crew with merry Shouts their Anchors weigh, 
 Then ply their Oars, and brufh the buxom Seo. Dryd.Bocc. 
 
 fCym. & Iphig. 
 
 — They rufh into the Main ; 
 
 With headlong Hafte they leave the Defart Shores, 
 
 And brufh the liquid Seas with lab'iing Oars. Dr. Virg. 
 
 The Seamen ply "1 
 
 The nimble Oars, and with each other vie : > 
 
 The Gallies thro' the yielding; Billow? fly. Laud. Virg. S 
 
 — The hi fly Crew, n 
 
 Rais'd on their Banks, their Oars in Order drew J» 
 
 To their broad Breads: the Ship with Fury flew. Dr. Ov. J 
 
 A fudden Silence fate upon the Sea, 
 And (weeping Oars with ftruggiingurge their Way. Dr.Vir. 
 
 With lab'ring Oars they bear along the Strand. Dr. Virg. 
 They tug at ev'ry Oar, and ev'ry Stretcher bends. Dr.Vivg. 
 
 ■ A hundred fweep, 
 
 With ftretching Oars, at once the glaffy Deep, Dr. Virg. 
 
 To ftem the Tide thus eager Rowers drive ; "> 
 
 But, if they flack their Hands, there's no Retrieve, S 
 
 But' down the Stream with Violence they drive. Laud.Vir- j 
 
 . Two Galleys, from his Stores, 
 
 With Carehechufes, mans, and fits with Oars: 
 
 Propitious Tyber fmooth'd his wat'ry Way : 
 
 He roul'd his River back ; and pois'd he ftood y 
 
 A gentle fwelling, and a peaceful Flood : 
 
 The Trojans mount their Ships : they pit from Shore, 
 
 Borne on the Waves, and fcarcely dip an Oar : 
 
 Shouts from the Land give Omen to their Courfe j. 
 
 And the pitch'd VefTels glide with eafy Force : 
 
 The Woods and Waters wonder at the Gleam 
 
 Of Shields, and painted Ships, that ftem the Stream. 
 
 One Summer's Nighr, and one whole Day they pafs, 
 
 Betwixt the Green-wood Shades ; and cut the liquid 
 
 (Glafs. Dryd.Virg, 
 
 Rowing ft Race. 
 Firft, four tall Galleys in the Lifts appear, 
 Drawn from the Fleet, and equal Rowers bear ; 
 The fpeedy Dolphin, that outftrips the Wi^d, 
 Bore Mneftheus, Author of the Memmian Kind : 
 Gyas, the vaft Chimaera's Bulk commands j 
 Which riling like a- tow 'ring City ft ands : 
 
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 — — Three Trojans tug each Oar; 
 
 With luity Strokes the foaming Billows roar. 
 
 Sergeithus, who began the Sergian Race, 
 
 In the great Centaur took the leading Place : 
 
 Cloanthus on the Sea-j*reen Scylla ftood, 
 
 From whom Cluentius draws his Trofart Blood. 
 
 Againft the foaming Shore a Rock there lies, _ n 
 
 Cowiing in broken Waves ; o'er which they rife S 
 
 When Winter Storms obfcure the dusky Skies. 3 
 
 But, when in Calms the Tides more I'm oothly run, 
 
 By basking Fowls fought to enjoy the Sun. 
 
 On this a Mark, a green and new-fell'd Oak, 
 
 The Hero fix'd to guide the Rower's Stroke : 
 
 To bear with this, with fteady Helms they ftand, 
 
 Then, rowing round, fweat to the former Land : 
 
 The Lots decide their Place. 
 
 Upon the Deck each graceful Captain ftands, 
 
 In Gold-re flefting Robes, and dy'cl by Tyrian Hands. 
 
 The Youths their Heads with poplar'Wreaths entwine: y 
 
 Their naked Arms, with Oil anointed, fhine : C 
 
 And on their Seats attentive wait the Sign. i 
 
 The Fear of lofmg, Hopes of gaining Praife, 
 
 At once their Courages abate and raife; 
 
 The Signal giv'nby the fhrill Trumpet's Sound, 
 
 They ftart, and rchoing Skies with Shouts refound,. 
 
 Their equal Strokes the foaming Surges fweep, 
 
 Their brazen Prows plough up the briny Deep. 
 
 Not firy Courfers, harnefsM for a Race, 
 
 Part from the Lifts with half fo fwift a Pace; 
 
 When loofen'd Reins the eager Drivers yield, 
 
 La{hins and fcouring o'er the dufty Field. 
 
 Themix'd Beholders earned Thoughts divide; 
 
 Who fhout and murmur as they like the Side: 
 
 Thus while the crowded Land with Clamours rung, 
 
 The mighty Gyas from the others fprnng : 
 
 Cloanthu«, better mann'd, purfu'd him fa ft, 
 
 Whofe heavy Galley lag r d, and check'd his Hafte : 
 
 The Dolphin, and the Centaur, on a Line, 
 
 Come after, and with equal Vigour join: 
 
 And now the Way the Centaur's Rowers lead, 
 
 And now the nimble Dolphin is a -head : 
 
 Now Board to Board with equal Ardour vie 
 
 To gain the Prize, and o'er the Billows fly: 
 
 They all approach the Mark : Chimsera bore 
 
 The conqu'ring Gyas merrily before, 
 
 Who to his Pilot call'd : Ho, port, port, ftand 
 
 To Shore, and let your Oars ev'n skim the Sand ; 
 
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 Let others bear to Sea. Mencetes fear'el 
 
 The hidden Rocks, and out to Sea he fteer'd 
 
 Hard helm a- weather, Gyas call'd again, 
 
 Make to the Rock: thus turn'd him from the Main: 
 
 And then Cloanthus at his Stern he faw, 
 
 Fetching him up, and near the Shelvings draw ; 
 
 Who clofe between the Mark and Centaur flood, 
 
 Soon pafs'd them both, and fafely fcowr'd the Flood : 
 
 Tben GyaS curs'd ; nor weigh'd he what became 
 
 A Chief; not all their Lives with his affronted Fame; 
 
 Nor cooler Thoughts his boiling Veins afford ; 
 
 But hurls the cautious Dotard over-board, 
 
 And feiz'd the Helm : no Pilot now they knew 
 
 But him; he fleers to rights to land, and chears his Crew 
 
 Hardly above the Waves at iafl appears 
 
 Menaetes, flruggling with his Cloaths and Years ; 
 
 Who gains the Rock, and, while he fits to dry, 
 
 The mocking Rout deride his Mifery ; 
 
 Hardly his Head the plunging Pilot rears, 
 
 Clog'd with his Cloaths, and cumber'd with his Years : 
 
 Now, dropping wet, he climbs the Cliff with Pain, 
 
 The Crowd, that faw him fall, and float again, 
 
 Shout from the diftant Shore, and loudly laughM, 
 
 To fee his heaving Breafl difgorge the briny Draught. 
 
 Now Hopes and Courage rais'd Sergeflus'Mind 
 
 And Mneftheus', when Chimaera lag'd behind : 
 
 To gain the RockSergeftus ftrains before ; 
 
 Yet Mneftheus' Prow along his Mid-fhip bore ; 
 
 Then on the Deck, amidft his Mates appear'd, 
 And thus their drooping Courages he chear'd ; 
 My Friends, and Hector's Followers heretofore, 
 Exert your Vigour, tug the lab'ring Oarj 
 Stretch to your Strokes, my (lill unconquer'd Crew, 
 Whom from the flaming Walls of Troy I drew : 
 In this, our common Int'reft, let me find 
 That Strength of Hand, that Courage of the Mind, 
 As when you ftemm'd that ftrong Malaean Flood, 
 And o'er the Syrtes' broken Billows row'd : 
 I feek not now the foremoft Palm to gain ; 
 
 Tho' yet But, ah ! that haughty Wifh rs vain : 
 
 Let thofe enjoy it, whom the Gods ordain : 
 But to be laft, the Lags of all the Race ! 
 Redeem your felves and me from that Difgrace. 
 Now one and all they tug : the brazen Prow *\ 
 
 Quivers, and ducks again with fuch a Row : V 
 
 The finewy Trojans iweat, and pant, and blow. S 
 
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 Chance gave his Wi(h : Sergeftus, bent to win, 
 Ra(hly with Rocks and Shelves locking his Centaur 
 Strives ro haul out, but could not clear a Rock ■> 
 His Galley (truck, and, bulging with the Shock, 
 Her Oais (he (hiver'd, and her Head (he broke : 
 The Rowers from the Banks ftart up, and try 
 To heave her off ; their iron Poles they ply, 
 And work for Life, and not for Victory : 
 Their (hatter 'd Oars, which floated on the Flood, 
 
 They hfh'd aboard. 
 
 At laft with Toil Sergeftus clears the Rock, 
 But all his Larboard fhattei 'd with the Shock : 
 Forlorn (he look'd, without an aiding Oar ; 
 And, howted by the Vulgar, made to Shore. 
 As when a Snake, furpriz/d upon the Road, 
 Bruis'd by the Wheels of fome o'ei whelming Load: 
 Or half divided by fome Shepherd's Wound, 
 Heavily crawls, and writhes upon the Ground : 
 Fierce in her founder Part, and burning Eyes; 
 She foams ; her Scales in Rage and Torture rift ; 
 Dragging with Pain the wounded Tail behind ; 
 That twirls in Knots, that on her Foldings bind. 
 So flowly to the Port the Cenraur tends, 
 But what (he wants in Oars, with Sails amends. 
 
 — - Now daring Mneftheus, proud 
 
 Of this Succefs, with Joy the Winds implores, 
 
 And skims the open Sea with chearful Oais. 
 
 As, when a Dove her rocky Hold fovfakes, 
 
 Rcuz'd by fome Fright her ruftling Pennons (hakes, 
 
 The flutc'ring Noife makes all the Cavern ring, 
 
 Leaving her callow Young (he takes the Wing, 
 
 And cuts thro' liquid Skies her airy Way, 
 
 Thus Mneftheus in the Dolphin cuts the Sea ; 
 
 And Bying with a Force, that Force aflifts his Way. 
 
 Sergeftus in the Cenraur firft he pafs'd, 
 
 Who, wedg'd in Rocks and Shallows, flicking faft, 
 
 Strives to get free, in vain their Aid implores, 
 
 And praSifes to row with broken Oars j 
 
 Now overtakes Chimaera, then outflies, 
 
 Who, having loft her Pilot, yields the Prize. 
 
 Scylla unvanquifti'd only yet remains, 
 
 Her he purfues, and now his Vigour (trains': 
 
 The Dolphin all applaud ; redoubled Cries 
 
 Afcend, repeated by refound in g Skies : 
 
 Thefe Clamours with Difdain the Scylla heard, 
 
 Much grudg'd the Praife, but more the robb'd Reward. 
 
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 Thefe ail the Glory, they hadreap'd, difdain, 
 
 Defpife half Praife, and vow to die or gain : 
 
 Succefs the others rais'd, and not a Man 
 
 But thinks to win, becaufe he thinks he can. 
 
 And equal Wreaths at lafl had crown'd their Brows ; 
 
 But now to Sea his Arms Cloanthus throws ; 
 
 And, eager with the Gods, he made his Vow : 
 
 Ye Pow'rs, who rule the Seas, thro' which I row, 
 
 If mine the Laurels prove, by you decreed, 
 
 A Snow white Bull upon your Shores fhall bleed: 
 
 Your greedy Waves fhall taite his reeking Blood j 
 
 And Wine in ruddy Rivers fwell your Flood : 
 
 The Nereids, Phorcus, all the Sea-green Quire, 
 
 And Panopcea favour his Detire : 
 
 Ev'n old Portunus, with his mighty Hand, 
 
 The Galley thrufts ; with that fne ftretch'd to Land : 
 
 As Arrows fwift ; fwift as the Wind (he flies; (Virg, 
 
 And darts into the Port, and gains the Priz,e. Laud. 2c Dryd, 
 
 RUMP-? A R LI A ME NT. 
 
 Nor have they chofen Rumps amifs 
 For Symbols of State- My fteries. 
 For, as th' Egyptians us'd by Bets 
 T'exprefs their ancient Ptolomies, 
 And, by their Stings, the Swords they wore, 
 Held forth Authority and Pow'r; 
 Becaufe thefe fubtile Animals 
 Bear all their lnt'refts in their Tails ; 
 And when they're once impair'd in that, 
 Are banifh'd their well-order'd State : 
 Thev r hought all Governments were bed 
 By Hieroglvphick Rumps expreft. 
 For, as in Bodies natural 
 The Rump's the Fundament of all ; 
 So, in a Commonwealth, or Realm, 
 The Government is call'd the Helm ; 
 With which, like Veflels under Sail, 
 They're turn'd and winded by the Tail : 
 The Tail, which Birds and Fifhes fleer 
 Their Courfes with, thro' Sea and Air ; 
 To whom the Rudder of the Rump is 
 The fame Thing with the Stern and Compafs. 
 This fhews how perfectly the Rump 
 And Commonwealth in Nature jump! 
 For, as a Fly that goes to Bed, 
 Refts with his Tail above his Head ; 
 
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 So, in this Mungril State of ours, 
 
 The Rabble ave the fupream Povv'rs, 
 
 That horsM us on their Backs to fhtw us 
 
 A jadifh Trick at lail, and throw us. 
 
 The learned Rabbins of the jews 
 
 Write, there's a Bone, which they call Luez, 
 
 I'rh' Rump of Man, of fuch a Virtue, 
 
 No Force in Nature can do Hurt to : 
 
 And therefore, at the lad great Day, 
 
 All th'other Members fhall, they lay, 
 
 Spring out of this, as from a Seed 
 
 All Sorts of Vegetals proceed : 
 
 From whence the learned Sons of A: t 
 
 Os Sacrum jultly ftyie that Part. 
 
 Then what can better reprefent. 
 
 Than this Rump Bone, the Parliament, 
 
 That after fev'ral rude Ejections, 
 
 And as prodigious Refurredions, 
 
 With new Reversions of -nine Lives 
 
 Starts up, and, like a Cat, revives ? Hud . 
 
 SACRIFICE. 
 
 The facrcd Herd march'd proud and foftly by, 
 Too fat and gay to think their Deaths fo nigh. 
 Hard Fate of Beafts, more innocent than we 1 
 Prey to our Lux'ry, and our Pifcty! 
 Whofe guiltlefs Blood, on Boards and Altars fpik, 
 Serves both to make and expiate our Guilt! 
 Three Bullocks of free Neck, two gilded Pvams, 
 Two well-walh'd Goats, and fourteen fpotlefs Lambs, 
 With the three y it al Fruits, Wine, Oil, and Bread, 
 Small Fees to Heav'n of all by which we're fed, 
 Are offci'd up the hallow'd Flames arife, (David. 
 
 And faithful Pray'rs mount with them to the Skies. Cowl. 
 
 The Feaftapproach'd, when to the blue ey'd Maid J 
 His Vows for Cygnus flain the ViSor pay'd, j* 
 
 And a white Heifer on her Altar lay'd. J 
 
 The reeking Entrails on the F'vk they threw ; 
 And to the Gcdsthe grateful Od ur flew : 
 Heav'n had its Part in Sacrifice : the reit 
 Was broii*d and roafted for the future Feal't : 
 The chief invited Guefts were fet around, *} 
 
 And, Hunger tirftafTwag'd, the Bowls were crovvn'd, V* 
 Which in deep Draughts their Cares and Labours drown'd. $ 
 
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 The mellow Harp did not their Ears imploy ; 
 
 And mute was all the warlike Symphony : 
 
 Difcourfe, the Food of Souls was their Delight; 
 
 And plealing Chat prolong'd the Summer's Night. Dr.Ovid. 
 
 With perfect. Hecatombs the God they grac'd ; 
 VVhofe offer'd Entrails in the Main were caft : 
 Black Bulls, and bearded Goats on Altars lie 5 
 And Clouds of fav'ry Stench involve the Sky. Dryd. Horn. 
 
 Now when the folemn Rites of Pray'r were paft 
 Their faked Cakes on crackling Flames they call: 
 Then, turning back, the Sacrifice they fped ; 
 The fatted G*en flew, and flea'd the Dead : 
 Chopp'd off rheir nervous Thighs, and next prepar'd 
 ' Pinvolve the Lean in Cauls, and mend with Lard : 
 Sweat-Breads and Collops were with Skewers prick'd, 
 About the Sides; imbibing what they deck'd. 
 The Prieft with holy Hands was feen to tine 
 The cloven Wood, and pour the ruddy Wine: 
 The Youth app oach'd the Fire; and, as it burn'd ; 
 On five fharp Broachers rank'd, the Roaft they turn'd ; 
 Thefe Morfels ftay'd their Stomachs; then the Reft 
 They cut in Legs and Fillers for the Feaft ; 
 Which drawn and feiv'd, their Hunger they appeafe, 
 With fav'ry Meat, and fet their Minds at Eate: 
 Now when the Rage of Eating was repell'd, 
 The Boys with gen'rous Wine the Goblets fill'd : 
 The firft Libations to the Gods they pour: 
 And then with Songs indulge the genial Hour : 
 Holy Debauch! till Day to Night they bring, 
 With Hymns and Pseans to the Bowyer King. Dryd. Horn. 
 
 The Loaves were ferv'd in Canifters, the Wine *v. 
 
 In Bowls; the Priefts renew'd the Rites divine v 
 
 Broil'd Entrails are their Food,and Beef's continu'd Chine, j 
 
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 Four fable Bullocks, in the Yoke untaught, 
 For facrifice the pious Hero brought : 
 The Prieftefs pours the Wine betwixt their Horns; 
 Then cuts the curling Hair : that firft Oblation burns : 
 Invoking Hecat hither to repair ; 
 A pow'rful Name in Hell, and upper Air : 
 The facred Priefts, with ready Knives, bereave 
 The Beaits of Life, and in full Bowls receive 
 The ftreaming Blood : a Lamb to Hell and Night, 
 The fable Wool without a Streak of White, 
 ./Eneas offers : and, by Fates Decree, 
 A barren Heifer, Proferpine, to thee : 
 
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 With Holocaufts he Pluto's Altar fills : 
 
 Sev'n brawny Bulls with his own Hand he kills : 
 
 Then on the broiling Entrails Oil he pours ; 
 
 Which, ointtd thus, the raging Flame devours ; 
 
 Late the nocturnal Sacrifice begun; 
 
 Nor ended, 'till the next returning Sun : 
 
 Then Earth began to bellow, Trees to dance ; 
 
 And howling Dogs in glimm'ring Light advance, 
 
 Eve Hecate came: Far hence be Souls prophane, 
 
 The Sybil cry'd, and from the Grove abftain. Dryd. Vi g. 
 
 They facred Alrais rear on Sods of Grafs ; 
 Where.with religious Rites, their common Gods they place : 
 In pureft White the Prietts their Heads attire ; 
 And living Waters bear, and holy Fire : 
 And, o'er their linen Hoods, and fhaded Hair, 
 Long twirled Wreaths of facred Vervain bear, Dryd.Virg. 
 
 Adorn'd in white a rev'i end Prieft appears j o 
 
 And Off 'rings to the flaming Altars bears ; s 
 
 A Porker, and a Lamb, that never fuffer'd Shears. J 
 
 Then, to the rifing Sun he turns his Eyes ; 
 And ftrews the Beafts, defign'd for Sacrifice, 
 With Salt, and Meal ; with like officious Ca-re, 
 He marks their Foreheads, and he clips their Hair. 
 Betwixt their Horns the Purple Wine he flieds, 
 With the fame gen'rous Juice the Flame he feeds : 
 All Dues perform'd which holy Rites require, 
 The Victim Beafts are flain before the Fire ; 
 The trembling Entrails from their Bodies torn, 
 And to the fatten'd Flames in Chargers borne. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 Th' Arcadian States, 
 
 The King and Prince, without the City-Gates, 
 Then paid their OfPrings, in a facred Grove, 
 To Hercules the Warrior-Son of }ove : 
 Thick Clouds of rouling Smoke involve the Sky : 
 And fat of Entrails on his Altar fry. 
 
 From that aufpicious Day, with Rites divine, 
 We worfhip at the Hero's holy Shrine : 
 Potitius firft ordairi'd thefe annual Vows ; 
 As Priefts, were added the Pinarian Houfe j 
 Who rais'd this Altar in the facred Shade, 
 Where Honours, ever due, for ever (hall be paid. 
 For thefe Deferts, and this high Virtue (hown, 
 Ye warlike Youths, your Heads with Garlands crown ; 
 Fill high the Goblets with a fparkling Flood ; 
 And with deep Draughts invoke our common God. 
 This faid ; a double Wreath Evandertwin'd ; 
 And Poplars black and white his Temples bind : 
 
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 Then brins his ample Bowl : with like Defigfl 
 
 The reft invoke the Gods, with fprinkled Wine. 
 
 And now the Priefts, Potitius at their Head, 
 
 In Skins of Beads involv'd, the long Proceffion led : 
 
 Held high the flaming Tapers in their Hands ; 
 
 As Cuftom had prefer ib'd their holy Bands: 
 
 Then with a fecond Courfe the Tables load; 
 
 And with full Chargers offer to the God : 
 
 The Salii fing ; and cence his Altars round 
 
 WithSaban Smoke; their Heads with Poplar bound : 
 
 One Choir of Old, another of the Young; 
 
 To dance, and bear the Burthen of the Song : 
 
 The Lay records the Labours, and the Praife, 
 
 And all th' immortal Acts of Hercules. 
 
 Firft, how the mighty Babe, when fwath'd in Bands, 
 
 The Serpents ftrangled, with his Infant Hands : 
 
 Then, as in Years and matchlefs Force he grew, 
 
 Th' OEchalian Walls, and Trojan overthrew : 
 
 Befides,.a thoufand Hazards they relate, 
 
 Procur'd by Juno's and Euryftheus' Hate: 
 
 Thy Hands, unconquer'd Hero, cou'd fubdr.e 
 
 The Cloud- bom Centaurs, and the Monfter-Crew : 
 
 Nor thy refiftlefs Arm the Bull withftood; 
 
 Nor he, the roaring Terrour of the Wood : 
 
 The triple Porter of the Stygian Seat, 
 
 With lolling Tongue, lay fawning at thy Feet, 
 
 And, feiz'd with Fear, forgot his mangled Meat: 
 
 Th' infernal Waters trembled at thy Sight : 
 
 Thee, God, no Face of Danger cou'd affiight: 
 
 Not huge Typhoeus ; nor th* unnumber'd Snake, 
 
 Increas'd with hiding Heads, in Lerna's Lake. 
 
 Hail Jove's undoubted Son ! an added Grace 
 
 To Heav'n, and the great Author of thy Race: 
 
 Receive the grateful OfPrings, which we pay; 1 
 
 And fmile propitious on thy folemn Day. 
 
 In Numbers thus they fung: above the reft!, 
 
 The Den and Death of Cacus crown the Feaft. t Dj;yd. Virg. 
 
 SAILING. 
 
 They, with early Care, 
 
 Unmoor their Veflels, and for Sea prepare : 
 The Fleet is foon afloat, in all its Pride ; 
 And well calk'd Gallies in the Harbour ride. 
 Then Oaks for Oars they fell'd ; or as they flood, 
 Of its green Arms defpoil'd the growing Wood ; . 
 
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 Studious of Flight : the Beach is cover'd o'er 
 
 With Trojan Band?, that blacken all the Shore. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 ' She faw the cover'd Shove, 
 
 And heard the Shouts of Sailors from afar, 
 
 Mix'd with the Murmurs of the wat'ry War. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 The Trojans crowd to Sea, 
 
 They fpread their Canvas, and their Anchors weigh ; 
 The fhouting Crew their Ships with Garlands binds j 
 Invoke the Sea-Gods, and invite the Winds. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 The VefTel went before a merry Gale r (Cock and Fox. 
 And for quick Paffage put on ev'ry Sail. Dryd. Chauc. The 
 
 Up fprvmg the Wind, and, with a frefh'ning Gale, 
 The kind North-weft fill'd ev'ry fwelling Sail ; 
 Light o'er the foamy Waves the Navy flew. Rowe. Luc. 
 
 And now the Wind, with an aufpicious Gale, 
 To (hove the Veflel, fills the fpreading Sail : 
 And fee, with fwelling Canvas wing'd, (he flies, 
 And with her waving Streamers fweeps the Skies. Blac. 
 
 The gathering Winds began to blow, 
 
 Their ufelefs Oars the joyful Seamen ftow; 
 Then hoift their Yards, while, loofen'd from the Marts, 
 The wide-ftretch'd Sails receive the coming Blaits. Hop.Ov^ 
 They plough the liquid Seas, and leave the lefs'ning 
 
 (Land. Dryd. Horn. 
 
 We loofe from Shore our Haulfers, put to Sea ; fVirg. 
 
 And foon with fwelling Sails purfue the wat'ry Way. Drvd. 
 
 The f: iendly Gales, (Virg. 
 
 Blown from the South, fupply'd our fwelling Sails. Dryd. 
 
 Propitius Neptune fteer'd their Couife by Night, 
 With rifing Gales, that fped their happy Flight: 
 Supply'd with thele, they skim the founding Shore, 
 And hear the fwelling Surges vainly roar. Diyd. Virg. 
 
 A furious Gale 
 
 That almoft rent the Womb of ev'ry Sail. Blac. K. Arth. 
 
 ■ Strong Gales fupply'd, 
 
 And pufh'd the veflel o'er the fwelling Tide. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 The Sky ferene, a trefti and profp'rous Gale, (P. Arth. 
 
 Sprung from the Shore, and fwell'd out ev'ry Sail. Blac. 
 
 The lofty Ships on rolling Billows bound, 
 The Waves, in loft Embraces, clinging round : 
 As when the Trojans in the Mantuaft Song, 
 From Africk Sands to Latium iail'd along j 
 Old Ocean rofe up from his rocky Throne ; 
 A cvyftal Scepter, and a reedy Crown 
 His Pow'r confefs'dj his dewy Head he rear'd 
 Above the Flood ; and fmiling on the Waves appear'd : 
 New-gathei'd Banks of Qoick-fandshe remov'd, 
 And kindly thro' the Deep the Navy fhof 'd : So 
 
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 So the calm Ocean fcem'd, with equal Cave, 
 On its pleas'd Waves, the Britifh Fleet to bear : 
 Unwieldy Porpoifes fpout Seas away ; (Arth* 
 
 And friendly Dolphins round the Squadrons play. Blac. P. 
 
 The Heav'ns ferenely fmiPd ; and ev'ry Sail 
 FillM its wide Bofom with th' indulgent Gale: 
 Mercy, DelivYance, Piry, Truth, difplay'd 7 
 
 Their tilver Wings, and glad Attention pay'd; ^ > 
 
 Sung on the Shrowds, and with the Streamers play'd. 1 
 
 (Blac. P. Arthur. 
 
 The Sun defcendin», the Phoeacian Train 
 Spread their broad Sails, and launch into the Main : 
 Alt once they bend, and (trike their equal Oars ; 
 And leave the linking Hills, and lefs'ning Shores : 
 As firy Conifers, in the rapid Race, 
 Urg'd by fierce Drivers thro' the dufty Space, 
 Tofs their high Heads, and fcour along the Plain ; 
 So mounts the bounding VefTel o'er the Main : 
 Back to the Stern the parted Billows flow ; 
 And the black Ocean foams and roars below : 
 Thus with fpread Sails the winged Galley flies; 
 Lefs fwift an Eagle cuts the liquid Skies. Pope. Horn. 
 
 Their Topfails loos'd, and all the Ships unmoor'd, 
 The royal Navy on the Billows rode ; 
 And prefs'd with heavy War th' uneafy Flood : 
 Loud Boreas then, t'extend the ipacious Sails, 
 From northern Prifons frees his cnofen Gales : 
 They fwcll the Canvas with their utmoft Force : 
 The panting Winds to fhove the Navy drain ; n 
 
 And of the Squadron's Weight in Sighs complain ; > 
 
 The Labour of the Air, and Burthen of the Main. j 
 
 The bounding Caltles on the Billows dance; 
 And in long Order on the Deep advance ; Blac. K. Arth. 
 
 Then, when he faw no threat'ning Tempeit nigh j 
 But a fure Promife of a fettled Sky ; 
 He gave the Sign to weigh : we break our Sleep ; 
 Forfake the plealing Shore, and plough the Deep : 
 The gentle Gales their flagging Force renew : 
 And now the happy Harbour is in View : 
 Wefurl our Sails, and turn the Prows to Shore; 
 The curling Waters round the Galleys roar. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 We fpread our Sails before the willing Wind : 
 Now from the Sight of Land our Galleys move, 
 With only Seas around, and Skies above. Dryd. V^rg. 
 
 The Canvas falls; their Oars the Sailors ply ; 
 From the rude Strokes the whirling Waters fly. Dr. Virg. 
 
 With profpYous Gales Ulyfles brought the Ship 
 
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 To Chryfa's Port ; where, ent'ring with the Tide, 
 
 He dropp'd his Anchors, and his Oars he ply'd ; 
 
 Furl'd ev'ry Sail ; and, drawing down the Maft, 
 
 His Veflel moor'd, and made with Hanlfers fart. Dr. Horn. 
 
 When weftward, like the Sun, you took your Way, 
 And from benighted Britain bore the Day ; 
 Blue Triton gave the Signal from the Shore ; 
 The ready Nereids heard, and fwam before 
 To fmoo'h the Seas ; a foft Etefian Gale, 
 But juil infpir'd, and gently fwell'd, the Sail : 
 Portunus took his Turn, whofe ample Hand, *\ 
 
 Heav'd up the lighten'd Keel, and funk the Sand, S 
 
 And fteer'd the (acred VefTel fafe to Land. ,$ 
 
 The Land, if not reftrain'd, had met your Way, 
 Projected out a Neck, and jutted to the Sea. Dryd. 
 
 Mean time the Trojan cuts his wat'ry Way, 
 Fix'd on his Voyage, thro' the curling Sea : 
 Now Seas and Skies their ProfpesSr, only bound ; 
 An empty Space above, a floating Field around : 
 But foon the Heav'ns with Shadows were o'er fpread : 
 A fwelling Cloud hung hov'ring o'er their Head 5 
 Livid it look'd, the Threat'ning of a Storm : • 
 Then Night and Horrour Ocean's Face deform : 
 The Pilot, Palinurus, cry'd aloud, 
 What Gufts of Weather from that gath'ring Cloud 
 My Thoughts prefage ; ere yet the Tempeft roars, 
 Stand to your Tackle, Mates, and ftrerch your Oars : 
 Contract your fwelling Sails, and luff to Wind : 
 The frighted Crew perform the Task affign'd : 
 Then, to his fearlefs Chief, Not Heav'n, faid he, 
 Can Item the Torrent of this raging Sea : 
 Mark, how the fhifting Winds from Well: arife! 
 And what collected Night involves the Skies ! 
 Nor can our fhaken VefTels live at Sea, ■% 
 
 Much lefs againft the Tempeft force their Way ; C 
 
 'Tis Fate diverts our Courfe, and Fate we mull obey. 3 
 The Courfe refolv'd, before the weftern Wind 
 
 They feud amain, and make the Port affign'd. Dr. Virg, 
 Nor fvvells the ltretching Canvas half fo raft, 
 
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 When the Sails gather all the driving Blaft, 
 
 Strain the tough Yards,and bow the lofty Maft.Rowe.Luc 
 
 When Barks glide flowly thro' the lazy Main, 
 The baffled Pilots turn the Helm in vain; 
 When, driv'n by Winds, they cut the foamy Way, 
 The Rudders govern,andthe Ships obey.Smith.Phsed.Sc Hip. 
 
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 SALMON EUS. 
 
 So Heav'n was mock'd, when once all Elis round 
 Another Jupiter was faid to found : 
 On brazen Floors the royal Actor tries 
 To ape the Thunder rattling in the Skies : 
 A brandifti'd Torch, with emulating Blaze, 
 Affects the forky Light'nings pointed Rays : 
 Thus, borne aloft, triumphantly he rode 
 Thro' Crowds of Woi fhippers, and acts the God : 
 The Sire omnipotent prepares the Brand 
 By Vulcan wrought, and arms his potent Hand ; 
 Then flaming hurls ir hitting from above, 
 And in the vaft Abyfs confounds the Mimick Jove : 
 Prefumptuous Wretch ! with mortal Art to dare 
 Immortal Pow'r, and brave the Thunderer. Ld. Lanfd. 
 
 I faw Salmoneus there feverely fmart 
 For counterfeiting Jove's ethereal Dart : 
 Th' audacious Wretch four rlry Horfes drew, 
 Waving a Blaze, thro' Elis' Town he flew, 
 Requiring all the Grecian Tribes to pay 
 Him Honour as a God, in his fantaitick Way : 
 Moft impioufly vain, the foolifh Man, 
 With horny Hoofs, which o'er brafs Arches ran, 
 By facrilegious Pride dar'd to afpire 
 To imitate inimitable Fire. 
 Almighty Jove, who Heav'n and Earth can (hake, 
 Hurl'd him down flaming to the burning Lake. 
 No fmoking Blaze, but deadly Light'ning fent, 
 From thickeft Cloudswithrouling Thunder pent.Laud.Virg. 
 
 SATIRE. 
 
 Of all the Ways, that wifeft Men cou'd find, 
 To mend the Age, and mortify Mankind, 
 Satire, well writ, has moft fuccefsful prov'd, 
 And cures, becaufe the Remedy is lov'd. 
 'Tis hard to write on fuch a Subject more, 
 Without repeating Things faid oft before : 
 Some vulgar Errors only we remove, 
 That ftain a Beauty which fo much we love : 
 Of well chofe Words fome take not Care enough, 
 And think they fhou'd be, as their Subject, rough : 
 This great work muft be more exactly made, 
 c\nd inarpeft Thoughts in fmootheft Words convey'd : 
 
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 Some think, if (harp enough, they cannot fail, 
 As if their only Bus'nefs were to rail : 
 But human Frailty nicely to unfold, 
 Diftinguifhes a Satyr from a Scold ; 
 Rage you muft hide, and Prejudice lay down : 
 A Satyr's Smile is (harper than his Frown ; 
 So, while you feem to flight fome rival Youth, 
 Malice itfelf may fometimes pafs for Truth. Norm. 
 
 SATURN. 
 
 Then Saturn came, who fled the Pow'r of Jove, 
 Robb'd of his Realms, and banifh'd from above: 
 The Men, difpers'd on Hills, to Towns he brought; 
 And Laws ordain'd, and civil Cuftoms taught : 
 And Latium call'd the Land, where fafe he lay, 
 From his unduteous Son, and his ufurping Sway : 
 With his mild Empire, Peace and Plenty came 5 
 And hence the golden Times deriv'd their Name : 
 A more degen'rate and difcolour'd Age 
 Succeeded this, with Avarice and Rage. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 Then Saturn from his leaden Throne arofe : 
 Wayward, but wife, by long Experience taught, 
 To pleafe both Parties, for ill Ends, he fought : 
 For, this Advantage Age from Youth has won, (Arc. 
 
 As not to be outridden, tho' outrun. Dryd. Chauc. Pal. 8c 
 
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 Sc^eva, a Name ere-while to Fame unknown, 
 And firft diflinguifh'd on the Gallick Rhone: 
 Daring and bold, and ever prone to ill, «| 
 
 Inur'd to Blood, and active to fulfil S 
 
 The Di&ates of a lawlefs Tyrant's Will. J 
 
 Nor Virtue's Love, nor Reafon's Laws he knew ; 
 But, carelefs of the Right, for Hire his Sword he drew: 
 Thus Courage by an impious Caufe is curft, 
 And he, that is the Braveft, is the Worft. Rowe. Luc. 
 
 SCORN. 
 
 With inaufpicious Love a wretched Swain 
 Pui fu'd the faireft Nymph of all the Plain ; 
 Faireft indeed j but prouder far than fair : * 
 She plung'd him Hopelefs in a deep Defpair : 
 Her heav'nly Form too haughtily (he priz-'d ; 
 His Perfon hated, and his Gifts defpis'd : 
 
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 Nor knew the Force of Cupids cruel Darts, 
 
 Nor fear'd his awful Pow'r on human Hearts : 
 
 But either from her hopelefs Lover fled ; 
 
 Or with difdainful Glances fhot him dead : 
 
 No Kifs, no Look, to chear the drooping Boy ; 
 
 No word (he fpoke ; (he fcorn'd ev'n to deny : 
 
 But, as the hunted Panther cads about 
 
 Her glaring Eyes, and pricks her lift'ning Ears to fcout j 
 
 So fhe, to (hun his Toils, her Cares imploy'd, 
 
 And fiercely in her falvage Freedom joy'd : 
 
 Her Mouth (he writh'd ; her Forehead taught to frown ; 
 
 Her Eyes to fparkle Fires to Love unknown : 
 
 Her fallow Cheeks her envious Mind did (hew ; 
 
 And ev'i y Feature fpoke aloud the Curftnefs of a Shrew. 
 
 Yet cou'd he not his obvious Foe efcape ; 
 
 His Love itill drefs'd her in a pleafing Shape : 
 And ev'ry fullen Frown and bitter Scorn, 
 
 But fann'd the Fuel, that too faft did burn : 
 Long time, unequal to his mighty Pain, 
 • He ftrove to curb it, but he ftrove in vain : Dryd. Theoc. 
 The noble Youth to Madnefs lov'd a Dame 
 Of high Degree ; Honoria was her Name : 
 Fair as the faireft, but of haughty Mind, 
 And fiercer than became fo foft a Kind : 
 Proud of her Birth ; for equal fhe had none: 
 The reft fhe fcorn'd, but hated him alone : 
 His Gifts, his conft ant Courtfhip, nothing gain'd j 
 For fhe,, the more he lov'd, the more difdain'd : 
 He liv'd with all the Pomp he cou'd devife ; 
 At Tilts and Turnaments obtain'd the Prize j 
 But found no Favour in his Ladies Eyes. 
 Relentlefs as a Rock, the lofty Maid 
 Turn'd all to Poifon that he did, or faid: 
 Nor Pray'i s, nor Tears, nor offer'd Vows cou'd move : 
 The Wo:k went backwards; and, the more he ftrove 
 T'advance his Sute, the farther from her Love. 
 Weary'd at Length, and wanting Remedy, 
 He doubted oft, and oft refolv'd, to die : 
 But Pride ftood ready to prevent the Blow : 
 For who wou'd die to gratify a Foe ? 
 His gen'rous Mind difdain'd fo mean a Fate ; 
 That pafs'd, his next Endeavour was to hate : 
 But vainer that Relief than all the reft : j 
 
 The lefs he hor/d, with more Defire pofTefs'd : J» 
 
 Love ftood the siege, and wou'd not yield his Breaft. j 
 Change was the next ; but Change deceiv'd his Care : 
 fie fought a fairer, but found none fo fair: 
 
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 He wou'dhave worn her out by flow Degrees, 
 As Men by Failing ftarve th' untam'd Diteafe : 
 But prefent Love requir'd a prefent Eafe. 
 Looking he feeds alone his famifh'd Eyes, 
 Feeds ling'ring Death ; but looking not he dies. 
 Yet ftill he chofe the longeft Way to Fate, 
 ». Wafting at once his Life, and his Eftate. 
 His Friends beheld, and pity'd him in vain : 
 For what Advice can eafe a Lover's Pain ? 
 Abfence, the beft Expedient they cou'd find, 
 Might fave the Fortune, if not cure the Mind. Dryd. Bocc. 
 
 (Theod. & Hon. 
 
 But all her Arts are ftill imploy'd in vain ; 
 Again ftie comes, and is refus'd again : 
 His harden'd Heart, nor Pray'rs, nor Threat'nings move : 
 Fate, and the God, had ftopt his Ears to Love. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 Thick Meflfages and loud Complaints he hears ; 
 And bandy'd Words, ftill beating in his Ears : 
 Sighs, Groans, and Tears, proclaim his inward Pains ; 
 But the firm Purpofe of his Heart remains. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 The nightly Wolf is baneful to the Fold ; 
 Storms to the Wheat ; to Buds the bitter Cold ; 
 But from my frowning Fair more Ills 1 find, (Dryd. Virg. 
 Than from the Wolves, and Storms, and Winter- Wind. 
 
 Ah Nymph ! More cruel than of human Race } 
 Thy Tygrefs Heart belies thy Angel Face : 
 Too well thou fhow'ft thy Pedigree from Stone ; 
 Thy Grandame's was the firft by Pyrrha thrown. Dr.Theoc. 
 
 Sure for my Sins I lov'd this haughty Maid. 
 What did I not her ftubborn Heart to gain ? "5 
 
 But all my Vows were anfwer'd with Difdain ; > 
 
 She fcorn'd my Sorrows, and defpis'd my Pain ; Dryd. ) 
 
 (Boc. Theod. &Hon. 
 
 I feel your Scorn, cold as the Hand of Death. Dryd. 
 
 (Tyr. Love. 
 
 O what a Deal of Scorn looks beautiful, 
 In the Contempt and Anger of her Lip ! Shak. 1 2th Night. 
 
 Thus with foft Words the weeping Hero ftrove 
 To footh her Anger, and her Hate remove : 
 Silent fhe flood with a difdainful Frown, 
 And on the Ground her fullen Looks caft down : 
 Fix'd as a marble Rock, which braves the Floods : 
 Then fprung with Fury to the fhady Woods, 
 To fhun his hated Sight. Laud. Virg. 
 
 O what a Thing, ye Gods, is Scorn or Pity ? 
 Heap on me, Heav'n, the Hate of all Mankind j 
 Load me with Malice, Envy, Deteftation : 
 
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 Let me be horrid to all Apprehenfion, 
 
 Let the World fhun me, fol Tcape but Scorn. Lee.Theod. 
 
 The Wages of fcorn'd Love is baneful Hate. Beaum. 
 
 (Kt. of Malt. 
 
 Pay Scorn with Scorn, and make Revenge a Pleafure. 
 
 (Dryd. Love Trium. 
 
 Love will not always laft, (for Love, 
 
 When urg'd with long Unkindnefs and Difdain. Dryd. All 
 
 'Tis fweet to love, but when with Scorn we meer,(Ench. 
 Revenge fupplies the Lofs with Joys as great. Lanfd. Brit- 
 
 SCORPION. 
 
 Who, that the Scorpion's Infecl Form furveys 5 
 Would think, that inftant Death her Call obeys? 
 Threat'ning (he rears her knotty Tail on high, 
 The vaft Orion thus fhe doom'd to die, 
 And fix'd him, her proud Trophy, in the Sky. Rowe. Luc, 
 
 You, like a Scorpion, whipt by others firft 
 To Fury, fting your felf in mad Revenge. Dr. All for Love, 
 
 Scorpions, that wound, have Blood thofe Wounds to 
 
 (cure. Ocw. D, Carl. 
 
 SCULPTOR. 
 
 He to the Rock can vital Inftincls give 
 Which, thus transform^, can rage, rejoice, or grieve : 
 His skilful Hand can marble Veins infpiie. 
 Now with the Lover's, now the Hero's, Fire : 
 So well th' imagin'd Actors play their Parr, 
 The filent Hypocrites fuch Pow'r exert, 
 That PafTions, which they feel not, they beftow, (Blac. Cr. 
 Affright us with their Fear, and melt us with their Woe. 
 
 S C T L L A. 
 
 Scylla, who, round with barking Monfters arm*d, 
 The wand'ring Greeks, ah frighted Men ! alarm'd : 
 Whofe only Hope on (hatrev'd Ships, depends ; 
 V/hile fierce Sea-Dogs devour the mangled Friends. Rofc.V. 
 
 Why (hou'd I fing the double Scylla's Fate : 
 The firft by Love transform'd ; the laft by Hate : 
 A beauteous Maid above ; but magick Arts 
 With barking Dogs deform'd her nether Parts : 
 What Vengeance on the patting Fleet (he pour'd ; 
 The Mafter frighted, and the Mares devour'd ? Dr. Virg. 
 
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 Scylla and Chary bdis. 
 
 A narrow Torrent, with impetuous Courfe, 
 Runs 'twixt their Cities and divided Shores, 
 And with impetuous Eddies foaming roars. 
 Mif-fhapen Scylla on the Right abides ; 
 Cruel Charybdis on the Left refides; 
 Thrice in her Gulph devours the Waves, and then 
 Thrice to the Stars (he fpouts them up again. 
 Scylla a Dungeon horrible fecures ; 
 Her Head above the Waves, fhe Ships on Rocks allures. 
 This triform Monlter has a humane Face$ 
 And Virgin Breads her beauteous Body grace :] 
 Below her Waift fhe ends a hideous Whale, 
 With howling Dogs join'd to her Dolphins Tail. Laud.Virg. 
 
 SEA. 
 
 The vaft unmeafur'd Kingdoms of the Main! 
 There fcaly Monfters, of enormous Size, 
 Flounce in the Waves, and dafh with Foam the Skies : 
 Others, inclos'd in (helly Armour, creep 
 Upon the Rocks, or feek the ilimy Deep. 
 There, big with War or Traffick, VefTels ride, 
 Driv'n by the Winds, and bound along the Tide. Trapp. 
 
 Behold the working Sea, 
 
 When the now weary Waves roul o'er the Deep, 
 
 And faintly murmur, ere they fall afleep. Dryd. Aurea 
 
 For, tho' the furious Storm be now blown o'er, 
 The Sea's ftill troubled, and the Waters roar, 
 And curl upon the Winds that blew before. Creech. Ovid 
 
 Me doft thou bid to truft the treach'rous Deep, 
 The Harlot Smiles of her diifembiing Face ? 
 Shall I believe the Syren-South again, 
 And, oft betrayed, not know the Monfter-Main ? Dryd.Virg, 
 
 Come, Galatea, come ; the Seas forfake : 
 What Pleafures can the Tides with their hoarfe Murmurs 
 Come then, and leave the Waves tumultuous Roar : (make ? 
 Let the wild Surges vainly beat the Shore. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 Sea, dividing for Pajfage for the Israelites. 
 And now a mighty Tempeft, from the Eafl: 
 The Sea adail'd, and on the Billows prefs'd: 
 Th'aitonifh'd Ocean did its Force obey ; 
 Open'd his wat'ry Files, and clear'd the pathlefs Way : 
 The Waves retreated, and erected flood, 
 As Fear and Wonder had benumb'd the Flood-: 
 
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 Then, Front to Front, they kept their Line tinmov'd ; 
 And thofe, that crowd behind, they backwards flhov'd : 
 Like a long Ridge of criftal Hills they rofe $ 
 And the low Wonders of the Deep difclofe. Blac. P. Arth. 
 The ftifF'ning Waters hear the high Command: ^ 
 
 In craggy Rocks and criftal Mountains ftandj > 
 
 And leave an open Space of dry and naked Land. Blac.El. ) 
 
 SEA MA N. 
 
 So fares the Sailor on the ftormy Main, 
 When Clouds conceal Bootes' golden Wain ; 
 When not a Star its friendly Luftre keeps, 
 Nor trembling Cynthia glimmers on the Deeps : 
 He dreads the Rocks, and Shoals, and Seas, and Skies ; 
 While Thunder roars, and Light'ning round him flies.Pope, 
 Thus carnal Seamen, in a Storm, 
 Turn pious Converts, and reform. Hud. 
 
 SECRET. 
 
 Secret as plotting Friends in Council are. Oldh. 
 
 ■ Secrets are edg'd Tools : (Ala-mode. 
 
 And m uft be kept from Children, and from Fools. Dr. M. 
 
 Be fecret all : be hufli'd, 
 
 As Urns and Monuments, that never blab. Lee.Mafs.of Par. 
 
 Be fecret and difcrcet : Love's fairy Favours 
 Are loft, when not conceal'd. Dryd. Span. Fry. 
 
 O, I will keep this Secret : (Phaed. & Hip. 
 
 No Racks, no Shame, (hall ever force it from me. Smith. 
 
 Youi- Thoughts are frill as much your own, 
 
 As when you kept the Key of your own Breath Dr.D.ofGuife. 
 
 As fafe in Jonathan's Truft his Thoughts remain, 
 As when himfelf but dreamt them o'er again. Dryd. Cowl. 
 
 I never fpeak j 
 
 Nor when alone, for Fear fome Fiend fhould hear, 
 And blab my Secret out — - Dyd. D. of Guife. 
 
 A mighty Secret labours in my Soul, 
 And, like a rufhing Stream, breaks down the Dams, 
 To find a Vent. Dryd. Love. Tri. 
 
 Long has this Secret ftruggled in my Bread ; (& Hip. 
 Long has it rack'd and rent my tortui 'd Bofom. Sm. Phaed. 
 
 -. 'Tis Heav'n alone can tell, 
 How fatally the Secret (truggles here j 
 With what impetuous Force it beats my Breaft ; 
 And tears away my Quiet in its Way. South. Difap. 
 
 We'll unlock 
 
 Our fefteft Secrets j (hed upon each other Our 
 
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 Our tender'ft Cares ; and quite unbar thofe Doors, 
 Which fhall be ftiut to all Mankind befides. Lee. Theod: 
 
 He who trufts a Secret to his Servant, 
 Makes his own Man his Mafter. Dryd. Amph. 
 
 S E C T A R r. 
 
 The Learned write, an Infecl Breeze 
 Is but a Mungrel Prince of Bees, 
 That falls, before a Storm, on Cows, 
 And ftings the Founder of his Houfe ; 
 From whofe corrupted Fle(h that Breed 
 Of Vermin did at firft proceed. 
 So, e'er the Storm of War broke out, 
 Religion fpawn'd a various Rout 
 Of petulant capricious Se£b, 
 The Maggots of corrupted Texts : 
 Such as breed out of peccant Humours 
 Of our own Church, like Wens and Tumours: 
 And, like a Maggot in a Sore, 
 Would that, which gave it Life, devour. 
 For, as the Perfian Magi once 
 Upon their Mothers got their Sons, 
 Who were incapable t'enpy 
 That Empire any other way : 
 So Presbyter begot the other 
 Upon the Good Old Caufe, his Mother ; 
 That bore them like the Devil's Dam, 
 Whofe Son and Husband are the fame. Hud. 
 
 Some are for fetting up a King, 
 But all the reft for no fuch Thing, 
 
 Except King Jefus 
 
 Some for fulfilling Prophecies, 
 
 And th' Extirpation of Excife j 
 
 And fome againft th' Egyptian Bondage 
 
 Of Holydays, and paying Poundage , 
 
 And fome for finding out Expedients 
 
 Againft the Slav'vy of Obedience : 
 
 5ome were for Gofpel-Minifters, 
 
 And fome for Red-Coat Seculars : 
 
 As Men mod fit t' hold forth the Word, 
 
 And wield the one, and th' other Sword. 
 
 Some for engaging to fupprefs 
 
 The Camifado of Surplices, 
 
 That Gifts and Difpenfationshinder'd, 
 
 Aadcuro'd to th' outward Man the Inward; 
 
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 More proper for the cloudy Night 
 
 Of Popery, than Gofpel- Light. 
 
 Others were for abolishing 
 
 That Tool of Matrimony, a Ring, 
 
 With which th' unfan&ify'd Bridegroom 
 
 Is marry'd only to a Thumb ; 
 
 The Bride, to nothing but her Will, 
 
 Which nulls the After-Marriage ftill. 
 
 And fome againft all idolizing 
 
 The Crofs in Shop- Books, and Baptizing : 
 
 Others, to make all Things recant 
 
 The Chriftian, or Surname, of Saint ; 
 
 And force all Churches, Streets, and Towns, 
 
 The Holy Title to renounce. 
 
 Some, 'gainft a third Eftate of Souls, 
 
 And bringing down the Price of Coals: 
 
 Some for aboiifhing black Pudding, 
 
 And eating nothing with the Blood in ; 
 
 To abrogate them Roots and Branches : 
 
 While others were for eating Haunches 
 
 Of Warriors, and now and then 
 
 The Flefh of Kings, and mighty Men : 
 
 And fome for breaking of their Bones 
 
 With Rods of Ir*n, by fecretonesj 
 
 For thrafhing Mountains, and with Spells 
 
 For hallowing Carriers Packs and Bells : 
 
 Things that the Legend never heard of, 
 
 But made the wicked fore afeard of. Hud. 
 Thus Men are rais'd by Factions, and decry 'd j 
 And Rogue and Saint diftinguifh'd by their Side : 
 They rack ev'n Scripture to confefs their Caufe, 
 And plead a Call to preach in Spite of Laws : 
 But that's no News to the Poor injur'd Page : 
 It has been us'd as ill in ev'ry Age ; 
 And is conftrain'd with Patience all to take ; 
 For what Defence can Greek and Hebrew make ? 
 Happy who can this talking Trumpet feize, 
 That it may fpeak whatever Senfe they pleafe. 
 'Twas fram'd, at firft, our Oracle to enquire j *1 
 
 But lince our Se&s in Prophecy grew high'r, (Dryd.Med. S 
 The Text infpires not them, but they the Text infpire. J 
 
 S E M E L E. 
 
 . Th* unwary Nymph defir'd of Jove, 
 
 He wou'd, when next he courts the Rites of Love, 
 
 Defcend 
 
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 Defcend triumphant from th' etherial Sky, 
 
 In all the Pomp of his Divinity ; 
 
 Encompafs'd round by thofe celeftial Charms, 
 
 With which he fills th' immortal Juno's Arms : 
 
 He granted her Requeft, and, ftrait afcending, ftlrowds 
 
 His awful Brow in Whirlwinds and in Clouds : 
 
 Whil'ft all around, in terrible Array, 
 
 His Thunders rattle, and his Lightnings play : 
 
 Thus terribly adorn'd, with Horrour bright, 
 
 Th* illuftrious God, defcending from his Height, 
 
 Came rufhing on her in z Flood of Light. 
 
 The mortal Dame, too feeble to engage 
 
 The Lightning's Flaflies and the Thunder's Rage, 
 
 Confum'd amidft the Glories (he defir'd, 
 
 And in the Thunderer's Embrace expir'd. Add. Ovid. 
 
 All fhining in celeftial Charms 
 
 Jove came triumphant to a Mortal's Arms : 
 
 And all his Glories o'er her Limbs were fpread, 
 
 And blazing Light'nings danc'd around her Bed. Pope. Star, 
 
 So Semele, contented with the Rape 
 Of }ove, difguifed in a mortal Shape, 
 When (he beheld his Hands with Lightning fill'd, 
 And his bright Rays, was with Amazement kill'd. Wall, 
 Beauteous Semele does no lefs 
 
 Her cruel Midwife Thunder blefs, 
 
 Whilft, fporting with the Gods on high, 
 
 Sh* enjoys fecure their Company, 
 
 Plays with Light'nings as they fly, (Pind» 
 
 Nor trembles at the bright Embraces of the Deity. Cowl. 
 
 SERENITT of Mind. 
 
 The Mind 
 
 Tn all AiTaulrs of Fortune (hou'd be ftill ferene : 
 
 Not in the Pow'r of Accident or Chance.Steele.LyingLovsr, 
 
 A Soul fo calm, it knew not Ebbs or Flows j 
 Which PafTIon cou'd but curl, not difcompofe. Dryd, 
 
 In cool delib'rate Thought fhe views the Scene 
 Of War j and in a Tempeft fhines ferene. 
 So when impetuous Paflions tofs the Soul, 
 And Tides of boiling Blood relu&ant roul j 
 Imperial Reafon keeps her awful Throne, 
 Above the Tumult reigns unmov'd alone: 
 At her Command inteftine Difcords ceafe ; 
 ' And all th* inferiour Pow'rs lie hufh'd in Peace, Trapp, 
 No Difcord in thy Soul did reft, 
 Save what its Harmony increas'd ; 
 
 Thy^ 
 
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 Thy Mind did with fuch reg'lar Calmnefs move, 1 
 As held Refemblancc with the greater Mind above : 
 Reafon there fix'd its peaceful Throne, 
 
 And reign'd alone : 
 The Paffions rais'd no civil Wars, 
 Nor difcompos'd thee with interline Jars : 
 All threw their refty Tempers by, 
 And gentle Figures drew j 
 Gentle as Nature in its Infancy, 
 As when themfelves in their firft Beings grew. 
 Thy Soul within fuch frlent Pomp did keep, 
 As if Humanity were lull'd afleep : 
 So gentle was thy Pilgrimage beneath, 
 
 Time's unheard Feet fcarce make lefs Noife, 
 Or the foft Journey, which a Planet goes: 
 
 Life feem'd all calm as its laft Breath j 
 A ftill Tranquillity fo hufh'd thy Breaft, 
 
 As if fome Halcyon were its Gueft, 
 
 And there had built her Neft : 
 
 As that fmooth Sea, which wears the Name of Peace, 
 
 Still with one even Face appears, 
 And feels no Tides to change it from its Place, 
 No Waves to alter the fair Form it bears : 
 As that unfpotted Sky, 
 Where Nile does Want of Rain fupply, 
 Is free from Clouds, from Storm is ever free: 
 So thy nnvary'd Mind was always one, 
 And with fuch clear Serenity ftill (hone, 
 As caus'd thy little World to feem alltemp'rate Zone. Oldh. 
 
 S E R ? E N r. 
 
 The noifome Serpents, with collected Tail, 
 Writhe on the Ground, or fpiral Volumes trail. Laud. Virg. 
 
 So glides fome trodden Serpent on the Grafs, 
 And long behind his wounded Volume trails. Dryd. 
 
 So Serpents, that, entangled, lay afleep, 
 From out their Beds, difturb'd and waken'd, creep : 
 They hifs, and caft their firy Eyes around ; 
 And with their loathfome Bellies mark the Ground : 
 For Flight their pois'nous Volumes they difplay, 
 And, urg'd with Fear and Anguifh,ha(te away.Blac.P.Arth. 
 
 Then two prodigious Serpents were defcry'd, 
 V/hofe circling Strokes the Seas fmooth Face divide: 
 Above the Deep they raife their fcaly Crefts, 
 And flem the Flood with their erected Breaits : 
 
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 Their winding Tails advance, and freer their Couife, 
 And 'gainll the Shore the breaking Billows force : 
 Now landing, from rheir brandifh'd Tongues there came 
 A dreadful Hifs, and from their Eyes a Flame. Denh. Virg. 
 
 Serpent /Iain by Cadmus. 
 
 Deep in the Den a dreadful Serpent lies, 
 Bloated with Poifon to a monftrous Size : 
 Bright is his Creft, his Scales are burnifli'd Gold, 
 BloodQiothis Eyes, and ghaftly to behold : 
 Three Tongues he bvandifhes : as many Rows 
 Or jaggy Teeth his op'ning Jaws difclofe : 
 He ftrait beilirs him, and begins to rife, *\ 
 
 And now with dreadful Hi (Tings fills the Skies, \ 
 
 And darts his forky Tongues, and roulshis glaring Eyes, } 
 Above the tailed Trees he rais'd his Face, 
 His hinder Circles floating on the Grafs : 
 In winding Mazes then himfelf he roul'd, 
 And leap'd upon them in a mighty Fold. 
 Of fuch a Bulk, and fuch a monftrous Size, *% 
 
 The Serpent in the Polar Circle lies, S 
 
 That ftretches over half the northern Skies. J 
 
 Some die entangled in the knotty Train ; 
 Some are devour'd, or feel a loathfome Death, 
 Swoln up with Blalls of peitilential Breath : 
 Cadmus prepar'd a pond'rous Stone to throw, 
 And in a Whirlwind fent it at the Foe : 
 A batter'd Tow'r had fcarce fuftain'd the Blow. 
 But nothing here th' unwieldy Rock avails, 
 Rebounding haimlefs from the plaited Scales: 
 The Serpent's Hide preferv'd him from a Wound, 
 And native Armour ci ufted him around : 
 With more Succefs a pointed Jav'lin fl:w, 
 Which at his Back the raging Cadmus thrtw : 
 Thro' the thick Scales and Fkfh ic took its Courfc, 
 And in the fpinal Marrow fpent its Force. 
 The Serpent hifs'd aloud, and rag'd in vain, 
 And writh'd his Body to and fro with Pain; 
 And bit the Spear, and wrench'd the Vood away; 
 The Point (till bury'd in the Ma-row lay : 
 And now his Rage encreafmg with his Pain, 
 Reddens his Eyes, and beats in ev'iy Vein : 
 His grinding Jaws are whiten'd into Foam, 
 And from his Mouth the blafting Vapours come: 
 The Plan's around him wither in the Blaft, 
 Such as th' infernal Stygian Waters cafr. : 
 Now in a Maze of Rings he lies enroul'd, 
 Ndw all untwifted, and without a Fold* Now, 
 
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 Now, like a Torrent, with a mighty Force, 
 Bears down the Forcft in his boilt'rous Courfe : 
 Cadmus gave back, and on a Lion's fpoil 
 Suftain'd the Shock, then forc'd him to recoil : 
 The pointed Spear ftill warded off his Rage : 
 Mad with his Pain?, and furious to engage, 
 The Serpent champs the Steel, and bites the Spear, 
 'Till Blood and Venom all the Point bcfmear : 
 But ftill the Hurt, he yet receiv'd, was flight : 
 For, whilft the Champion with redoubled Might, 
 Strikes home the Tav'lin, his retiring Foe 
 Shrinks from the 'Wound, and difappoints the Blow. 
 The dauntlefs Hero ftill purfues his Stroke, 
 And prefles forward, 'rill a knotty Oak 
 Retards the Serpent's Flight, and flops him in the Rear : 
 Full in hi6 Throat he plung'd the fatal Srjear, 
 That thro' the Serpent's Neck a Paflage found, 
 And pierc'd the knotty Timber thro* the Wound : 
 Fix'd to the reeling Trunk, with many a Stroke 
 Of his huge Tail, the Serpent lafh'd the Oak ; 
 Till, (pent with Toil, and lab'ring hard for Breath, 
 He now lay twirling in the Pangs of Death. Add. Ovid.. 
 
 Serpent turrid into Stone. 
 The Serpent, who his Maw obfcene had fill'd, 
 The Branches in his curl'd Embraces held : 
 But, as in Spires he flood, he turn'd to Stone : 
 The ftony Snake retain'd the Figure ftill his own. Dr. Ovid, 
 
 SESOSTRIS. 
 
 In Heart elate, 
 
 As erft Sefoftris, proud Egyptian King, 
 That Monarchs, harnefs'd, to his Chariot yok'd, 
 Bafe Servitude ! and his dethron'd Compeers 
 Lafh'd furious : They, in fallen Majefty, 
 Drew the uneafy Load.' — Phil, 
 
 SHADE. 
 
 A fpacious pleafing Shade, 
 
 Which neither Heat can pierce, nor Cold invade. Dr. Ovid' 
 
 A fecret Shade, 
 
 By Elms and Hazels mingling Branches made : 
 Where whiffling Winds the bending Branches fhake, 
 And in their Play the Shades uncertain make. Duke. Virg. 
 
 Beneath 
 
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 Beneath the Shade, which beechen Boughs diffufe, 
 You Tity'rus entertain your fylvan Mufe. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 Secure from Sight, beneath a pleafing Shade, 
 Where tufted Trees a native Arbour made. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 " This gloomy Shade 
 Seems for Retreat of thoughtful Mufes made ! Dr. Virg. 
 
 This Place may feem for Shepherds Leifure made j 
 So lovingly thtfe Elms unite their Shade. Pope. 
 
 Go feek fome ancient Oak, whofe Arms extend 
 
 In ample Breadth.' ■ 
 
 Or folitary Grove ; or gloomy Glade ; 
 
 To (hield thee with its venerable Shade. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 SHAME. 
 
 O'er their fair Cheeks the glowing blufhe? rife : 
 Their down caft Looks a decent Shame confefs'd.Pope.Stat. 
 
 There's none from their own Senfe of Shame can fly j 
 And Dregs of Paflions dwell with Mifery. How. 
 
 The Wretch, that to a fcorn'd Condition's thrown, 
 With the World's Favour, lofes too his own. How. 
 Shame is but where with Wickednefs 'tis join'd. Dr.Auren. 
 ■ I know not how to tell thee ; 
 
 Shame rifes in my Face, and interrupts 
 The Story cf my Tongue. Otw. Orph. 
 
 Moon ltep behind fome Cloud ; fome Tempeft rife, 
 And blow out all the Stars that light the Skies' 
 To fhrowd my Shame.—— Dryd. Ind. Emp. 
 Oh ! thou haft known but little of Califta : 
 If thou hadft never heard my Shame ; if only 
 The midnight Moon and lilent Stars had feen it j 
 I would not bear to be reproached by them ; 
 But dig down deep to find a Grave beneath, 
 
 And hide me from their Beams. Rowe. Fair Fen. 
 
 No fooner did the Knight perceive her, 
 But ftrait he fell into a Fever j 
 Inflam'd all over with Difgrace, 
 To be feen by her in fuch a Place; 
 \Vhich made him hang his Head, and fcoul, 
 And wink, and goggle like an Owl. Hud. 
 
 SHEPHERD. 
 
 Whilomc did I, all as this Poplar fair, 
 Upraife my heedlefs Head, devoid of Care : 
 *Mong ruftick Routs the Chief for wanton Game j 
 Nor cou'd they merry make, 'till Lobbin came ; 
 
 Who 
 
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 Who better feen than I in Shepherds Arts, 
 
 To pleafe the Lads, and win the LafTes Hearts ? 
 
 How deftly, to mine oaten-Reed fo fweet, 
 
 Wont they upon the Green to fhift their Feet ? 
 
 And, when the Dance was done, how wou'd they yearn 
 
 Some well devifed Tale from me to learn ? 
 
 For many Songs and Tales of Mirth had I, 
 
 To chace the hng'ring Sun adown the Sky. Pope. 
 
 A Shepherd now along the Plain he roves, 
 And with his jolly Pipe delights the Groves : 
 The neighb'ring Swains around the Stranger throng, 
 Or to admire, or emulate, his Song; 
 While with foft Sorrow he renews his Lays, 
 Not heedful of their Envy, nor their Praife : 
 But, foon as Emma's Eyes ad.-rn the Plain, 
 His Notes he raifes to a nobler Strain, 
 With dutiful Refpedt and ftudious Fear, 
 Left any carelefs Sound offend her Ear. Prior. 
 
 Thus the good Shepherd tends his fleecy Care j 
 Seeks frefheft Paftures, and the pureft Air; 
 Explores the loft, the wand'ring Sheep directs j 
 By Day o'erfees them, and by Night prote&s : 
 The tender Lambs he raifes in his Arms, 
 Feeds from his Hand, and in his Bofom warms.—* 
 
 SHIELD. 
 
 He bore a vaft Circumference of a Shield, 
 Moony and large, and cover'd o'er with Gold. Br. Horn. 
 
 ■ Like the Moon at full, his fpacious Shield, 
 
 Blaz'd on his Arm, and daz,led all the Field. Blac.K.Arth. 
 
 The Latians faw from far, with daz-led Eyes, 
 The radiant Creft, that feem'd in Flames to rife, 
 And dart diffufive Fires around the Field ; 
 And the keen glitt'ring of the golden Shield : 
 So Sirius, flaihing forth finifter Lights, (Dryd. Virg. 
 
 Pale human Rind with Plagues,and with dry Famine frights. 
 
 The ample Shield, 
 
 Pond'rous with precious Weight, and rough with Coll 
 Of the round World in riling Gold embois'd. Dryd. Ovid. 
 
 Shield ■ofyEneas. 
 
 He moft admires the Shield's myfterious Mould j 
 And Roman Triumphs riling on the Gold : 
 For thofe, embofs'd, the heav'nly Smich had wrought ; • 
 Nor in the Rolls of future Fame untaught 5 
 
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 The Wars in Order, and the Race divine 
 
 Of Warriours, ifTuing from thejulian Line : Dryd. Virg. 
 
 In Mars his Cave, with maffy Verdure drefs'd, 
 
 The Wolf and royal Twins his Art exprefs'd : 
 
 Sucking her Teats the Infants fearlcfs hung, 
 
 And play'd fecure : fhe, with her fawning Tongue, 
 
 Their tender Bodies form*d ; they kifs'd herBreaft ; 
 
 Bending her Neck, fhe one by one carefs'd : Laud. Virg. 
 
 Not far from thence new Rome appears ; with Games, 
 
 Projected for the Rape of Sabine Dames : 
 
 The Pit refounds with Shrieks : a Warfucceeds, 
 
 For Breach of publick Faith ; and unexampled Deeds : 
 
 Here for Revenge the Sabine Troops contend : 
 
 The Romans there with Arms their Prey defend : 
 
 Weary 'd with tedious War, at length they ceafe; 
 
 And both the Kings and Kingdoms plight the Peace : 
 
 The friendly Chiefs before Jove's Altar ftand ; 
 
 Both arm'd ; with each a Charger in his Hand : 
 
 A fatted Sow for Sacrifice is led ; 
 
 With Imprecations on the pei jur'd Head. 
 
 Near this, the Traytor Metius, ftretch'd between 
 
 Four firy Steeds, is dragg'd along the Green, 
 
 By Tullus' Doom : The Brambles drink his Blood j 
 
 And his torn Limbs are left, the Vulture's Food. 
 
 There, Porfena to Rome proud Tarquin brings ; 
 
 And would by Force reftore the banifh'd Kings : 
 
 One Tyrant for his Fellow Tyrant fights : 
 
 The Roman Youth afTert their native Rights : 
 
 Before the Town, the Tufcan Army lies; 
 
 To win by Famine, or by Fraud furpr'rze : 
 
 Their King, half th; eat'ning, half difdaining, flood ; 
 
 While Cocles broke the Bridge, and ftem'd the Flood : 
 
 The Captive Maids there tempt the raging Tide, 
 
 'Scap'd from their Chains, with Clelia for their Guide. 
 
 High on a Rock, heroick Manlius flood, 
 
 To guard the Temple, and the Temple's God : 
 
 Then Rome was poor : and there you might behold 
 
 The Palace, thatch'd with Straw, now roof'd with Gold: 
 
 The filver Goofe before the fhininj; Gate 
 
 Tnere flew; and, by her Cackle (av'd the State: 
 
 She told the Gauls Approach : th' approaching Gauls, 
 
 Obfcure in Night, afcend, and feize the Walls : 
 
 The Gold d fTembled well their yellow Hair ; 
 
 And golden Chains on their white Necks they wear ; 
 
 Gold are their Vefts : long Alpine Spears they wield j 
 
 And their left Arm fuftains a Length of Shield : 
 
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 Hard by, rhe leaping Salian Priefts advance j 
 
 And naked thro' the Streets the mad Luperci dance, 
 
 In Caps of Wooll : the Targets dropp'd from Heav'n . 
 
 Here modeft Matrons, in foft Litters driv'n, 
 
 To pay their Vows in folemn Pomp appear ; 
 
 And od'rous Gums in their chafte Hands they bear : 
 
 Far hence remov'd, the Stygian Seats are feen j 
 
 Pains of the Damn'd; and punifh'd Catiline : 
 
 Hung on a Rock the Traitor j and around, 
 
 The Furies hilling from the nether Ground. 
 
 Apart from thefe, the happy Souls he draws ; 
 
 And Cato's holy Ghoft, difpenfing Laws. 
 
 Betwixt the Quarters flows a golden Sea : 
 
 But foaming Surges, there, in Silver play : 
 
 The dancing Dolphins, with their Tails, divide 
 
 The glitt'ring Waves ; and cut the precious Tide : 
 
 Amid the Main, two mighty Fleets engage 
 
 Their brazen Beaks ; oppos'd with equal Rage : 
 
 A&ium furveys the welldifputed Prize : 
 
 Leucate's wat'ry Plain, with foaming Billows, fpies : 
 
 Youn^ Caefar, on the Stern, in Armour bright, 
 
 Here leads the Romans and their Gods to Fight : 
 
 His beamy Temples fhoot their Flames afar ; 
 
 And o'er his Head is hung the Julian Star : 
 
 Agrippa feconds him, with profp'rous Gales j 
 
 And, with propitious Gods, his Foes aflails : 
 
 A naval Crown, that binds his manly Brows, 
 
 The happy Fortune of the Fight forefhows. 
 
 Rang'd on the Line oppos'd, Amonius brings 
 
 Barbarian Aids; and Troops of Eaftern Kings : 
 
 Th' Arabians near, and Ba&rians from afar, 
 
 Of Tongues difcordant; and a mingled War ; 
 
 And, rich in gawdy Robes, amidft the Strife, 
 
 His ill Fate follows him ; th' Egyptian Wife 
 
 Moving they fight : with Oars, and forky Prows, 
 
 The Froth is gather'd; and the Water glows: 
 
 Fire-Bails are thrown; and pointed Jav'lins fly: 
 
 The Fields of Neptune take a purple Dye : 
 
 The Queen her felf, amidft the loud Alarms, 
 
 With Cymbals tofs'd her fainting Soldiers warms j 
 
 Fool as fhe was ; who had nor yet divin'd 
 
 Her cruel Fate, nor faw the Snakes behind : 
 
 Her Country Gods, the Monfters of the Sky, 
 
 Great Neptune, Pallas, and Love's Queen defie : 
 
 The Dog Anubis barks, but barks in vain ; 
 
 Nor longer dares oppofe th' iEtherial Train, 
 
 Mars, in the Middle of the fhining Shield. 
 
 Is grav'd, and ihides along the liquid Field .- The 
 
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 The Dirrc fowfe horn Heav'n, with fwift Defcent j 
 
 And Difcord, dy'd in Blood, with Garments rent, 
 
 Divides the Preace : Her Steps Bellona treads ; 
 
 And (hakes her iron Rod above their Heads. 
 
 This feen, Apollo, from his A&ian Height 
 
 Poms down his Arrows ; at whofe winged Flight, 
 
 The trembling Indians arid Egyptians yield j 
 
 And foft Saboeans quit the wat'ry Field : 
 
 The fatal Miftrefs hoifts her filken Sails ; 
 
 And, fhrinkingfrom the Fight, invokes the Gales : 
 
 Agnail file looks ; and heaves her Breaft for Breath j 
 
 Panring, and pale, with Fear of future Death: 
 
 The God had figur'd her, as driv'n along 
 
 By Winds and Waves; and fcudding thro' the Throng: 
 
 J u ft oppoiite, fad Nilus opens wide 
 
 His Arms and ample Bofom to the Tide ; 
 
 And fpreadshis Mantle o'er the winding Coaft ; 
 
 In which he wraps his Queen, and hides the flying Hoft. 
 
 The Victor to the Gods his Thanks exprefs'd : 
 
 And Rome, triumphant, with his Prefence blefs'd : 
 
 Three hundred Temples in the Town he plac'd, 
 
 With Spoils and Altars ev'ry Temple grae'd : 
 
 Three fhining.Nights, and three fucceeding Days. ~t 
 
 The Fields refound with Shouts, theStreets withPraife j > 
 
 The Domes v>'irh Songs, the Theatres with Plays: j 
 
 All Altars flame : before each Altar lies ; 
 
 Drench'd in his Gore, the deftin'd Sacrifice. 
 
 Great Casfar fits fublime upon hisThrone, 
 
 Before Apollo's Porch of Parian Stone ; 
 
 Accepts the Pi efents, yow'd for Victory; 
 
 And hangs the monumental Crowns on high : 
 
 Vaft Crowds of vanquiflVd Nations march along $ 
 
 Various in Arms, in Habit, and in Tongue : 
 
 And here, the tam'd Euphrates humbly glides ; 
 
 And there the Rhine fubmits her willing Tides; 
 
 And proud A'raxes, whom no Bridge could bind : 
 
 The Danes unconquer'd Offspring march behind j 
 
 And Morini, the laii of human Kind. 
 
 Thefe Figures on the Shield, divinely wrought, 
 
 With Joy and Wonder fiil'd the Hero's Thought : 
 
 Unknown the Names, yet he admires the Grace ; (fan. 
 
 And bears aloft the Fame and Fortune of his Race. Dryd. 
 
 S H I M E I. 
 
 The Wretch, who Heav'n's anointed dar'd to curfe : 
 Shimei, whofe Youth did early Promife bring . 
 Of Zeal to God, and Hatred to his K-ing, Did 
 
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 Did wifely from expenfive Sins refrain, 
 
 And never broke the Sabbath but for Gain : 
 
 Nor ever was he known an Oath to vent, 
 
 Or curfe, unlefs againft the Government : 
 
 Thus, heaping Wealth by the moil ready Way 
 
 Among the Jews, which was to cheat and pray, 
 
 The City, to reward his pious Hate 
 
 Againft: his Matter, chofe him Magiftrate: 
 
 His Hand a Vareof Jufticedid uphold, 
 
 His Neck was loaded with a Chain of Gold : 
 
 During his Office Treafon was no Crime j . 
 
 The Sons of Belial had a glorious Time :. 
 
 For Shimei, tho' not prodigal of Pelf, 
 
 Yet lov'd his wicked Neighbour as himfelf : 
 
 When two or three were gather'd to declaim, } 
 
 Againft the Monarch of Jerufalem, \ 
 
 Shimei was always in the midft of them : > 
 
 And if they curs'd the King, when he was by, 
 
 Would rather curfe, than break good Company. 
 
 If any durft his factious Friends accufe, 
 
 He pack'd a Jury of duTenting Jews, 
 
 Whofe fellow-feeling in the godly Cauie 
 
 Would free the fufT'ring Saint from human Laws : 
 
 For Laws are only made to punifh thofe 
 
 Who ferve the King, and to protect his Foes : 
 
 If any leifureTime he had from Pow'r, 
 
 Becaufe 'tis Sin to mifemploy an Hour, 
 
 His Bus'nefs was by Writing to perfuade, 
 
 That Kings were ufelefs, and a Clog to Trade : 
 
 And, that his noble Style he mi^ht refine, 
 
 No Rechabite more fhun'd the Fumes of Wine : 
 
 Chafte were his Cellars, and his Shrieval Board 
 
 The Grofnefs of a City Feaft abhor'd : 
 
 His Cooks, thro' long Difufe, their Trade forgot : 
 
 Cool was his Kitchin. tho' his Brains were hot : 
 
 Such frugal Virtue Malice may accufe ; 
 
 But fure'rwas neceflary to the Jews : 
 
 For Towns, once burnt, fuch Magistrates require 
 
 As dare nor tempt God's Providence by Fire. 
 
 With fpir'cual Food he fed his Servants well ; 
 
 But free from Flefh j that made the Jews rebel: 
 
 And Mofes' Laws he held in more Account, 
 
 For forty Days of failing in the Mount. Dryd. Abf. & Ach. 
 
 SHIPS. 
 
 Where-e'er thy Navy fpreads her Canvas Wings 
 Homage to thee, and Peace to all fhe brings : The 
 
S H So; 
 
 The French and Spaniards, when thy Flags appear, 
 
 Forget their Hatred, and confent to tear : 
 
 So Jove from Ida, did both Hofts furvey, 
 
 And, when he pleas'd to thunder, part the Fray, 
 
 Ships heretofore on Seas, like Fifties, fped j 
 
 The mightiert ft ill upon the fmalleft fed : 
 
 Thou on the Deep impofeft nobler Laws, 
 
 And, by thatjuftice, haftremov'd the Caufe 
 
 Of thofe rude Tempefts, which, for Rapine lent, 
 
 Too oft, alas ! involv'd the Innocent. 
 
 Now fhall the Ocean, as thy Thames, be free 
 
 From both thofe Fates, of Storms, and Piracy. 
 
 Should Nature's felf invade the World again, 
 
 And o'er the Centre fpread the liquid Main ■> 
 
 Thy Pow'r were fafe, and her deftruclive Hand 
 
 Would but enlarge the Bounds of thy Command : 
 
 Thy dreadful Fleet would ftylethee Lord of all, 
 
 And ride in Triumph o'er the drowned Ball : 
 
 Thofe Tow'rs of Oak o'er fertile Plains might go, 
 
 And vifit Mountains, where they once did grow. 
 
 The World's Reftorer never could endure, 
 
 That finiQi'd Babel fhould thofe Men fecure, 
 
 Whofe Pride delign'd that Fabrick to have Itood 
 
 Above the Reach of any fecond Flood : 
 
 To Thee, his Chofen, more indulgent He 
 
 Dares truft fuch Pow'r with fo much Piety. 
 
 Thofe which inhabit the Celeftial Bow'r 
 
 Painters exprefs with Emblems of their Pow'r : 
 
 His Club Alcides, Phoebus has his Bow,(K.ing,on his Navy. 
 
 Jove has his Thunder, and your Navy you. Wall. To the 
 
 — — — They from afar 
 View'd the wing'd Terrours and the floating War. Blac. 
 
 The Billows ne'er fo vaft a Burden bore : 
 The ftraintng Winds ne'er toil'd fo hard before : 
 Ships of prodigious Bignefs load the Flood $ 
 Each feem'd a Caftle, and her Marts a Wood : 
 The glorious Squadrons awful Order keep, 
 And move in flow ProceiTion on the Deep : 
 Their Eniigns proudly ftreaming in the Air, *| 
 
 The Fleet half gilt', half painted, feem'd to wear C 
 
 Rather the Face of Triumph, than of War. Blac. Eliza. J 
 
 . He brufh'd the briny Flood : 
 
 Upon his Stern a brawny Centaur flood, 
 Who heav'da Rock; and, threat'ning ftillto throw 
 With lifted Hands, alarm'd the Seas below : 
 They feem'd to fear the formidable Sight, 
 And roul'd their Billows on to fpeed his Flight. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 Their 
 
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 Their Heads to Sea, the Ships fecurely ride ; 
 Hemming the Shore, at Anchor, Side by Side. Laud. Virg. 
 
 SHIPWRECK. 
 
 Thus a well-fraught Ship 
 
 Long fail'd fecure, or thro'th' jSLgean Deep, 
 
 Or thro' the Jonian, till, cruiiing near 
 
 The Lilybaean Shore, with hideous Crafh 
 
 On Scylla, or Charybdis, dang'rous Rocks, 
 
 She ftrikes ; rebounding whence the fliatter'd Oak, 
 
 So fierce a Shock unable to withftand, 
 
 Admits the Sea in at the gaping Side : 
 
 The crowding Waves gufh with impetuous Rage, 
 
 Refiftlefs, overwhelming: Horrours fe'rze 
 
 The Mariners, Death in their Eyes appears ; 
 
 They ftare, they lave, they pump, they fwcar, they pray > 
 
 Vain Efforts! ftill the batr/ring Waves rufh in 
 
 Implacable, 'till, delug'd by the Foam, 
 
 The Ship finks found'ring in the vaft Abyfs. Phil. 
 
 The cloudy Skies a gath'ring Storm prefage, 
 And Aufterfrom the South began to rage : 
 Full from the Land the founding Tempeft roars, 
 Repels the fwelling Surge, and fweepsthe Shoresj 
 The Wind purfues, drives on the rouling Sand, 
 And gives new Limits to the growing Land : 
 Spite of the Seaman's Toil the Storm prevails, 
 In vain with skilful Strength he hands the Sails ; 
 In vain the cordy Cables bind them fad, 
 At once it rips and rends them from the Maft j 
 At once the Winds the flutt'ring Canvas tear 
 Then whirl and whisk it thro' the fportive Air. 
 Some, timely for the rifmg Rage prepar'd, 
 Furl the loofe Sheet, and laih it to the Yard : 
 In vain their Care ; fuddain the furious Blair. 
 Snaps by the Board, and bears away, the Maft: 
 Of Tackling, Sails, and Malt, at once bereft, 
 The Ship a naked helplefs Hull is left: 
 Forc'd round and round, (he quits her purpos'd Way, 
 And bounds uncertain o'er the fwelling Sea. 
 Some on the Shallows ftrike, and doubtful ftand, 
 Part beat by Waves, part fixt upon the Sand. 
 Now, pent amidft the Shoals, the Billows roar, 
 Dafih on the Banks, and fcorn the new-made Shore ; 
 Now by the Wind driv'n on in Heaps they (well ; 
 The fkdfaft Banks both Winds and Waves repel : 
 
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 Still with united Force they rage in vain, n 
 
 The Tandy Piles their Station nx'd maintain, j» 
 
 And lift their Heads fecure amidft the wat'ry Plain. S 
 
 There, Tcap'd from Seas, upon the faithlefs Strand, > 
 
 With weeping Eyes the fhipwreck'd Seamen ftand, S 
 
 And, caft aftiore, look vainly out for Land. Rowe. Luc. > 
 
 The Veffel ftruck the Shore, (M. Bride. 
 
 And, bulging 'gainlt a Rock, was dafli'd in Pieces. Cong. 
 
 SHOUT. 
 
 With fuch loud Shouts they made the Mountains ring, 
 
 As funk the Winds: ■» 
 
 So thund'ring Cannon, when two Fleets ingage, 
 With their loud Roar the raging Seas afluage, (K. Arth. 
 Awe lift'ning Winds, and calm their weaker Rage. Blac. 
 A fuddain Shout ran thro* th'applauding Field. Bl . P. Arth. 
 Hark, the triumphant Shouts from ev'ry Voice ! 
 The Skies with Acclamations ring ! 
 Hark, how, around, the Hills rejoice, 
 And Rocks reflected Io's fing ! 
 Hautboys, and Feifs, and Trumpets join'd, 
 Heroick Harmony prepare, 
 And charm to Silence ev'ry Wind, 
 And glad the late tormented Air. Cong. 
 They both were parted on a fuddain, 
 With hideous Clamour and a loud one : 
 As if all Sorts of Noife had been 
 Contracted into one loud Din ; 
 Or that fome Member to be chofen, 
 Had got the Odds above a Thoufand; 
 And by the Greatnefs of his Noife 
 Prov'd fittell for his Countrey's Choice. Hud. 
 
 He heard a dreadful Shout, 
 
 And loud as putting to the Rour. Hud. 
 Their jocund Shouts th'Air, like a Storm, did tear j 
 The Clouds, amaz.'d,fled fwifr away for Fear. Cowl. David. 
 
 At that a Peal of loud Applaufe rang out, 
 And thinn'd the Air, till ev'n the Birds fell down 
 
 Upon the Shouters Heads. Dryd. Cleom. 
 
 That Shout, like the hoarfe Peals of Vultures, rings, 
 When over righting Fields they beat their Wings. Dryd. 
 
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 Hark, how they fhout to the Battel ! how the Air 
 Totters and reels, and rends a-pieces, Drufus, 
 
 W.th their huge volly'd Clamours. Beaum. Bonduca. 
 
 They with mighty Shouts 
 
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 Shook the tormented Heav'ns, and ftedfaft Earth. Br.Hom' 
 
 The tilting Armies (hook with Shouts the Ground : 
 Therowling Billows of the ftormy Deep, 
 When Boreas drives them tumbling to the Shores, 
 Not fo refound : not fo the furious Flames, 
 Which on a Mountain lay a Foreft wafte, 
 Rife to the Heav'ns, and bellow in the Clouds : ' 
 Not the loud Winds, when, rufhing from the Skies, 
 They rend a Wood, and, with tempeftuous Roar. 
 Force the whole Foreft to the trembling Ground. Br.Hom. 
 
 Jack Straw, at London-done, with all his Rout, 
 Struck not the City with fo loud a Shout ; 
 Not when with Engliflh Hate they did puifue 
 A French Man, or an unbelieving Jew : 
 Not when the Welkin rung with one and all j 
 And Echos bounded back from Fox's Hall : 
 Earth feem'd to fink beneath, and Heav'n above to fall. 
 
 (Dryd. Chauc. The Cock, and the Fox* 
 
 The partial Crowd their Hopes and Fears divide j 
 And aid, with eager Shouts, the favour'd Side: 
 Cries, Murmurs, Clamours, with a mixing Sound, (Virg. 
 From Woods to Woods, from Hills to Hills, rebound. Dr. 
 
 The diftant Cries come driving in the Wind : 
 Shouts from the Walls, but Shouts in Murmurs drown'd j 
 A jarring Mixture, and a boding Sound. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 SHRIEKS. 
 
 Then from afar he heard a fcreaming Sound, 
 As of a Dame diftrefs'd, who cry'd for Aid, 
 And fill'd with loud Laments the fecret Shade. Dryd. 
 
 CBocc. Theod, 8c Hon. 
 
 At this, fhe caft a loud and frightful Cry. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 She rent the Heav'n with loud Laments, imploring Aid. 
 (Dryd. Bccc. Theod. Sc Hon. 
 
 Not louder Cries, when Ilium was in Flames, 
 Were fentto Heav'n by woful Trojan Dames; 
 When Pyrrhus tofs'd on high his burnifh'd Blade, 
 And orTer'd Piiam to his Father's Shade. Dryd. Chauc. The 
 
 (Cock and the Fox. 
 
 With fov'reign Shrieks fhe wail'd her Captive Knight, 
 Far louder than the Carthaginian Wife, 
 When Afdrubal, her Husband, loft his Life; 
 When fhe beheld the fmould'ring Flames afcend, 
 And all the Punick Glories at an End : 
 Willing into the Fires fhe plung'd her Head, 
 With greater Eafe than others feck their Bed. 
 
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 Not more agnail the Matrons of Renown, 
 When Tyrant Nero burnt the imperial Town, 
 Shriek'd for the Downfal in a doleful Cry, 
 For which their guiltlefs Lords were doom'd to die. Dryd. 
 (Chauc. The Cock and the Fo*. 
 
 He, roaring, fills the flitting Air around : 
 Thus when an Ox receives a glancing Wound, 
 He breaks his Bands ; the fatal Altar flies ; 
 And with loud Bellowings breaks the yielding Skies. Dr.V. 
 
 So a fad Cry did wond'ring^ile affright, f Arth. 
 
 When Egypt's firft-born Youth were (lain, by Night. Bl. P. 
 
 Now Screams of Horrour rend th' affrighted Skies : 
 Not louder Shrieks by Dames to Heav'n are call, 
 When Husbands or when Monkeys breathe their laft : 
 Or when rich China-VefTels, fall'n from high, 
 In glitt'ring Duft, and painted Fragments lie. Pope, 
 
 SICKNESS. 
 
 Difeafe (bllicits her with impious Care, 
 And too, too fa ft her precious Spirits wear ; 
 Not thus her Charms : Ev'n yielding, how (he reigns, 
 And conquers others, while her felt :*s in Chains 1 
 Great, yet oppeft ! Were Virtue's linage feen, 
 Virtue could look but equal Ty ferene ; 
 In Pain (he proves the Promife of her Mind, 
 And only, when (he dies, deceives Mankind. — — 
 
 Never did Sicknefs in fuch Pomp appear, 
 Difeafe it felf look'd amiable there. 
 So Clouds, which would obfcurethe Sun, oft gilded be, 
 And Shades are taught to (nine as bright as be. Oldh. 
 
 Mean while all Means, allD.ugsprefribed are, 
 Which the Decays of Health, or Strength repair : 
 Bu' thefe in vain ! they rougher Methods try, 
 And now you're martyr'd, that you may not die : 
 Sad Scenes of Fate, when Tortures were your Gain, 
 And 'twas a Kindnefs thought to wifh you Pain ! 
 As if the flacken'd String oF Life, run down, 
 Could only by the Rack be fcru'd in Tune. Oldh. 
 
 A Lethargy, like yours, each Bread did feize, 
 And all by Sympathy catch'd your Difeafe : 
 Around you filent Imag'ry appears, 
 And nought in the Spectators moves, but Tears. Oldh. 
 
 The Queen of Love we're told, once let us fee, 
 That Goddefles from Wounds could not be free 5 
 And you, by this unwifh'd Occalion, ihew, 
 That they, like mortal us, can Sicknefs know. Oldh. 
 
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 The Fever, cv'iy Moment, more prevails, 
 Its Rage her Body feels, and Tongue bewails : 
 She, whofe Difdainfomany Lovers prove. 
 Sighs now for Torment, as they figh for Love. D. of Buck. 
 
 Like fome well-fafhion'd Arch thy Patience flood, 
 Andpurchas'd Firmnefsfrom its greater Load : 
 Thole Shapes of Torture, which to view in Paint 
 
 Would make another faint. 
 Thou could'ft endure with true Reality, 
 And feel what fomc could hardly bear to fee : 
 Thofe Indians, who their Kings by Torture chufe, 
 Subjecting all the royal Ifiue to thatTeft, 
 
 Can ne'er thy Sway refufe, 
 If he deferves to reign, that fuffers befr, : 
 Had thofe fierce Savages thy Patience view'd, 
 
 Thou 'adft claim'd their Choice alone j 
 They with a Crown had pay'dthy Fortitude, 
 
 And rurn'd thy Death-bed to a Throne. 
 Fate paus'd a while, with Wonder ftrook, 
 A while (he doubted if that Deftiny were thine. 
 And turned o'er again the dreadful Book, 
 And wifh'd fhe might have cut another Line : 
 
 But dire NecelTity ^ 
 
 Soon cry'd, 'twas thee, 
 And bad her give the fatal Blow : 
 Strait (he obeys, and {trait the vital Pow'rs grow 
 Too weak, to grapple with a ftronger Foe, 
 
 And now the feeble Strife forego. 
 Life's fap'd Foundation ev'vy Moment links j 
 And ev'ry Breath to lefler Compafs fhiinks : 
 Laft panting Gafps grow weaker each Rebound, 
 Like the faint Tremblings of a dying Sound : 
 And doubtful Twilight hovers o'er the Light, 
 Ready to ufher in eternal Night. Odh. 
 
 The Difeafe 
 
 Firft on our Cattle feiz'd : the gen'rous Horfe, 
 That bore his Rider fafe thro' armed Ranks, 
 Snapping in funder Dans and Spears, then fell 
 Unhurt, untouch'd : from Bealts it fpread to Men : 
 The merry Greeks, as at their Cups they lit, 
 Drop in the Midft of Laughter. As fome huge Tow'r, 
 At which Men gaze, aitonilh'd at its Strength", 
 If Waters undermine, and Springs unfeen 
 Sap its Foundation, unawares comes down, 
 And covers with its Ruins all the Place : 
 So look our ftrong Battalions, and fo fall (Love. 
 
 Whole Ranks at once, and the Dead lie on Heaps. Lanf. H. 
 
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 O Chryfes, Chryfes, look on yonder Camp, 
 Behold what Heaps of Dead without one Wound! 
 Behold how like the Dead the Living look ! 
 So near their End, that they, who wait their Friends 
 To the hit Rites, are burnt on the fame Pile : 
 The fturdy Greeks, nniinew'd by Difeafes, 
 That firmly went, imprefling deep the Ground, 
 On which they trod, with their large lufty Strides, 
 Now fcarcely crawl, fupported on their Spears. Lan.H.L. 
 
 SIGH. 
 
 Which, while he vainly ftruggies to reprefs, 
 
 With terrible Revuliions fhalve his Soul. Den. Rin. & Arm. 
 
 ■ He figh'd, and groan'd fo faft, 
 
 As ev'ry Breath he drew would be his laft. Dryd. Chauc. 
 
 (TheCockandtheFox. 
 
 ■ He drew (Cock and Fox. 
 
 A piteous Sigh, and took a long Adieu. Dryd. Chauc. The 
 
 ■ He, with a Sigh reprefs'd 
 
 The mighty Sorrow in his fwelling Bread. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 He fctch'd a Groan, that fcem'd to rend 
 
 His vital Thread afunder. Den. Iphig. 
 
 His Sighs did twitch the very Strings of Life. Lee. L.J Br. 
 
 His Sighs flow from him with fo ftrong aGale, 
 As if his Soul would thro' his Lips exhale. Lee. Sophon. 
 
 He heav'df with ftifled Sighs. Phill.Dif Mot. 
 
 Uncall'd for Sighs oft from her Bofom flew. Cowl.Dav. 
 
 Then, from the Bottom of her Bread, (he drew 
 A mournful Sigh , and thefe fad Words enfue. Dr. Virg. 
 
 HerSighs,as Show'rslayWindSjarecalm'd by Tears. D'Av. 
 
 ■ A Si|h heaves in rr.y Brealt, (Tamerl. 
 
 And ftops the ftruggling Accents on my Tongue. Rowe. 
 
 Go, my Hearrs Envoys, tender Sighs, make Hatte ; 
 And with your Breath fwell the fofc Zephyr's Blaft : 
 Then near that Fair One if you chance to fly, 
 Tell her in Whifpers, 'tis for her I die. Steele. Tend. Huf. 
 
 I will be calm, prefs down the riling Sighs, 
 And ftifle all the Swellings in my Heart. Lee, Caef. Borg. 
 
 When my Heart 
 Was ready with a Sigh to cleave in two, 
 I have, with mighty Anguifh of my Soul, 
 Juft at the Birth, ftifled this ftill-born Sigh, (& CrefF. 
 
 And fore'd my Face int» a painful Smile. Shak. TroiL 
 
 - — — Each Sigh, each fotVning Glance 
 Lulls my loud Wrongs. — Lee. Sophon. 
 
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 Th« murm*ring Gale revives the drooping Flames, 
 That at thy Coldnefslanguifh'd in my Breaft : 
 So breathe the gentle Zephyrs on the Spring, 
 And waken ev'ry Plant and od'rous Flow'r, f Tamerl. 
 
 Which Winter Froft had blafted, to new Life. Rowe. 
 
 SIGHT. 
 
 O Sight, thou Mother of Defires, 
 What charming Obje&s doft thou yield ? 
 
 Tis fweet, when tedious Night expires, 
 To fee the rofy Morning gild, 
 
 The Mountain Tops, and paint the Field, 
 But, when Clovinda comes in Sight, 
 She makes theSummer's Day more bright, 
 And when fhe goes away 'tis Night; 
 
 'Tis fweet the blufhing Morn to view, 
 And Plants adorn'd with pearly Dew : 
 But fuch cheap Delights to lee 
 Heav'n and Nature 
 Gave each Creature, 
 They have Eyes as well as we. 
 This is the Joy all Joys above, 
 To fee the only (he we love, Dryd. K. Artb« 
 
 I'll feed my famifh'd Eyes 
 
 With looking on her : 'tis a Sight indeed 
 
 For the high mounted Sun, in all his Pride, 
 
 To ftop, and wonder at : let me fix here, 
 
 Stretch wide the Gates of Sight to take her in, 
 
 In the full Triumph of her conqu'ring Charms: 
 
 My eager Eyes devour her Beauties up, {Capua. 
 
 Infatiable, and longing (till for more. South. Fate of 
 
 Yet I behold her yet and now no more : 
 
 Turn your Lights inward, Eyes, and view my Thoughts, 
 
 So (hall you (till behold her : 'twill not be. 
 
 O Impotence of Sight ! Mechanick Senfe, 
 Which to exteriour Obje&sow'ft thy Faculty, 
 Not feeing of Ele&ion, but Neceffity. 
 Thus do our Eyes, as do all common Mirrours, 
 Succeflively reflect fucceeding Images : 
 Not what they would, but muft ; a Star, a Toad : 
 Tuft as the Hand of Chance adminilters. 
 Not fothe Mind, whofe undetermin'd View 
 Revolves, and to the prefent brings the paft ; 
 Kffaying farther to Futurity : 
 But that in vain. I have Almeria here 
 At once, as I before have feen her often. Cong. M. Bride. 
 
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 You fee thro' Love, and that deludes your Sight, (Love.' 
 As, what is ftrait,feems crooked thro' the Water. Dr.All for 
 
 Eyes and their Obje&s never mud unite : 
 Some Diftance is requir'd to help the Sight. Dryd. Ovid. 
 
 SILENCE. 
 
 • All was in Silence hid, 
 A s Heav'ns Defigns before the Birth of Light. D'Aven. 
 
 — — — Silent as Shadows glide, 
 Or Clouds that skim the Air, while they divide. 
 Silent as Thoughts, or what's yet uncreated. D'AvenJ 
 
 (Love and Hon. 
 
 She half contents, whofilently denies, Norm. Ovid. 
 
 When Wit and Reafon both have fail'd to move, 
 Kind Looks and AdYions, from Succefs, do prove, 
 Ev'n Silence may be eloquent in Love. Cong. Old Batch.] 
 Silence: coseval with Eternity 
 
 Thou wert, ere Nature firft began to be : 
 'Twas one vaft Nothing all, and all flept faft in thee : 
 
 Thine was the Sway, ere Heav'n wasform'd, or Earthy 
 
 Ere fruitful Thought conceiv'd Creation's Birth, 
 Or Mrdwife Word gave Aid, andfpokethe Infant forth. 
 
 Then various Elements againft thee join'd. 
 
 In one more various Animal combin'd, 
 And fram'd the clam'rous Race of bufy human Kind. 
 
 The Tongue mov'd gently hVft, and Speech was low, 
 
 Till wrangling Science taught it Noife and Show, 
 And wicked Wit arofe, thy moft abufive Foe. 
 
 But Rebel Wit deferts thee oft in vain, 
 
 Loft in the Maz.e of Words, he turns again, 
 And feeks a fu.er State, and courts thy gentler Reign. 
 
 AfBicled Senfe thou kindly doft fet free, 
 
 OpprefsM with argumental Tyranny, - 
 And routed Reafon finds a fafe Retreat in thee. 
 
 With thee in private modeit Dulnefs lies, 
 
 And in thy Bofom lurks in Thoughts Difguife , 
 Thou Vamifher of Fools, and Cheat of all the Wife. 
 
 Yet thy Indulgence is by both confeft ; 
 
 Folly by thee ties fleeping in the Breaft, 
 Aad 'tis in thee at laft that Wifdom feeks for Reft. 
 
 Silence, the Knave's Repute, the Whore's good Name, 
 
 The only Honour of the wifhing Dame j 
 Thy very want of Tongue makes thee a kind of Fame. 
 
 But, could'fr. thou feize fome Tongues, that now are free, 
 
 How Church and State would be oblig'd to thee, 
 At Senate and at Bar, how welcome would'ft thou be ! 
 
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 Yet Speech, ev'n there, fubmiflively withdraws 
 From Rights of Subjects, and the poor Man's Caufe i 
 
 Then pom pons Silence reigns, and ftills the noify Laws. 
 Part Services of Friends, good Deeds of Foes, 
 What Fav*rites gain, and whatth' Exchequer owes, 
 
 Fly the forgetful VVorld, and in thy Arms repofe. 
 The Counrrey-Wir, Religion of the Town, 
 The Courtier's Learning, Policy o'th' GoWn, 
 
 Are beft by theeexprefs'd, and /hine in thee alone, 
 The Parfon's Cant, the Lawyer's Sophiftry, 
 Lord's Quibble, Criticks Jeft, all end in thee j 
 
 All reft in Peace at laft, and ileep eternally. Pope. ■ 
 Silence is Order's Help, and Mark of Care. D'Aven. 
 
 S I LE NU S. 
 
 Young Chromis and Mnafylus chancd to ftray, 
 Where, fleepingin a Cave Silenus lay : 
 Whofe conftant Cups fly fuming to his Brain, 
 And always boil in each extended Vein ; 
 His trufty FlaggonL full of potent Juice, 
 Was hanging by him, thin with Age and U(e: 
 Dropt from his Head, a Wreath lay on the Ground. Rof.Vir. 
 
 SIN. 
 
 He that once fins, like him that Hides on Ice, 
 Goes fwiftly down the flipp'ry Ways of Vice 
 Tho' Confcience checks him, yet thofe Rubs gone o'er, 
 He Aides on fmoothly, and looks back no more : 
 What Sinners finifh where they firft begin, 
 And with one Crime, content their Lull to fin ? 
 Nature, that, rude, and in her firft EfTay, 
 Stood boggling at the Roughnefs of the Way, 
 Us'dto the Road, unknowing to return, 
 Goes boldly on, and loves the Path when worn. Creec.Juv. 
 
 They who have once thrown Shame and Confcience by, 
 Ne'er after make a Stop in Villany : 
 Hurry*d along, down the vaft Steep they go, 
 And find, 'tis all a Precipice below. Oldh. 
 
 There is a Method in Man's Wickednefs ; 
 It grows up by Degrees. ■■ Beau. King and no King. 
 
 No man e'er reach'd the Heights of Vice at firft j 
 For Vice, like Virtue, by degrees muft grow. Tate. Juv. 
 
 Our outward AS is prompted from within, 
 And from the Sinner's Mind proceeds the Sin : 
 
 By 
 
S I 8if 
 
 By her own Choice free Virtue is approv'd, 
 
 Nor by the Force of outward Objects mov'd. Prior. 
 
 But, when to Sin our biafs'd Nature leans, (8c Ach, 
 
 The careful Dev'l is (till at hand with| Means. Dr. Abf. 
 
 Hell gives us Art to reach the Depth of Sin, (of Corinth. 
 But leaves us wretched Fools when we are in. Beaum. Qu. 
 
 Heav'n fometimes mayblefs 
 
 An impious A& with undeferv'd Succefs : 
 The Great, it feems, are privileg'd alone 
 To punifti all Injuftice but their own. 
 But here I flop, not da.ing to proceed ; O 
 
 Yet blu(h to flatter an unrighteous Deed : J» 
 
 For Crimes are but permitted, not decreed. Dryd, Bocc. J 
 
 (Cym. 8c Iphig. 
 
 In (trie! Virtue, lift'ning to a Crime, 
 
 And not rejecting is it felf a Crime. Dr. Love. Trann. 
 
 But when a Monarch fins it fhould be fecret, 
 To keep exteriour Show of SancHty, 
 Maintain Refpecl, and cover bad Example : 
 For Kings and Priefts are in a manner bound 
 For Rev'rence fake to be clofe Hypocrites. 
 
 Yet to be fecret makes not Sin the lefs ; 
 'Tis only hidden from the vulgar View ; 
 Maintains indeed the Rev'rence due to Princey 
 But not abfolves the Confcience from the Crime. Dr.Amp!). 
 
 Lefs Admiration to great Crimes is due, 
 Which they thro' Wrath, or thro' Revenge purfue : 
 But thofe are Fiends, who Crimes from Thought begin, 
 And, cool in Mifchief meditate the Sin. Di-yd. Juv. 
 
 Now fcarce the Gods, or heav'nly Climes, 
 Are fafe from our audacious Crimes : 
 We reach at Jove's imperial Throne, 
 And pull th' unwilling Thunder down. Dryd. Hor. 
 
 O you have perpetrated fuch a C ime 
 As frighten'd Nature, made the Saints above, 
 Shake Heav'n's eternal Pavement with their trembling, 
 
 To view that Aft Dryd. D. Seb. 
 
 » — — - — Heav'n fhould be ingenious 
 
 In punifhing fuch Crimes : the rowling Stone 
 
 And gnawing Vultu»e were flight Pains, invented 
 
 When Jove was young, and no Examples known 
 
 Ofmigh y Ills, but you have ripen'd Sin 
 
 To fuch a monftrous Growth, 'twill pofe the Gods 
 
 To find an equal Torture. Dryd. All for Love. 
 
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 SINGING. 
 
 Come Poetry, and with thee bring along, 
 A rich and painted Throng 
 Of nobleft Words into my Song ; 
 Into my Numbers let them gently flow, 
 Soft and fmooth, and thick as Snow, 
 And turn the Numbers, till they prove 
 Smooth, as the fmootheft Spheres above, 
 And, like a Sphere, harmonioufly move. 
 Urania's felf (hall thee rehearfe, 
 And a juft BleiTing to thee give : 
 Thou in her fweet and tuneful Breath (halt live. 
 Her pleafing Tongue with thee ("hall freely play, 
 Thou on her Lips (halt ftray, 
 And dance upon that rofie way : 
 O how wilt thou thy Author crown, 
 When fair Urania (hall be known, 
 To fing my Words, when (he but (peaks her own ! Cowl. 
 When charming Teraminta lings, 
 Each new Air new Paflion brings : 
 Now I refolve, and now I fear> 
 Now I triumph, now defpair, 
 Frolick now, now faint I grow, 
 Now I freeze, and now I glow. 
 The panting Zephyrs round her pray, 
 And trembling on her Lips would ftay j 
 Now would liften, now would kifs, 
 Till, by her Breath repuls'd, they fly, 
 And in low pleafing Murmurs die. 
 Nor do I ask that me would give, 
 By fome new Note, the Pow'r to live : 
 I would, expiring with the Sound, 
 Die on the Lips that gave the Wound. Burnaby. 
 Both Eyes and Ears are Traitors to Repofe, 
 Looking, or Lift'ning ends in am'rous Woes : 
 For, when we fee, we're vanquifh'd by her View, 
 And, when we hear, her melting Notes fubdue. 
 Thy felf, O Nymph, to teach the Mufe incline, 
 For there's no perfect Melody but thine : 
 Then (he might haply boaft a warbling Air ; 
 And form her Song as fweet,as Nature form'd thee fair. — 
 
 Such was the Force of thy enchanting Tongue, 
 That (he for ever could have heard thy Song : 
 She chid the Hours that did fo fwiftlyrun, 
 And thought the Sun too hafty to go down. Oldh. Mo(c. 
 
 The Sirens, once deluded, vainly charm'd, 
 Ty'd to the Maft, Ulyftes fail'd unharm'd : Had 
 
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 Had Myra's Voice entic'd his lift'ning Ear, 
 The Greek hadftopt, and would have dy'd to hear: 
 When Myra fings, we feek th' enchanting Sound, 
 And blefs the Notes, that can fo fweetly wound : 
 What Mufick needs mult dwell upon that Tongue, 
 Whofe Speech is tuneful as another's Song? 
 Who from her Wit, or from her Beauty flies, 
 If with her Voice (he overtakes him, dies. Lanfd. 
 What moving Charms each tuneful Voice contains ! 
 Charms, that thro' the willing Ear 
 A Tide of pleafmg Raptures bear, 
 And with diffuuve Joys run thrilling thro* our Veins: 
 The lilVning Soul does fympathize, 
 And with each vary'd Note complies : 
 While gay and fprightly Airs delight, 
 Then, free from Cares, and unconnVd, 
 It takes, in pleafing Ecftaiies, its Flight : 
 With mournful Sounds a fadder Gavb it wears ; 
 Indulges Grief, and gives a Loofe to Tears. Yald. 
 
 He rais'd his tuneful Voice aloud ; 
 
 The knotty Oaks their lift'ning Branches bow'd, 
 
 And favage Beafts and fylvan Gods did crowd. Rofc.Virg. 
 
 Silenus fings ; the neighb'ring Rocks reply , 
 And fend his myftick Numbers thro' thesky. Rofc.Virg. 
 
 To hear his Notes the Herds refufe 
 
 Their needful Food j the favage Lynxes gaze, 
 
 And flopping Streams their prefling Waters raife. Staff. Virg. 
 
 — — — — O fing again, 
 And I will liften to your mournful Song, 
 Sweet as the foft complaining Nightingales j 
 While every Note calls out my trembling Soul, 
 And leaves me filent, as the midnight Groves. South. Oroon, 
 
 I was fo ravifh'd with her heav'nly Note, 
 I flood intrane'd, and had no Room for Thought : 
 But, all o'erpower'd with Extafie of Blifs, 
 Was in a pleafing Dream of Paradife. Dryd. Chauc. The 
 
 (Flower and the Leaf, 
 So on the tuneful Margarita's Song, 
 The lift'ning Nymphs and raviih'd Heroes hung : 
 But Cits and Fops the Heav'n-born Mufick blame 5 
 And bawl and hifs, and damn her into Fame. 
 Like her fweet Voice is thy harmonious Song; 
 As high, as great, as eafy, and as ftrong. Smithy- 
 But hark ! the heav'nly Sphere turns round 
 And Silence now is drown'd 
 InEcftafyof Sound. 
 
 How on a fuddenthe ftill Air is charm'd, 
 As if all Harmony were juft alarm'd I 
 
 And 
 
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 And ev'ry Sm\ with Tranfport filPd, 
 Alternately is thaw'd and cnill'd. 
 See how the heav'nly Choir 
 Come flocking to admire, 
 And with what fpeed and care 
 Defcending Angels cull the thinneft Air! 
 
 Haite then, come all the immortal Throng, 
 
 And'Jiften to her Song : 
 Leave your lov'd Manfions in the Sky, 
 And hither, quickly hither, fly ; 
 Your Lofs of Heav'n nor fhall you need to fear ; 
 
 While fhe fines, 'tis Heav'n here. 
 See,how they crowd j fee ; how the little Cherubs skip ! 
 While others fit around her Mouth, and fip 
 Sweet Hallelujahs from her Lip : 
 Thofe Lips, where in furprize of Blifs they rove : 
 For ne'er before did Angels tafte 
 So exquititeaFeaft 
 Of Mufick and of Love : 
 Prepare then, ye immortal Choir, 
 Each facred Minftrel tune his Lyre, 
 And with her Voice in Chorus join, 
 Her Voice, which nexttoyours, is molt divine: 
 Blefs the glad Earth with heav'nly Lays, 
 And to that Pitch th' eternal Accents raife, 
 Which only Breath infpir'd can reach, 
 To Notes which only fhe can learn, and only you can teach. 
 While we, charm'd with the lov'd Excefs, 
 Are wrapt in fweet Forget fulnefs 
 Of all, of all, butoftheprefent Happinefs; 
 Willing for ever in that State to lie j 
 For ever to be dying fo, yet never die. Cong. 
 
 SINGULAR. 
 
 ■ Ever fhun' 
 The Man that's Angular ; his Mind's unfound ; 
 His Spleen o'erweighs his Brain. — Otw. Orph. 
 
 SIREN. 
 
 The falfe Siren ; 
 
 No longer hiding her uncomely Parts, (Cleorn, 
 
 Struts on the Waves, and fhew6 the Brute below. Dryd. 
 
 She 'as charm'd thee, like a Siren, to her Bed, 
 With Looks of Love, and with enchanting Sounds: 
 Too late the Rocks and Quickfands will appear, 
 When thou art wreck'd upon the faithlefs Shore, 
 By following her Delufion. Rowe. Fair Ben. 
 
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 SLANDER. 
 
 Slander we Shepherds count the greateft Wrong j 
 For what wounds forer than an evilTongue : 
 'Tis hard to bear the pinching Cold with Pain, 
 And hard is Want to the unpra&is'd Swain : 
 But neither Want nor pinching Cold is hard, 
 To blafting Storms of Calumny compar'd : 
 Unkind as Hail it falls, whofe pelting Show'rs 
 Deftroy the tender Herb, and budding Flow'rs. 
 
 ■ 111 Nature will prevail, 
 
 And ev'ry Elf has Skill enough to rail. Phil. 
 
 Virtue's defenlive Armour muft be ftrong, 
 To 'fcape the merry and malicious Tongue. D'Aven. Law 
 
 Cagainft Lovers. 
 
 It is a bufy talking World, 
 
 That with licentious Breath, blows, like the Wind, 
 
 As freely on the Palace, as the Cottage. Rowe. Fair Pen. 
 
 O where is Honour fafe ? Not with the Living j 
 They feed upon Opinions, Errours, Dreams, 
 And make them Truths : They draw a Nourishment 
 Out of Defamings, grow upon Difgraces, 
 And when they fee a Virtue fortify'd 
 Strongly above the Batt'ry of their Tongues, 
 Oh, how they eaft to link it ; and, defeated, 
 Soul-fick with Poifon, ftrike the Monuments 
 Where noble Names lie fleeping, 'till they fwear, 
 And the cold Marble melt. Beau. Phil. 
 
 It is a kind of Slander to truft Rumour. Johnf.Car. 
 - When it concerns himfelf, 
 
 Who's angry at a Slander, makes it true. JohnC Cat, 
 
 Leis the bright Goddefs of the Night 
 Fears thofe loud Howlings that revile her Light ; 
 Than thou malignant Tongues thy Worth fhould blaft> 
 Which was too great for Envy's Cloud to overcaft ; 
 'Twas thy brave Method to defpife Contempt, 
 And make what was the Fault the Punishment : 
 Y/hat more Aflaults could weak Detraction raife, 
 When thou could'ft faint Difgrace, 
 And turn Reproach to Praife: 
 So Diamonds, when envious Night 
 Would (hrowd their Splendour,"look mod bright, 
 And from its Darknefs feem to borrow Light. Oldfu 
 
 Virtue it felf Tcapes not calumnious Tongues, Sh.Ham^ 
 
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 Let Emma's helplefs Cafe be falfly told 
 By the lafh Young, or the ill-natur'd Old : 
 Let ev'ry Tongue its various Cenfure chufe ; 
 Abfolve with Coldnefs, or with Spight accufe : 
 Pair Truth at laft her radiant Beams will raife ; 
 And Malice, vanquifh'd, heightens Virtue's Praife. Prior. 
 
 O, that the bufy World, at leaft in this, 
 Would take Example from a Wretch like me: 
 None then would wafte their Hours in foreign Thoughts, 
 Forget themfelves, and what concerns their Peace, 
 To tread the Mazes of fantaftick Falfhood ; 
 To haunt her idle Sounds and flying Tale* 
 Thro' all the giddy noify Courts of Rumour ; 
 Malicious Slander never would have Leifure 
 Tbfearch with prying Eyes for Fauks abroad j 
 If all, like me, contider'd their own Hearts, (Shore. 
 
 And wept the Sorrows, which they found at home. Rowe. J. 
 
 SLEEP. 
 
 'Twas then, when the firft Sweets of Sleep repair 
 Our Bodies fpent with Toil, our Minds with Care : 
 The Gods beft Gift ! Derm. Virg. 
 
 Then Sleep's foft Wings my willing Eyelids clos'd, 
 Beguil'd my Sorrows, and my Cares compos'd. Adams.Prop* 
 
 Twas in the Dead of Night, juft when foft Sleep 
 Had feal'd my Eyes, and quite becalm'd my Soul. Lee^ 
 
 (L. J. Brut. 
 
 All Creatures now forget their daily Care ; 
 And Sleep, the common Gift of Nature, (hare. Dr. Virg. 
 
 Welcome, thou pleafing Slumber, 
 
 A while embrace me in thy leaden Arms, 
 
 And charm my careful Thoughts. Den. Soph. 
 
 Thou Peace of Mind, thou moft propitious Pow'r ; 
 Thou meekeft Deity, that Men adore ; 
 Thou, who giv'ft Eafe to ev'ry troubled Breaft, 
 And fet'ft tir'd Limbs, and fev'riih Souls at Reft; 
 Thou, at whofe Prefence Cares and Sorrows flee, *v 
 
 "Under whofe Guard the fetter'd Slave is free j \ 
 
 Lovers, the worft of Slaves, dill finding Eafe in thee. > 
 
 Hopk. Ovid. 
 
 O Sleep, thou fweeteft Gift of Heav'n to Man ! 
 Still in thy downy Arms embrace my Friend j 
 Nor loofe him from his inexiftent Trance 
 To Senfe of Yefterday, and Pain of Being. 
 In thee Oppreflbrs footh their angry Brow ; 
 is thee th' Oppreffed forget Tyrannick Pow'r ; 
 
 Iri 
 
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 In thee ■ ■ ■■ — 
 
 The Wretch condemn'd is equal to his Judge j 
 
 And the fad Lover to his cruel Fair. 
 
 Nay, all the fhining Glories Men purfue, 
 
 When thou art wanted, are but empty Noife : 
 
 Who then would court the Pomp of guilty Pow'r, 
 
 When the Mind lickens at the weary Shew, 
 
 And flies to temporary Death for Eafe ; (Lovers. 
 
 When halt our Life's Ceflarion of our Being. Steele. Lying 
 
 He found a welcome Heavinefs, 
 
 That ferz'd his Eyes; and Slumber, which forgot, 
 When call'd before, to come,, now came unfoughr: 
 He for approaching Sleep compos'd his Head; 
 Sleep did his Office foon, and feal'd his Sight. 
 
 Dryd. Bocc. Sig. & Guifc. 
 
 Opprefs'd with Grief, 
 
 He found in hlent Slumber late Relief. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 He fnor'd fecure 'till Morn ; his Senfes bound (Sc Arc. 
 In Slumber, and in long Oblivion drown'd. Dr. Chau. Pal . 
 
 She feels the thick'ning Milts begin to rife, (Ovid. 
 
 And conquering Sleep (teal o'er her yielding Eyes. Hopk, 
 
 O Sleep ! Thou Flatterer of happy Minds, 
 How foon a troubled Breaft thy Falftiood finds t 
 Thou common Friend, officious in thy Aid, 
 Where no Diftrefs is (hewn, nor Want betray'd : 
 But oh ! how fwift, how fure thou art to fhun 
 The Wretch, by Fortune or by Love undone ! 
 Where are thy gentle Dews, thy fofrer PowVs, 
 Which us'd to wait upon my Midnight Hours ? 
 Why doft thou ceafe thy hov'ring Wings tc fpread> 
 With friendly Shade around my reftlef's Bed ? 
 Can no Complainings thy Compaffion move r 
 Is thy Antipathy fo itrong to Love ? 
 O no ! Thou art the profp'rous Lover's Friend,. 
 And doft, uncall'd, his pleafing Toils attend : 
 With equal Kindnefs, and with rival Charms, 
 Thy Slumbers lull him in his Fair One's Arms j. 
 Or from her Bofom he to thine retires, 
 Where, footh'd with Eafe, the panting Youth refpireSy 
 Till foft Repofe reftore his drooping Senfe, 
 And Rapture is remov'd by Indolence : 
 But oh f what Fortune does the Lover bear, 
 Forlorn by thee, and haunted by Defpair ! Cong. 
 
 No Wonder Sleep from careful Lovers flies, 
 To bathe himfelt in Sacharifla's Eyes : 
 As fair Aftrea once from Earth to Heav'n, 
 By Strife and loud Impiety, was driven $ 
 
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 So, with our Plaints offended, and our Tears, 
 Wife Somnus to that Paradife repairs, 
 "Waits on her Will, and Wretches does forfake 
 To court the Nymph, for whom thofe Wretches wake. 
 More proud than Phoebus of his Throne of Gold 
 Is the foft God, thofe fofter Limbs to hold ; 
 Nor would exchange with Jove, to hide the Skies 
 In dark'ning Clouds, the Pow'r to clofe her Eyes : 
 Eyes, whieh fo far all other Lights controul, 
 They warm our mortal Parts, but thefe our Soul. Wall. 
 (Of a Lady who can fleep when fhe pleafes. 
 
 Death's Brother Sleep. 
 
 Sweet, pleating Sleep, the King of Men and Gods! 
 With his foft Chain weigh'd down the Eyes of Jove. 
 
 With foft Oppreflion and with flumb'rous Weight, 
 He feal'd the Thund'fer's Eyes in balmy Reft. Br. Horn. 
 
 What means this Heavinefs that hangs upon me ? 
 This Lethargy, that creeps thro' all my Senfes ? 
 Nature, opprefs'd, and harrafs'd out with Care, 
 Sinks down to reft. This once I'll favour her, 
 That my awaken'd Soul may take her Flight, 
 Renew'd in all her Strength, and frefh with Life, 
 An Off'ring fit for Heaven. Let Guilt or Fear 
 Difturb Man's Reft* Cato knows neither of them ; 
 IndifPrent in his Choice to fleep or die. Add. Cato. 
 
 My Soul is quite weigh'd down with Care, and asks 
 The foft Refrefhment of a Moment's Sleep. Add. Cato. 
 
 Quite tir'd I feem, like a hard hunted Beaft, 
 That does not feem to go, but finks, to reft : 
 Spent Nature's -Weight hangs heavy on my Eyes : 
 Sleep can cure Fevers, why not Miferies ?' 
 A Soul's Difeafe can few Phyficians find : 
 For Emp'ricks only praftife on the Mind. How. Veft. Virg. 
 
 Come gentle Slumbers, in your flatt'ring Arms 
 I'll bury the Dilquiets of my Mind. Roch. Valenr, 
 
 — Old Archelaus, 
 
 With Grief and Watching fpent, in Spire of all 
 
 Thofe Tidesof Care, that" fw el I'd erewhile fo high., 
 
 Lies like a Child, that branl'd himfelf ro fleep ; 
 
 Ifmenes too, that wept to fee me mourn, 
 
 Falls on his Breaft, and nods' his Fea s away : 
 
 So fleeps the Sea-Boy on the cloudy Malt, 
 
 Safe as a drowzy Triton, rock'd with Storms, 
 
 While tolling Princes wake on Beds of Down. Lee. Mithr, 
 
 Sweet are the Slumbers of the virtuous Man. 
 Akind refrefhing Sleep is fall'n upon him : 
 
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 I faw him ftretch'd at Eafe ; his Fanfy loft 
 In pleating Dreams. — — Add. Cato. 
 
 O ye immortal Pow'rs, that guard the full, 
 Watch round his Couch,, and {often his Repofe, 
 Banifli his Sorrows, and becalm his Soul 
 With eafy Dreams : remember all his Virtues ! 
 And (hew Mankind that Goodnefs is your Care. Add. Cato. 
 
 ■ Sleep feal thofe Eyes ; 
 
 And tie thy Senfes in as foft a Bond, 
 As Infants, void of Thought. Dryd. Troil. Sc Cref. 
 
 may the fofteft Down of fweer Repofe 
 
 Receive thee gently on the Bed of Peace, (Capua, 
 
 And fold thecclofein the kind Arms of Reft. South. Fateor* 
 
 — O may the fofteft Arm 
 
 Of downy Slumber rock thee to Repofe ; 
 
 Lull all thy Senfes faft : and may no Thought, 
 
 To interrupt the Quiet of thy Bed, 
 
 In the loofe Revel of a Dream, prefent 
 
 Thofe Images, that keep me waking here. South. Difap. 
 
 1 cannot reft to Night: Ill-boding Thoughts (C. Mar, 
 Have chac'd foft Sleep from my unfettled Brains. Otw, 
 
 As in Bed \ lay, 
 
 And fought in Sleep to pafs the Night away, 
 I turn'd my weary Side ; but ftill in vain, 
 Tho' full of youthful Health, and void of Pain. 
 Cares I had none to keep me from my Reft j 
 For Love had never enter'd in my Breaft : 
 I wanted nothing Fortune could ftipply, 
 Nor did fhe Slumber 'till that Hour deny : 
 I wonder'd then, but after found it true, 
 Much Joy had dry'd away the balmy Dew : 
 Seas would be Pools without the brufhing Air, 
 To curl the Waves ; and fure fome little Care 
 Should weary Nature fo, to make her want Repair. 
 
 Dryd. Bocc. Cym. Sc Iphig. 
 
 The balmy Slumber fled his wakeful Eyes. Dryd. Bocc. 
 
 (Sig. & Guifc. 
 
 The Tide of Grief, which fwell'd his Breaft, 
 
 Broke Sleep's foft Fetters, and diflblv'd his Reft. Bl.P. Arth. 
 
 Description of a beautiful Lady a/?eep. 
 By Chance conduced, or by Thirft conftrain'd; 
 The deepReceffesof the Grove he gain'd ; 
 Where, in a Plain defended by the Wood, y 
 
 Crept thro' the matted Grafs a criftal Flood, C 
 
 Bv which an alabafter Fountain ftood : \ 
 
 MA 
 
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 And on the Margin of the Fount was lay'd, 
 Attended by her Slaves, a deeping Maid : 
 Like Dian, and her Nymphs, when, tir'd with Sport, 
 To reft by cool Eurotas they refort : 
 The Dame her felf the Goddefs well exprefs'd j 
 Not more diftinguifh'd by her purple Veft, 
 Than by the charming Features of her Face, 
 And ev'n in Slumber a fuperior Grace : 
 Her comely Limbs compos'd with decent Care j 
 Her Body (haded with a flight Cymar ; 
 Her Bofom to the View was only bare : 
 Where two beginning Paps were fcarcely fpy'd ; 
 For yet their Places were but fignify'd : 
 The fanning Wind upon her Bofom blows, ^ ■"> 
 
 To meet the fanning Wind che Bofom rofe: (po(e. > 
 
 The fanning Wind and purling Streams continue her Re- > 
 Dryd. Bocc. Cym. & Iphig. 
 
 O may no wakeful Thoughts her Mind moleft ;. 
 Soft be her Slumbers, and fincere her Reft. 
 For her, O Sleep, thy balmy Sweets prepare: 
 The Peace I lofe for her, to her transfer : 
 Hufti'd as the falling Dews, whofe noifelefs Show'rs 
 Impearl the folded Leaves of ev'ning Flow'rs, 
 Steal on her Brow : And as thofe Dews attend, 
 'Till warn'd by waking Day, to reafcend. 
 So wait thou for her Morn j then gently rife, 
 And to the World reftore the Day-break of her Eyes. Cong 
 
 What is fo hard, which Numbers cannot force ? 
 So (loops the Moon, and Rivers change their Courfe, 
 The bold Maeonian made me dare to deep 
 Jove's dreadful Temples in the Dew of Sleep, 
 And, fince the Mufes do invoke my Pow*r, 
 I fhall no more decline that facred Bow^, 
 Where Gloriana, their great Miftrefs, lies } 
 But, gently taming thofe victorious Eyes, 
 Charm all her Senfes, 'till the joyful Sun, 
 Without a Rival, half his Courfe has run : 
 Who, while my Hand that fairer Light confines, 
 May boaft himfelf the brighteft Thing that fhines. WalL 
 
 Defcrlption of the God of Sleep and his Palace* 
 The drowfy God of Sleep, the flothful God, 
 Remote from Day ftill keeps his dark Abode. Hopk. Ovid. 
 
 Near the Cimmerians, hid from human Sight, 
 Lies a vaft hollow Cave, all void of Light; 
 Where, deep in Earth, the God his Court maintains, 
 And, undifturb'd, in Eafe and Silence reigns : 
 
 Not 
 
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 Not feen by Phoebus at his Morning Rife, "5 
 
 Nor at Mid-day, with his moil piercing Eyes, > 
 
 Nor when, at Ev'ning, he defcends the Skies : J 
 
 Thick, gloomy Mills, come (learning from the Ground, 
 And the Fog fpreads a dusky Twilight round : 
 No crefled Fowls foretel the Day's Return, 
 Nor with fhrill Notes call forth the {bringing Morn : 
 No watchful Dogs the facred Entry keep, 
 Nor Gcsk, more watchful, guard the Court of Sleep : 
 No tame, nor falvage Beall dwells there ; no Breez.e 
 Shakes the dill Boughs, or whifpers thro* the Trees : 
 No Voice of Man is heard, no humane Call 
 Sounds thro' the Cave : deep Silence reigns o'er all : 
 Yet from a Rock a filver Spring flows down, 
 Which, purling o'er the Stones, glides gently on*. 
 Her eaiie Streams with pleating Murmurs creep, 
 At once inviting and amfling Sleep. 
 At the Cave's Mouth fpring verdant Poppies up, 
 And hide the Entrance with their baleful Top j 
 Whofe drowfy Juice affords the nightly Birth 
 Of all the Sleep, diffus'd and (hedon Earth: 
 No Guards the Paffage to this Court fecure, 
 No jarring Hinge fuftains a creaking Door : 
 Yet, in the midtl, with fable Cov'rings fpread, 
 High, but unfhaken, (lands a downy Bed ; 
 Where his foft Limbs the ilothful Monarch lays, 
 DifTolv'd in endlefs Luxury and Eafe : 
 Fantaftick Dreams lie fcatter'd on the Ground, 
 And compafs him in various Figures round ; 
 More num'rou* than the Sands that bind the Seas, 
 Or Ears of (landing Corn, or Leaves on Trees. Hopk. Ovid. 
 
 The God his Eye-lids druggies to unloofe, 
 Seal'd, by his deep unbroken Slumbers, clofe: 
 Half-way his Head he rears, with iluggifh Pain, 
 Which heavily, anon, finks down again : 
 Frequent Attempts without Succefs he makes, 
 But, at the lad, with long Endeavour, wakes j 
 Half rais'd, and half reclining on his Bed, 
 And leaning on his Hands, his nodding Head. Hopk. Ovid . 
 
 He (lagg'ring, feeks his Bed, 
 
 In whofc foft Down he finks his drooping Head : 
 
 Again his Eye-lids are with Sleep opprefr. 
 
 And the whole God diflblves again to reft. Hopk. Ovid. 
 
 S MILE, 
 
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 SMILE. 
 
 New let thy Eyes flhine forth in their full Luftre : 
 Invert them with thy lovelieft Smiles. Denh. Sophy. 
 
 Smiles, not allow'd to Beafts, from Reafon move, 
 And are the Privilege of human Love. Dryd. State of Inn. 
 
 O the fweet Intercourfe 
 
 Of Looks and Smiles : for Smiles from Reafon flow, 
 
 To Brutes deny'd, and are of Love the Food. Milt. P. Loft. 
 
 A gloomy Smile arofe 
 
 From his Bent Brows ; and flill, the more he heard, 
 
 A more fevere and fullen Joy appear'd. Dryd. C. of Gran. 
 
 A gloomy Smile, 
 
 That fliow'd a fullen Loathnefs to be kind. Dryd. Cleom. 
 
 » ■ - He draws 
 
 Into a hideous Smile his fquallid Jaws. Blac. King Arthur 
 
 (Spoken of Satan 
 
 SNAKE. 
 
 Ye Boys, who pluck the Flow's, and (poil the Spring ; 
 Beware the ferret Snake, that fhoots a Sting. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 As when fome Peafant, in a bufhy Brake, 
 Has with unwary Footing, prefs'd a Snake ; 
 He ftarts afide, aftonifri'd when he fpies 
 His rifing Creft, blue Neck, and roulingEyes. Dr. Virg. 
 
 So frets- the Snake, and throws his Venora round, 
 Severely damag'd by the Shepherds Wound : 
 Difabled, maim'd, he twifts his lingering Spires, 
 And, fore'd to yield, malicioufly retires, 
 Collecting all his Strength, that Rage can give, 
 Hardy to die, yet impotent to live; 
 At length lies ftretch'd; and, all his Struggles paft, 
 In faint imperfect Hiflfes breathes his laft. Tvapp. 
 
 So when the w: iggling^ Snake is fnatch'd on high 
 In Eagle's Claws, and hififes in the Sky : 
 Around his Foe his twirling Tail he flings, (Ovid. 
 
 And twifts her Legs, and writhes about her Wings. Add. 
 
 Like a Snake, his Skin new-grown, 
 
 Who, fed on pois'nous Herbs, all Winter lay 
 Under the Ground, and now reviews the Day, 
 Frefti in his new Apprel, proud and young, 
 Rouls up his Back, and brandilbes his Tongue, 
 And lifts his fcaly Breaft againft the Sun. Denh. Virg. 
 
 SOFT. 
 
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 SOFT. 
 
 Soft as the Murmurs of a weeping Spring. D'Aven. 
 
 Soft as a Lovers Wifli. Den. Rin. 8c Arm. 
 
 Soft as the balmy Air, 
 
 That gently bends the Herbage j and that calmly breathes 
 
 The Morning Sweets. Tohnf. Vi£h 
 
 Soft as rhofe gentle Whifpe-s were, 
 In which th'Almighty did appear : 
 By the ftill Voice the Prophet knew him there. Dryd. 
 
 Softer than Snow, that falls in downy Feathers.. D'Av. 
 
 — — — Softer far, 
 
 Than fofteft Hours of fweeteft Slumbers are. Adams. Virg. 
 
 SOLDIER. 
 
 ■ Canft thou love a Soldier ? 
 
 One born to Honour, and to Honour bred ; 
 
 One that has learnt to treat even Foes with Kindnefs, 
 
 To wrong no good Man's Fame, nor praife himfelf. 
 
 Otw. Orph. 
 
 Now Polydore, methinks we might rufh on 
 In War together j thou fliould'ft be my Guard, 
 And I be thine, what is't could hurt us then ? 
 Now half the Youth of Europe are in Arms, 
 How fulfome muft it be to flay behind, 
 And die of rank Difeafes here at Home ? 
 No : let me purchafe in my Youth Renown, 
 To make me lov'd and valu'd when I'm old : 
 I would be bufy in the World, and learn, 
 Not, like a coarfe and ufelefs Dunghill- Weed, 
 Fixt to the Spot, and rot juft as I grow. Otw. Orph. 
 
 Could all our Care elude the greedy Grave, 
 Which claims no lefs the Fearful than the Brave, 
 For Lull of Fame I (hould not vainly dare 
 In fighting Fields, nor urge thy Soul to War: 
 But iince, alas ! ignoble Age mull come, 
 Difeafe, and Death's inexorable Doom ; 
 The Life, which others pay, let us bellow, 
 And give to Fame what we to Nature owe : 
 Brave, tho' we fall j and honour*d, if we live ; 
 Or let us Glory Gain, or Glory give. Pope. Horn. 
 
 Let's bravely on, 'till they, or we, or all, 
 A common Sacrifice to Honour rail. Penh. Horn. 
 
 O let Hours be fhort, 
 
 'Till Fields, and Blow?, and Groans, applaud our Sport. 
 
 Shale Hen. 4.. p. 1. 
 To 
 
8i8 SO 
 
 To me the Cries of Fighting Fields are Charms : 
 Keen be my Sabre, and of Proof my Arms. 
 I ask.no other Blefiing of my Stars : 
 No Priz.e but Fame, nor Miftrefs but the Wars. Dr. Auren. 
 
 Sure I was born to War : 
 
 Early in rugged Arms I took Delight, 
 
 And ft ill have been the foremoft in the Fight: 
 
 With Dangers dearly have 1 bought Renown, (Hector. 
 
 And Lofs of Honour is my only Fear. Dr. Horn. Spoken by 
 
 I'll wade thro' Seas of Blood, and walk o'er Mountains 
 Of flaughter'd Bodies to immortal Honour. Lee.Theod. 
 
 A Soldier's Honour is dearer than his Life. Hig.Gen.Conq. 
 
 Methinks the warring Spirit, that infpires 
 This Frame, the very Genius of old Rome, 
 That makes me talk without the Fear of Death, 
 And drives my daring Soul" to A£ts of Honour; 
 Flames in your Eyes : our Souls too are a-kin, 
 Ambitious, fierce, and burn alike fov Glory. Lee. Theod. 
 
 Thus when the Wan iour his lov'd Trumpet hears, 
 His martial Blood begins to warm apaee, f 
 
 And boils and fluihes in his kindling Face; > 
 
 And much he longs to drive in Glory's Race. Lee. Soph.) 
 
 Kindling at Death, and panting to deftroy. 
 
 War was my Miftrefs, and 1 lov'd her long; 
 She lov'd my Mulick ; Shoutings were my Song, 
 Andclafhing Arms, that echo'd thro' the Plain,. 
 Neighings of Horfes, Groans of dying Men; 
 Notes which the Trump and hoarfer Drum affords, 
 And dying Sounds riling from Falls of Swords. Lee. Glor. 
 
 What means that Shout, big with the Sounds of War? 
 What new Alarm ? a fecond, louder yet 
 Swells -in^the Wind, and eomes more full upon us. 
 C for fome glorious Caufe to fall- in Battel ! 
 
 O Ma-cus, T am warm'd ; my Heart 
 
 Leaps at the Trumpets Voice, and burns for Glory- Add.Cato^ 
 
 To live and conquer is the nobleft Fate ; 
 But the- next Glory is a gallant Death : 
 Succefs, O Jove, and Victory, are thine ; 
 Fortune is thine ; my Honour is my own : 
 Facing my D om, with my drawn Sword I'll ftand, 
 Nor turn my Back upon thy wrathful Bolt. Lanfd. H. Love. 
 
 O my Antonio ! I am all on Fire j 
 My Soul is up in Arms, ready to charge 
 And bear amidft the Foe, with conqu'ring Troops : 
 I hear them call to lead them on to Liberty ; 
 To Viftory : their Shours and Clamours rend 
 
 My Ears, aad reach the Heav'ns.- Cong. M. Bride. 
 
 A Joy 
 
S O 8z 9 
 
 A Joy {hoots thro* 
 
 My drooping Bread - y as often, when the Trumpet 
 
 Has call'd my youthful Ardour forth to Battel, 
 
 High in my Hopes, and ravith'd with the Sound, 
 
 I have rulh'd eager on amidfr. the foremoft, 
 
 To purchafe Victory, or glorious Death. Rowe. Tameil. 
 
 Let's join our Battel with a Force may glut 
 The Front of Death, and choak him with himfelf ; 
 As fiercely as deltroying Whirlwinds rife, (Mar. C. 
 
 Or as Clouds dafli when Thunder (hakes the Skies, Otw. 
 
 How much 'tis fafer at the noify Bar 
 With Words toflourifh, than engage in War! 
 By diff'rent Methods we maintain our Right j 
 Nor am I made to talk, nor he to fight : 
 In bloody Fields I' labour to be great ; 
 His Arms are a fmooth Tongue, and foft Deceit : 
 Nor need I fpeak my Deeds; for rhofe you fee; 
 The Sun and Day are WitneiTes for me: 
 Let him, who fights unfeen, relate his own; 
 And vouch the filent Stars and confcious Moon. Dryd. Ovid. 
 
 This downright fighting Fool, this thick-skull'd Hero ; 
 This blunt unthinking Inftrument of Death, (Love. 
 
 With plain dull Virtue has outgone my Wit. Dryd. All for 
 
 His Courage fuch, as it no Stop can know, 
 And Vicl'ry gains by 'aftonifhing the Foe ; 
 With Lightning's Force his Enemies it confounds, 
 And melts their Hearts ere it the Bofom wounds : 
 Yet he the conquer'd with fuch Sweetnefs gains, 
 As Captive Lovers find in Beauties Chains : 
 In War the adverfe Troops he does aflail, 
 Like an impetuous Storm of Wind and Hail. Cowl. David. 
 
 In Battel brave, 
 
 But (till ferene in all the ftormy War j 
 
 Like Hcav'n above the Clouds : and after Fight 
 
 As merciful and kind to vanquifh'd Foes, 
 
 As a forgiving God. Dryd. K. Arrh. 
 
 O when I fee him arming for his Honour, 
 His Countrey, and his Gods, that martial Fire 
 That mounts his Courage, kindles even to me : 
 And when the Trojan Matrons wait him out 
 With Pray'rs, and meet with Bleffings his Return, 
 The Pride of Virtue beats within my Bread, 
 To wipe away the Sweat and Dnft of War, 
 And drefs my Hero glorious in his Wounds. 
 Has he not met a thoufand lifted Swords ? 
 There's not a Day but he encounters Armies; 
 
 And 
 
8;o 
 
 s o 
 
 And yet as fafe, as if the broad-brim'd Shield, 
 That Pallas wears, were held 'twixt him and Death. Dryd. 
 (Troil. ScCref. Spoken of Hector. 
 
 Thou can'fl: fight well and bravely ; thou can'fl 
 Endure all Dangers, Heats, Colds, Hungers, 
 Heaven's angry Flames are not fuddainer, 
 Than I have feen thee execute, nor more mortal : 
 The winged Feet of flying Enemies 
 Pve flood and feen thee mow away like Rulhes, 
 And frill kill the Killer : O were thy Mind (Valenc 
 
 But half fo fweet in Peace, as rough in Dangers! Roch. 
 
 O mighty Warriour, in the Heat of Broils (Par. 
 
 How terribly did'ft thou become the Field ! Lee. Mali, of 
 
 Alas ! thou know'ft not Csefar's active Soul ; 
 With what a dreadful Gourfe he ruflies on 
 From War to War ; in vain has Nature form'd 
 Mountains and Oceans to oppofe his PaiTage ; 
 He bounds o'er all victorious in his March : 
 The Alpes and Pvreneans link before him : 
 Thro* Winds, and Waves, and Storms, he works his Way, 
 Impatient for the Battel. Add. Cato. 
 
 Oh for a Mufe of Fire : 
 Then fhouldthe warlike Harry, likehimfelf, 
 Aflume the Port of Mars; and, at his Heels, 
 Leafli'din, like Hounds, fliould Famine, Sword, and Fire, 
 Crouch for Imployments. Shak. Hen. 5. 
 
 Immediate Sieges, and the Fire of War, 
 Roul in thy eager Mind : thy plumy Creft 
 Nods horrible ; with more terrifick Port 
 Thou walk'ft, and feem's already in the Fight. Phil. 
 
 All bare to View, amid furrounding Friends, 
 With Godlike Grace, he from the Tow'r defcends; 
 Exulting in his Strength, he feems to dare 
 His abfent Kival, and to promife War. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 Like one of Anak's mighty Sons he ftalk'd ; 
 Or fome tall Oak, that after Orpheus walk'd : 
 Fix'd, like a vaft Cololfus, by his Weight, 
 He flood, expecting his approaching Fare : 
 Lowring, like Tempefts, rifing from afar, 
 He rages, and invites th'advancing War. Blac. Pr, Arth. 
 
 O had'ft thou feen him, hke the God of War, 
 While griefly Terrour perch'd upon his Plume, 
 Severely fhining in his dreadful Helmet, ( & Arm. 
 
 And thund'ring thro' the Tempeft of the Field. Den. Rin. 
 
 — This brave Man 
 
 With long Rehftance held the Combat doubtful ; 
 His Party, prefs'd with Numbers, foon grew faint, 
 
 And 
 
SO 8; 
 
 And would have left their Charge an eafy Prey ; 
 
 Whilft he alone, undaunted at the Odds, 
 
 Tho' hopelefs to efcape, fought well and firmly ; 
 
 Nor yielded, 'till o'ermatch'd by many Hands, (Tarn. 
 
 He feem'd to fhame our Conqueft, while he own'd it. Rowe. 
 
 Now rufhing in the furious Chief appears 
 Gloomy as Night, and (hakes two (hining Spears : 
 A dreadful Gleam from his bright Armour came, 
 And from his Eye-balls flafh'd the living Flame : 
 He moves a God, refiftlefs in his Courfe, 
 And feems a Match for more than mortal Force. Pope. Horn. 
 Now pufli we on, difdain we now to fear, *\ 
 
 A thoufand Wounds let ev'ry Bofom bear, % 
 
 'Till the keen Sword be blunt, be broke the pointed Spear, i 
 
 Rowe. Luc. 
 Methinks from Ida's Top with noble Joy I view 
 The warlike Squadrons by his daring Gortaud led, 
 And him the blufhing Gods outdo : 
 Where-e'er he does his dreadful Standards bear, 
 Horrour (talks in the Van, and Slaughter in the Reer : 
 Whole Swarths of Enemies his Sword does mow, 
 And Limbs of mangled Chiefs his PaflTage ftrow, 
 And Floods of reeking Gore the Fields o'ei flow : 
 While Heav'ns dread Monarch, from his Throne of State, 
 
 With high Concern upon the Fight looks down, 
 And wrinkles his majeftick Brow into a Frown, 
 To fee bold Man, like him, diftribute Fate. Oldh. 
 See the fond Wife, in Tears of Tranfport drown'd, 
 Hugs her rough Lord, and weeps o'er ev'ry Wound : 
 Hangs on the Lips, that Fields of Blood relate ; 
 And fmiles, or trembles, at his various Fate : 
 Near the full Bowl he draws the fansy'd Line ; 
 And marks feign'd Trenches in the flowing Wine ; 
 Then fets th'invefted Fort before her Eyes, 
 And Mines, that whirl'd Battalions to the Skies : 
 His little lift'ning Progeny rurn pale, 
 And beg again to hear the dreadful Tale. Tickell. 
 But his chief Strength the Gathite Soldiers are ; 
 Each Angle Man able t'o'ercome a War : 
 Swift as the Darts they fling thro' yielding Air, 
 And hardy all as the ftrong Steel they bear : 
 A Lion's noble Rage fits in their Face, 
 Terrible comely, arm'd with dreadful Grace. Cowl. DaV 
 
 Bolder than Lions, they thick Dangers met, 
 Thro' Fields with armed Troops and pointed Harvefts fer ; 
 Nothing could tame their Rage, or quench their gen'rous 
 
 (Heat. 
 
 Like 
 
H 
 
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 Like thofe, tliey march'd undaunted, and, like thofe, 
 
 Secure of Wounds, and all that durft oppofe, 
 So to Reiifters fierce, fo gentle to their proitrate Foes. 
 
 Oldh. 
 
 They daily thru ft their Loves and Lives thro' Hazards, 
 And, fearlefs, for their Countries Peace, march hourly 
 Thro' all the Doors of Death, and know the darkeft : 
 What Labour would thefe Men negle£t, what Danger ? 
 Where Honour fits, tho' feated on a Billow, 
 Rifing as high as Heav'n, would not thefe Soldiers, 
 Like to fo many Sea-Gods, charge up to it ? 
 Behold their Swords : Time's Scythe was ne'er fo (harp, 
 Nor ever, at one Harveft, mow'd fuch Hand fu Is -, 
 Thought's ne'er fo fuddain, nor Belief fo fure, 
 When they are drawn: and, were it not fometimes 
 I fwim upon their Angers to allay them, 
 And, like a Calm, deprefs their fell Intentions, 
 They are fo deadly fure, Nature would fuffer. Beaum. 
 
 (Loyal Subject. 
 
 Hunting their Sport, and Plund'ring was their Trade : 
 In Arms they plough'd, to Battel (till prepar'd : 
 Their Soil was barren, and their Hearts were hard. Dr.Virg. 
 
 O Citizens, we wage unequal War, 
 With Men, unconquer'd in the lifted Field ; 
 Or conquer'd, yet unknowing how to yield. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 Where, where is now the gen'rous Fury gone, 
 Thar thro* thick Troops urg'dthe wing'd Warriour on ? 
 Where now rhe Spirit, aw'd the lifted Field, 
 Created to command, untaught to yield ? Duke. 
 
 The Soldiers grieve 
 
 To fee the Nations, whom our antient Virtue 
 
 With many a weary March and Hunger conquev'd, 
 
 With Lofs of many a daring Life fubdu'd, 
 
 Fall from their fair Obedience; and ev'n murmur 
 
 To fee the warlike Eagles mew their Honours 
 
 In obfcure Towns, that us'd to prey on Princes: 
 
 They cry for Enemies ; and tell the Captain, 
 
 The Fruits of Italy are lufcious . Give us Egypt, 
 
 Or fandy Africk to difplay our Valours, 
 
 There, where our Swords may get us Meat and Dangers j 
 
 Digeft our well-got Food; for here our Weapons, 
 
 And Bodies that were made for fhiniog Brafs, 
 
 Are both unedg'd and old, with Eafe and Women. 
 
 And then they cry again, Where are the Germans, 
 
 Lin'd with hot Spain or Gallia? Bring them near, 
 
 And let the Son of War, fteel'd Mithridates, 
 
 Four on us his wing'd Legions., like a Storm; 
 
 3 Riding 
 
S O 855 
 
 Hiding the Face of Heav'n with Show'rs of Arrows ; 
 
 Yet we dare fight as Romans : then, as Soldiers 
 
 Tir'd with a weary March, they tell their Wounds, 
 
 Ev'n weeping ripe, they are no more nor deeper; 
 
 And glory in thofe Scars, that make them lovely; 
 
 And, fitting where a Camp was, like fad Pilgrims, 
 
 They reckon up the Times and loading Labours 
 
 Of Julius or Germanicus ; and wonder, 
 
 That Rome, whofe Turrets once were topp'd with Honour, 
 
 Can now forget the Cuftoms of her Conquefts. 
 
 Thus they repine; and then cry out ? Who leads us ? 
 
 Shall we ftand here like Statues ? Were our Fathers 
 
 The Sons of laz,y Moors ? Our Princes Perfians ? 
 
 Nothing but Silk and Sofmefs ? Roch. Valent. 
 
 The Brave abroad fight for the Wife at heme: 
 You are but Camp-Camelions, fed with Air, 
 Thin Fame is all the braved Heroe's Share. Blac. K. Arth, 
 
 Doft thou not know the Fate of Soldiers ? 
 
 They are but Ambition's Fools, to cut a Way 
 To her unlawful Ends ; and, when they're worn, 
 Hack'd, hewn with conftant Service, thrown ahde, 
 To ruit in Peace, or rot in Hofpitals, South. Loy. Bro, 
 
 .._ — p or> Slaves to Pay, 
 What Kings decree, the Soldier mull obey : 
 Wag'd againft Foes ; and, when the Wa,s are o'er, 
 Fit only ro maintain Defpotick Pow'r : 
 DangVous to Freedom ; and defir'd alone 
 By Kings, who feek an arbitrary Throne: 
 They're Men inur'd to Blood, and exercis'd in 111. 
 
 Dryd.Bccc. Sig.&Guifo 
 
 SOLITUDE. 
 
 Blefs'd Solitude ! O harmlefs eafie State! 
 Intrench'd in Wifdom from the Storms of Fate! Dryd. Juv, 
 
 Sweet Solitude ! when Life's gay Hours are pair, 
 Howe'er we range, in thee we fix at laft : 
 Tofs'd thro' tempeftuous Seas, the Voyage o'er, 
 Pale we look back, and blefs thy fiendly Shore: 
 Our own itrift Judges, our pait'Life we fcan, 
 And ask if Glory has enlarg'd the Span : 
 If bright the ProfpecT:, we the Grave defie; 
 Trull future Ages, and contented die. Ticke'l. 
 
 - ■■' I am alone : 
 
 So was the Godhead ere he made the World, (A-la-m, 
 
 And better ferv'd himfelf, than ferv'd by Nature. Dr. Ma: . 
 
 \VqU 2.] O o If 
 
8)4 
 
 S P 
 
 If Solitude were beit, th' All-wife above 
 Had made no Creature for himfelf to love : 
 He would not be alone, who all Things can ; (of Inn, 
 
 But peopled Heav'n with Angels, Earth with Man. Dr. State 
 Few wife Men's Thoughts e'er yet purfu'd 
 
 That which their Eyes had never view'd ; 
 
 And fo our never being feen, 
 
 Is the fame Thing, as not t'have been : 
 
 Grandeur it felf and Poverty 
 
 Were equal, if no Witnefs by : 
 
 And they, who always ring alone, 
 
 Can ne'er be prais'd by more than one. Hud. 
 
 Immortality of the SOUL. 
 
 It muft be fo : Plato, thou reafon'ft well : 
 Elfe whence this pleafing Hope, this fond Defire, 
 This Longing after Immortality ? 
 Or whence this fecret Dread, and inward Horrour, 
 Of falling into Nought ? Why fhrinks the Soul 
 Back on her felf, and ftartles at Deftru&ion ? 
 *Tis the Divinity that ftirs within us j 
 'Tis Heav'n it felf, that points out an Hereafter, 
 And intimates Eternity to Man. 
 Eternity, thou pleafing, dreadful Thought \ 
 Thro' what Variety or untry'd Being, 
 Thro* what new Scenes and Changes muft we pafs ? 
 The wide, th'unbounded Profpecl lies before me ; 
 But Shadows, Clouds, and Darknefs, reft upon it. 
 Here will I hold. If there's a Pow'r above us, 
 And that there is, all Nature cries aloud 
 Thro' all her Works, he muft delight in Virtue ; 
 And that, which he delights in, muft be happy. 
 
 But when I or where ? 
 
 I'm weary of Conjectures, 
 
 The Soul, fecur'd in her Exiftence, (miles 
 
 At the drawn Dagger, and defies its Point : 
 
 The Stars (hall fade away ; the Sun himfelf 
 
 Grow dim with Age ; and Nature link in Years: 
 
 But thou (halt flourifh in immortal Youth, 
 
 Unhurt amidft the War of Elements, (Cato. 
 
 The Wrecks of Matter, and the Crufh of Worlds. Add. 
 
 S? EJ KING. 
 
 Speech is the Morning to the Soul j 
 It fpreads the beauteous linages abroad. (Guife. 
 
 «> Kich elfe lie fuiTd, and clouded in the Soul. Dryd. D. of 
 
 Why 
 
SP 8j f 
 
 Why are thy doubtful Speeches dark and troubled, 
 As Cretan Seas when vex'd by warring Winds? Smith. 
 
 (Phsed. &'Hip. 
 
 Fear not to fpeak it : thy harmonious Voice, 
 Will make the faddeilTale of Sorrow pleating, 
 
 And charm the Grief it brings. Thus let me hear it ; 
 
 Thus in thy Sight, thus gazing on thofe Eyes, 
 
 I can fupport the utmoft Spite of Fate, 
 
 And ftand the Rage of Heav'n. Smith. Pha>d. 8c Hip. 
 
 Thou fpeak'ft 
 
 As if there were fome Monfter in thy Thoughts, 
 Too hideous to be feen. Shak. Othel. 
 
 O while you fpeak, methinks a fuddain Calm, 
 In Spight of all the Hon our that furrounds me, 
 Falls upon eV.'ry frighted Faculty., 
 And puts my Soul in Tune. Lee. L.J. Brut. 
 
 « Propherick Truth dwells in thee j 
 
 For ev'ry Word thou fpeak'lt ilrikes thro' my Heart, 
 Lets in new Light, and fiiews it how't his wander'd. 
 
 Otw. Ven. Prei'. 
 
 Whene'er you fpeak, with what Delight we hear! 
 You call up ev'ry Soul toev'ry Ear. Duke. 
 
 Oh ! thou hail utter'd Sounds of fbch a Strain 
 As Natuie cannot bear : Like inmott Muiick, 
 Which, while it charms the Senfe, makes chill the Blood. 
 
 (Lee. Csef. Bor. 
 
 Blaft me not with fuch Sounds : 
 
 There's not one fatal Sentence, one dread Word, 
 
 But runs, like Ir'n, thro' my freezing Blood. Lee. Cazf.Borg. 
 
 What myftick Riddle lurks beneath thy Words, 
 Which thou would'ft feem unwilling to exprefs ? 
 Away with this ambiguous {huffing Phrafe, 
 And let thy Oracle be underftood. Rowe. Fair Pen. 
 
 Speak this again : 
 
 But fpeak it to the Winds when they are loudeft : 
 Or to the raging Seas ; they'll hear as foon, 
 And fooner will believe. Dryd. OEdip. 
 
 O Heart! Oh bleeding Love ! but fpeak, Semandra, 
 For there is wond'rous Reafon, mighty Senfc, 
 In all you fay ; and I could hear you ever. Lee. Mithr.. 
 
 Oh thy charming Tongue 
 
 Is but too well acquainted with my Weaknefs j 
 Knows, let it name but Love, my melting Heart 
 Difiblves within my Bread, 'till with clos'd Eyes 
 I reel into thy Arms, and all's forgotten. Otw. Ven. Pref. 
 
 Thy pleating Accent thrills into my Bread: 
 Not the parch'd Earth, when the hot Dog- Scar reigns, 
 
 °oi = Sucks 
 
S\6 S P 
 
 Sucks up refreshing Show'rs, with half the Eageraefs, 
 
 As I thy well-tun*d Speech. 
 
 ■ O fpeak that again : 
 
 Sweet as the Syren's Song thole Accents fall, 
 
 And charm me to my Ruin. * ■ Sourh. Loy Bro. 
 
 Methinks ro hear thee talk, Heav'n mould {mile - f 
 The jocund Orbs roul on in better Order ; 
 The Earth be wrapt in Quiet. O, go- on ! 
 Speak yet a little more, a little longer ; 
 For, by the Gods, that liiten to our Talk, 
 *Tis Heav'n to me to hear you : not the Tongues 
 Of Deities plead fo well : my Heart leaps up, 
 And pants at all you utter : each pointed Syllable, 
 From thofe dear lovely Lips, runs to my Soul, 
 And circles in my Blood. Hopk. Pyrrhus. 
 
 A Voice like thine alone might then aflwage 
 The Warrior's Fury, and controul his Rage : 
 To hear thee fpeak might the fierce Vandal ftand ; 
 And fling the brandim'd Sabre from his Hand. Tickell. 
 
 «^ — »,.. . O I know 
 Thou haft a Tongue to charm the wildeft Tempers j 
 Herds would forger to graze, and falvage Bealts 
 Stand ftill, and lofe their Fiercenefs but to hear thee, 
 As if they had Reflexion ; and, by Reafon, 
 Forfook a lefs Enjoyment for a greater. Rowe. Tamerl. 
 
 For while I fit with thee I feem in Heav'n j 
 And fweeter thy Difconrfe is to my Ear 
 Than Fruits of Palm-tree pleafanteft ro Thirft 
 And Hunger both, from Labour, at the Hour 
 Of fweet^Repaft : they fatiate, but foon fill, 
 Tho' pleafant : But thy Words, with Grace divine (Loft. 
 Imbu'd, bring to their Sweetnefs no Satiety. Milt. Par. 
 
 And the great Light of Day yet wants to run 
 Much of his Race tho' fteep ; fufpenfe in Heav*n, 
 Held by thy Voice, thy potent Voice, he hears ; 
 And longer will delay to hear thee tell 
 His Generation, and the riling Birth 
 Of Nature from the unapparent Deep : 
 Or if the Star of Ev'ning and the Moon 
 Hafte to thy Audience, Night with her will bring 
 Silence j and Sleep lift'ning to thee will watch ; 
 Or we can bid his Abfence, 'till thy Song 
 End, and difmifs thee ere the Morning fhine. Milt. P. Loft. 
 (Spoken by Adam to the Angel Raphael. 
 
 _— . _ He then prepar'd to fpeak ; 
 Thrice he afiay'd, ana thrice, in Spight of Scorn, 
 
 Tears, 
 
S P 8 37 
 
 Tears, fuch as Angels weep, burft forth ; at taft (Loft. 
 Words interwove with Sighs found out their Way. Milt. l\ 
 
 Whene'er he fpeaks, my Flocks unheeded ftray; 
 To hear him 1 could linger out the Day ; 
 Untir'd 'till Night, 'till all the Stars were gonej 
 
 And o'er the Eaftern Hills the Sun came on. - 
 
 And when fhe fpeaks, O Angilo, then Mufick, 
 Such as old Orpheus made, that gave a Soul 
 To aged Mountains, and made rugged Beafts 
 Lay by their Rages, and tall Trees, that knew 
 No Sound but Tempefts, to bow down their Branches, 
 And hear, and wonder; and the Sea, whofe Surges 
 Shook their white Heads in Heav'n, to be, as Midnight, 
 Still and attentive i fteals into our Souls 
 So fuddainly and ftrangely, that we are (Captain, 
 
 From that Time no more ours, but what flie pleafes. Beaum. 
 Virtue has tunM her Heart, and Wit her Tongue. D'Aven. 
 
 (Siege of Rhodes. 
 He was the very Joy of all that faw him ; 
 Form'd to delight, to love, and to perfwade. 
 Impaflive Spirits and Angelick Natures 
 Might have been charm'd, like yielding human Weaknefs, 
 Stoop'd from their Heav'n, and liften'd to his Talking. 
 
 Rowe.J. Shore. 
 
 O I have heard him talk 
 
 Like the firft Child of Love, when ev'ry Word 
 
 Spoke in his Eyes, and wept to be believ'd. South. Difap. 
 
 Then, with a kind compafHonating Look, 
 And Sighs, befpeaking Pity ere he fpoke: 
 Few Words he faid ; but eafy thofe and fit, (Abf. & Ach. 
 More flow than Hybla Drops, and far more fwect. Dryd. 
 
 When Lesbia firft I faw, fo heav'nly fair, 
 With Eyes fo bright, and with that awful Air j 
 I thought my Heart, which durft fohigh afpire, 
 As bold as his, who fnatch'd celeftial Fire: 
 But, foon as e'er the beauteous Ideot fpoke, 
 Forth from her coral Lips fuch Folly broke, 
 Like Balm, the trickling Nonfenfe heal'd my Wound i 
 And, what her Eyes enthrall'd, her Tongue unbound. Cong. 
 
 S P H T N X. 
 
 Then Sphynx began to rage ; 
 The Monfter Sphynx laid your rich Countrcy wade, 
 Your Vineyards (poil'd, your lab'ringOxen ilew : 
 Your felves, for Fear, mew'd up within your Walls: 
 She, rallerthan vour Gates, o'erlook'd your Town : 
 
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 But, when (he rais'd her Bulk to fail above you, 
 She drove the Air around her, like a Whirlwind, 
 And (haded all beneath ; 'till, {looping down, 
 She clapt her leathern Wings againft yourTow'rs, 
 And thruft out her long Meek, ev'n to your Door*. 
 
 You durft not meet in Temples, 
 
 Tinvoke the Gods for Aid : the proudefl: He, 
 
 Who leads you now, then crouch'd like a dar'd Lark; 
 
 This Creon (hook for Fear : 
 
 The Blood of Laius curdled in his Veins. Dryd. OEdip. 
 
 SPIDER. 
 
 So the falfe Spider, when her Nets are fpread, 
 Deepambufh'd in her filent Den does lie: 
 
 And feels, far off, the Trembling of her Thread, 
 
 Whofe filmy Cord (hould bind the ftruggling Fly * 
 
 Then, if at laft (he find him faft befet, ' ' 
 
 She iffues forth, and runs along her Loom ; 
 
 She joys to touch the Captive in her Net, 
 
 And drags the little Wretch in Triumph home. Dryd. 
 
 So her difembowel'd Web 
 
 The Spider in a Hall or Kitchen fpreads, 
 Obvious to vagrant Flies, (he fecret (lands 
 Within her woven Cell: the humming Prey, 
 Regard lefs of their Fate, rufh on the Toils 
 Inextricable j, nor will ought avail 
 Their Arts, or Arms, or Shape of lovely Hue. 
 The Wafp infidious, and the buzzing Drone, 
 And Butterfly, proud of expanded Wings, 
 Diftinft with Gold, entangled in her Snare, 
 Ufelefs Refiftance make : with eager Strides 
 She tow'ring flies to her expe&ed Spoils ; 
 Then, with envenom'd Jaws, the vital Blood 
 Drinks of relu&ant Foes ; and to her Cave 
 Their bulky Carcafles triumphant drags. Phil. 
 
 The Spiders, in the Vault their fnary Webs have fpread. 
 
 Dryd. Virg. 
 Thus Spiders travel, by their Bowels fpun 
 Into a Thread, and, when the Race is run, 
 Wind up their Journey in a living Clue. Cleavl. 
 
 The Spider at the Entrance fets 
 
 Her Snares, and fpins her Bowels into Nets. Add. Virg. 
 
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 SPIRITS. 
 
 ^ Some Aftral Forms I muft invoke by Pray'r j 
 
 Fram'd all of pureft Atomes or* the Air : 
 
 In airy Chariots they together ride, 
 
 And ftp the Dew, as thro' the Clouds they glide. 
 
 Vain Spirits, you, that fhunning Heav'ns high Noon, 
 
 Swarm here beneath the Concave of the Moon : 
 
 Hence, to the Task a(Tign*d you here below j 
 
 Up3n the Ocean make loud Tempefts blow j 
 
 Into the Wombs of hollow Clouds repair, 
 
 And crufh out Thunder from the bladder'd Air : 
 
 From pointed Sun-beams take the Miftsthey drew, 
 
 And fcatter them again in pearly Dew: 
 
 And, of the bigger Drops they drain below, (Love. 
 
 Some mould in Hail, and others ftamp in Snow. Dryd.Tyr. 
 
 Animal SPIRITS. 
 
 TV An*mal Spirits, govern'd by the Will, 
 Shoot thro' their Tracks, and diftant Mufcles fill ; 
 This SovVaign, by his arbitrary Nod, 
 Reftrains, or fends his Minifters abroad : 
 Swift and obedient to his high Command, 
 They ftir a Finger, or they lift a Hand j 
 They tune our Voices, or they move our Eyes ; 
 By thefe we walk, or from the Ground arife j 
 By thefe we turn, by thefe the Body bend j 
 Contract a Limb at Pleafure, or extend. 
 Unguided they a juft Diftin£lion make, 
 This Mufcle fwell, and leave the other flack : 
 And when their Force this Limb or that infle&s, 
 Our Will the Meafure of that Force directs j 
 The Spirits, which diftend them as we pleafe, 
 Exert their Pow'r, or from their Duty ceafe : 
 Thefe Out- guards of the Mind are fent abroad, 
 And frill patrolling beat rhe neighb'ring Road; 
 Or to the Parts remote obedient fly ; 
 Keep Pods advanc'd, or on the Frontier lie : 
 The watchful Centinels, at ev'ry Gate, 
 At ev'ry Paflage to the Senfes wait ; 
 Still travel to and fro the nervous Way, 
 And their knpreflions to the Brain convey ; 
 Where their Report rhe vital Envoys make, 
 And with new Orders are remanded back. 
 
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 Quick, as a darted Beam of Light, they go, 
 Thro' different Paths to different Organs now; 
 Whence they refiedt as fwifrly to the Brain, 
 To give ir Pleafbre, or to give it Pain. Blac. 
 
 SPLEEN. 
 
 Umbriel, 
 
 el, a dusky melancholy Sp-ighr, 
 A9 ever fully'd the fair Face of Light, 
 Down to the central Earth, his proper Seme, 
 Repairs to fearch the gloomy Cave of Spleen. 
 Swift on his footy Pinions flirts the Gnome, 
 And in a Vapour reach'd the difmal Dome. 
 No chearful Breeze the fullen Region knows; 
 The dreaded Eaft is all the Wind that blows: 
 Here, in a Grotto, ihelreiM clofe from Air, 
 And skreen'd in Shades from Day's detefted Glare ; 
 She fighs for ever on her pen five Bed ; 
 Pain at her Side, and Languor at her Head. 
 Two Handmaids wait the Throne; alike in Place, 
 But diff'ring far in Figure and in Face. 
 Here, flood Ill-Nature, like an anrient Maid, 
 Her wrinkled Form in black and white array'd ; 
 With Store of Pray'rs, for Mornings, Nights, and Noons, 
 Her Hand is fill'd ; her Bofom with Lampoons. 
 There, Affectation, with a iickly Mien, 
 Shews in her Cheek the Rofes of fifteen, 
 Pradlis'd to lifp, and hang the Head afide, 
 Faints into Airs, and languishes with Pride; 
 On the rich Quilt finks with becoming Woe, 
 Wrapt in a Gown, for Sicknefs, and for Show : 
 The Fair One feels fuch Maladies as thefe 
 When each new Night-drefs gives a new Difeafr. 
 A conftant Vapour o'er the Palace flies, 
 Strange Phantoms riling as the Mitts afife : 
 Dreadful, as Hermits Dreams in haunted Shades, 
 Or bright as Virions of expiring Maids : 
 Now glaring Fiends, and Snakes on rouling Spires, 
 Pale Spectres, gaping Tombs, and purple Fires : 
 Now Lakes of liquid Gold, Elyfian Scenes, 
 And ciyftal Domes, and Angels in Machines. 
 Unnumber'd Throngs on ev'ry Side are feen, 
 Of Bodies chang'd to various Forms by Spleen. 
 Here living Tea-pots ftand, one Arm held out ; 
 One bent ; the Handle this, and that the Spout : 
 A Pipkin there, like Homer's Tripod walks ; 
 Here fighs a Jar, and there a Goofe-jpye talks. 
 
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 Men prove wirh Child, as pow'rful Fanfy works, 
 
 And Maids, tnrn'd Bottles, call aloud for Corks. 
 
 Safe pafs'd the Gnome thro' this fantaftick Band, 
 
 A Branch of healing Splcenwort in his Hand : 
 
 Then thus addrefs'd the PowY.— Hail mighty Queen, 
 
 Who rule the Sex from fifty to fifteen. 
 
 Parent of Vapours and of female Wit, 
 
 Who give th* Hyfterick or Poetick Fir ; 
 
 On various Tempers aft by various Ways, 
 
 Make fomerake Phyfick, other fcribble Plays : 
 
 Whocaufc the Proud their Vlfits to delay, 
 
 And fend the Godly, in a Pete, to pray. Pope. 
 
 SPRING. 
 
 Spring, the fweet purple Dawn and Morning of the Year, 
 The Snows are melted, and the kindly Rain 
 Defccnds on ev'ry Herb, and ev'ry Grain; 
 Soft balmy Breezes breathe along the Sky : 
 The bloomy Seafon of the Year is nigh. 
 The Cuckoo tells aloud her painful Love ; 
 The Turtle's Voice is heard in ev'ry Grove ; 
 The Failures change; the warbling Linnets ting: 
 Prepare to welcome in the gawdy Spring. Phil. 
 And now the weftern Winds, with vital Pow'r, 
 Call forth the tender Grafs, and budding FlowV. 
 And now the vernal Breezes warm the Sky. Add. 
 For now the fallen Winter's pall, 
 No more we fear the Northern Biaft : 
 No Storms, nor threat'ning Clouds appear, 
 No falling Rain deforms the Year : 
 Already, fee ! the teeming Earth 
 Brings forth the Flow'rs, her beauteous Birch-: 
 The Dews, and fort defcending Show'rs 
 ■Nurfe the new-born tender Flow'rs : 
 Hark ! the Birds melodious ling, 
 And fweetiy ufher in the Spring : 
 Clofe by his Fellow fits the Dove, 
 And, billing whifpers her his Love.— — 
 ■ Now the fnowy Hills 
 
 Unveil their Tops, and fwell the gentle Rills : 
 The weftern Winds diilblve the mellow Soil. Laud. Virg. 
 
 When firft the Weftern Breeze 
 
 Becalms the Year, and fmoorhs the troubled Seas : 
 
 Before the chatt'ring Swallow builds her Kelt ; 
 
 £*; Fields ia Spring's Embroidery are dreft. Add. Virg, 
 
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 The kindly Spring 
 
 Began to cloath the Ground, and Birds to fmg. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 On the moift Ground the Sun ferenely fhines ; 
 The Winter Winds their bluflr'ring Rage forbear j 
 And in a lilent Pomp proceeds the mighty Year.-Dr. Virg. 
 
 The Spring was in the Prime; the neighb'ring Grove 
 Supply'd with Birds, the Choriftersof Love: 
 Muiick unbought, that minifter'd Delight, 
 To Morning Walks, and lull'd his Cares by Night. Dryd. 
 
 (Boc.Theod.&Hon. 
 
 When the Sun's Orb, to folace fouthern Seats, 
 Inverts his Courfe, and from the North retreats > 
 As he advances, his indulgent Beam 
 Makes the glad Earth with freih Conceptions teem j 
 Reftores their leafy Honours to the Wood?, 
 Flow'rs to the Banks, and Freedom to the Floods j 
 Unbinds the Turf, exhilerates the Plain ; 
 Brings back his Labour, and recruits the Swain j 
 Thro' all the Soil a gen'rous Ferment fpreads, 
 Regenerates the Plants, and new adorns the Meads. 
 The Birds, on Branches perch'd, or on the Wing, J 
 
 At Nature's verdant Reftauration fing, > 
 
 And with melodious Lays falute the Spring. Black. J 
 
 ■ In Spring, when all Things prove 
 
 The Stings of Pleaiure, and the Pangs of Love : 
 Etherial Jove then glads, with genial Show'rs, 
 Earth's mighty Womb, and ftrews her Lap with Flow'rs : 
 Hence Juices mount; and Buds, embolden'd try 
 More kindly Breez.es, and a fofterSky: 
 Kind Venus revels: Hark! on ev'ry Bough, 
 In lulling Strains the feather'd Warblers woo : 
 Fell Tigers (often in th' infectious Flames ; 
 And Lions, fawning, court their brinded Dames: 
 Great Love pervades the Deep : To pleafe his Mate, 
 The Whale, in Gambols, moves his monftrous Weight : 
 Heav'd by his wayward Mirth, old Ocean roars ; 
 And fcatter'd Navies bulge on diftant Shores : 
 All Nature Smiles : Come now, my Fair, my Love, 
 To tafte the Odours of the Woodbine Grove j 
 1 o pafs the Ev'ning Glooms in harmlefs Play ; 
 And, fweetly vowing, languifh Life away : 
 An Altar, bound with recent Flow'rs, I rear 
 To thee, beft Seafon of the various Year : 
 All hail : Such Days in beauteous Order ran, 
 So foft, fo fweet, when firft the World began ? — « — ■ 
 
 ■ The early Linnets fmg, 
 The warbling Philomel falutes the Spring. 
 
 Now 
 
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 Now lavifh Nature points the purple Year: 
 Here on green Banks the blufhing Vi'lets glow; 
 Here weftern Winds on breathing Rofes blow. 
 Now Hawthorns bloflbm, now the Dairies fpring, 
 Now Leaves the Trees, and Flow'rs adorn the Ground. 
 All Nature laughs, the Groves frefh Honours wear j 
 The Sun's mild Luftre warms the vital Air. Pope. 
 The Land, O Sun, revives at thy Approach, 
 
 She Blooms and quickens at thy Touch : 
 Her kindled Atoms Life receive; 
 The Meadows and the Groves begin to ftir and live : 
 Mixt with thy Beams, the fouthern Breezes blow, 
 And helrj the fprouting Births below : 
 Th' infant Flow'rs in Hafte appear, 
 And gratefully return Perfumes to the kind Air : 
 The Trees and Fields again look frefh and gay : 
 The Birds begin their fofter Play ; 
 Thou haft their Life, nay more, their Love, reftor'd ; 
 Their late and early Hymns praife thee,their welcome Lord : 
 The fpreading Fire glides thro' the Plains and Woods : 
 It even pierces the cold Floods : 
 The duller Brutes feel the foft Flame, 
 The Fifties leap for Joy, and wanton in their Stream. 
 
 Now active Spring awakes her tender Buds, 
 And genial Life informs the verdant Woods. 
 Now potent Nature fheds her kindly Show'rs, 
 And decks the various Mead with op'ning Flow'rs. Prion 
 
 S J^ U I R E. 
 
 As fome raw Squire, by tender Mother bred, 
 'Till one arid twenty keeps his Maidenhead : 
 (Pleas'd with fome Sport, which he alone does find, * 
 And thinks a Secret to all Humane Kind :) 
 'Till mightily in Love, yet half afraid. 
 He fir ft attempts the gentle Dairy- Maid : 
 Succeeding there, and led by the Renown 
 Of Whetftone's Park he comes at Length to Town 5 
 Where, enter'd by fome Schoolfellow or Friend, 
 He ^rows to break Glafs- Windows in the End : 
 His Valour too, which with the Watch began, 
 Proceeds to Duel, and he kills his Man. Dryd. . 
 So the young Squire, when firft he comes 
 
 From Countrey- School to Will's or Tom's, 
 
 And equally, G-d knows, is fit 
 
 To be a Statefman, or a Wit ; 
 
 Without one Notion of his own, 
 
 Still faunters wildly up and down ; Til) 
 
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 Till fome Acquaintance, good or bad, 
 
 Takes Notice of a (taring Lad, 
 
 Admirs him in amongft the Gang : 
 
 They jeft, reply, drfpute, harangue; 
 
 He acts and talks' as they befriend him, 
 
 Smear'd with the Colours which they lend him. 
 
 Thus, meerly as his Fortune chances, 
 
 His Merit or his Vice advances. 
 
 If haply he the Seel purfues, 
 
 That read and comment upon News, 
 
 He takes up their myftetious Face; 
 
 He diinks his Coffee without Lace. 
 
 His Wifdom fets all Europe right, 
 
 And teaches Marlb'rough when to fight. 
 
 But if it be his Fate to meet 
 
 With Folks that have more Wealth than Wit 
 
 He loves cheap Port, and double Bub, 
 
 And fettles in the Hum-drum Club • 
 
 He learns how Stocks will fall or rife, 
 
 Holds Poveny the greateft Vice s 
 
 Thinks Wit the Bane of Conversation, 
 
 And fays, that Learning Spoils a Nation. 
 
 But if at fir ft he minds his Hits, 
 
 And drinks Champaign among the Wits, 
 
 Five deep hetoafts the tow'ring LalTes, 
 
 Repeats you Verfes writ on Glaffes - y 
 
 Is in the Chair, pvefcribes the Law ; 
 
 And lies with thofe he never faw. Piior. 
 
 S Q U I R R E L. 
 
 - Haft thou never feen 
 
 A Squirrel fpend his little Rage, 
 
 In jumping round a rouling Cage ? 
 
 The Cage, as either Side turn'd up, 
 
 Striking a Ring of Bells a-top : 
 
 Mov'd in the Orb, pleased with the Chimes, 
 
 The fooliih Cream- e thinks he climbs : 
 
 But here or there, turn Wood or Wire, 
 
 He never gets two Inches highY. 
 
 So fares it with thofe merry Blades, 
 
 That frisk it under Phoebus' Shades ; 
 
 In noble Songs, and lofty Odes, 
 
 They tread on Stars, and talk with Gods ; 
 
 Still dancing in an ai r y Round ; 
 
 Still pleasYf with their own Verfes Sound ; 
 
 Brought back, how fart foeYr they go ; 
 
 Always afpiring, always low, Prior. $ TA G. 
 
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 STAG. 
 
 Ev'n thus, a mighty Stag, that long has flood 
 The unmoldted Monarch of the Wood, 
 Safe in its Coverts and protecting Shade, 
 If at an anient Oak he ftands at latl 
 At Bay, by furious Dogs too clofely chas'd ; 
 Fearlefs he looks ; and, to his clam'rous Foes 
 Does his thick Grove of native Arms oppofe: 
 The Dogs with diftant Cries infelt his Ears ; 
 And from afar the Huntfmen caft their Spears j 
 None daring to approach the gen'rous Beaft, 
 Project aloof their Darts againft his Breail. Blac. P. Arrh, 
 
 Under an Oak, whofe antique Root peeps out 
 Upon the Brook, that brawls along this Wood, 
 A poor fequefter'd Stag,— — — 
 That from the Hunter's Aim had ta'en a Hurt, 
 
 Did come to languifh : 
 
 The wretched Animal heav'd forth fuch Groans, 
 That their Difcharges ftretch'd his leathern Coat 
 Aimoit to burfting ; and the big round Tears 
 Cours'd one another down his innocent Nofe fyou like it. 
 In piteous Chaie, and fwell'd the Tunning Brook. Shak.As 
 So flies the wounded Stag, prbvok'd with Pain, 
 Bounds o'er the fpacious Downs in vain ; 
 The feather'd Torment flicks within his Side j 
 And from the fmarting Wound a purple Tide 
 Marks all his Way with Blood, and dies the grafly Plain. 
 
 (Hughes. Hor. 
 A mighty Stag grew Monarch of the Herd, 
 By all his favage Slaves obey'd and fear'd : 
 And, while the Troops about their Sov'reign kd, 
 They warch'd the awful Nodding of his Head : 
 Still, as he pafTes by, rhey all remove, 
 Proud in Dominion, prouder in his Love : 
 One Subject moft did his Sufpkion move, 
 That fhew'd leatl Fear, and counterfeited Love; 
 In the belt Paltures by bi-s Side he fed, 
 Arm'd with two large Milk as on his Head : 
 As if he p: adlis'd Majefty he waik'd, 
 And, at his Nod, he made not Hafte, but ftalk'd : 
 By his large Shade he faw how great he was, 
 And his vaft Layers on the bended Grafs : 
 His Thoughts as large as his Proportion grew j 
 And judg'd himfelf as fit for Empire too: 
 Thus to rebellious Hopes he fwell'd at length, 
 Love and Ambition growing with his -tiength : This 
 
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 This hid Ambition his bold PafTion (hews, 
 
 And from a Subject to a Rival grows : 
 
 Solicites all his Princes fearful Dames, 
 
 And in his Sight courts with rebellious Flames : 
 
 Stands by his Miftrefs* Side, and ftirs not thence, 
 
 But bids her own his Love, and his Defence. 
 
 The Quarrel now to a vaft Height is grown, 
 
 Both urg'd to fight by Paflion and a Throne ; 
 
 The fov'raign Stag, ftiaking his loaded Head, 
 
 On which his Sceptre with his Arms were fpread, 
 
 Wifely by Nature there together fix'd, 
 
 Where with the Title the Defence was mix'd : 
 
 Their Heads now meet; and, at one Blow, each (hikes 
 
 As many Strokes, as if a Rank of Pikes 
 
 Grew on his Brows ; as thick their Antlers ftand, 
 
 Which ev'ry Year kind Nature does disband: 
 
 With equal Strength they met, as if two Oaks 
 
 Had fall'n, and mingled with a thoufand Strokes : 
 
 While thus with equal Courages they meet, 
 
 The wounded Earth yields to their ftruggling Feet, 
 
 And while one Aides, th' other pur fues the Fight, 
 
 And thinks, that forc'd Retreat looks like a Flight : 
 
 But then, afham'dof his Retreat, at length 
 
 Drives back his Foe : his Rage renews his Strength 
 
 As even Weights, into a Motion thrown, 
 
 By equal Turns, drive themfelvesup and down; 
 
 So fometimes one, then th' other, Stag prevails, 
 
 And Vi&ory, yet doubtful, holds the Scales. 
 
 The Prince, afham'd to be oppos'd fo long, 
 
 With all his Strength united rufhes on: 
 
 And with one furious Pufh his Rival throws. 
 
 Yet then he rais'd his Head, on which there grew 
 
 Once all his Pow'r, and all his Title too j 
 
 Unable now to rife, and lefs to fight, 
 
 He rais'd thofe Sceptres to demand his Right : 
 
 But fuch weak Arguments prevail with none, 
 
 To plead their Titles, when their Pow'r is gone. 
 
 His Head now finks, and with it all Defence ; 
 
 Not only robb'd of Pow'r, but all pretence : 
 
 Wounds upon Wounds the Conqu'rour ftill gives, 
 
 And thinks himfelf unfafe, while t'other lives. 
 
 Now to the mod fcorn'd Remedy he flies j 
 
 And for fome Pity feems to move his Eye?. 
 
 The flatt'i ing Troops ftrait to the Vi&or fly, 
 
 And own his Title to the Victory. 
 
 The Vittor now, proud in his great Succefs, 
 
 Haftes to enjoy his fatal Happincfs j 
 
 Forgot 
 
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 Forgot his mighty Rival was deftroy'd, 
 By that, which he fo fondly now enjoy'd. 
 In Paflions thus Nature herfelf enjoys, 
 Sometimes preferves, and then again deftroys : 
 Yet all Deftrudtion, which Revenge can move, 
 Time, or Ambition, is fupply'd by Love. How, 
 
 Tame Stag. 
 
 The ftately Beaft the two Tyrrheidae bred, 
 Snatch'd from his Dam, and the tame Youngling fed : 
 Their Sifter Silvia cherifh'd with her Care 
 The little Wanton ; and did Wreaths prepare. 
 To hang his budding Horns: with Ribbons ty'd 
 His tender Neck, and comb'd his filken Hide j 
 And bath'd his Body : Patient of Command 
 In time he grew ; and growing us'd to hand : 
 He waited at his Matter's Board for Food ; 
 Then fought his falvage Kindred in the Wood : 
 Where grazing all the Day, at Night he came 
 To his known Lodgings, and his Countrey Dame. 
 This Houfhold-Beaft, that us'd the woodland Grounds, 
 Was view'd at firft by the young Hero's Hounds, 
 As down the Stream he fwam, to feek Retreat 
 In the cool Waters, and to quench his Heat: 
 Afcanius, young, and eager of his Game 
 Soon bent his Bow, uncertain in his Aim : 
 But the dire Fiend the fatal Arrow guides, 
 Which pierc'd his Bowels thro' his panting Sides : 
 The bleeding Creature iflues from the Floods, 
 Pofiefs'd with Fear, and feeks his known Abodes j 
 His old familiar Hearth, and Houfhold Gods : 
 He falls, he fills the Houfe with heavy Groans, 
 Implores their Pity, and his Pain bemoans. Dryd. Virg. 
 
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 STALL ION. 
 
 Now, whilft their Youth is fili'd with kindly Fire, 
 Submit thy Females to the lufty Sire r 
 Watch the quick Motions of the frisking Tail* *y 
 
 Then ferve their Fury with the rufhing Male, J» 
 
 Indulging Pleafure left the Breed (hould fail. j 
 
 When worn with Years ; when dire Difeafes come, 
 Then hide his not ignoble Age at home : 
 For, when his Blood no youthful Spirits move, 
 He languifhes, and labours in his Love :. 
 And, when the fprightly Seed fhou'd fwiftlycome, 
 Dribbling he drudges, and defrauds the Womb : 
 
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 In vain he burns, like hafty Stubble Fires j 
 And in himfelf, his former Self requires. 
 Then, once again rhc batter'd Horfe beware : 
 The weak olcl Stallion will deceive thy Care. 
 As for the Females, with induftrious Care, 
 Take down their Mettle 5 keep them lean and bare j 
 When their hot pouting Vent declares their Pain j 
 When confeious of their paft Delight, and keen 
 To take the Leap, and prove the Sport again: 
 With (canty Meafuve then fupply their Food \ 
 And, when athirft, reftrain them from the Flood : 
 For Fear the Ranknefs of the fweiling Womb 
 Shou'd fcant the PaiTage, and confine the Room : 
 Left the fat Furrows fhou'd the Senfe detfroy 
 Of genial Luft, and dull the Seat of Joy: 
 But let them fuck the Seed with greedy Force ; 
 And there inclofe the Vigour of the Horfe. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 STAR. 
 
 The wakeful Palinurus rofe, to fpy 
 The Face of Heav'n, and the nocturnal Sky ; 
 Obfevves the Stars, and notes their Hiding Conrfe ; 
 The Pleiads, Hyads, and their watjy Force; 
 And both the Bears is careful to behold ; 
 And bright Orion, arm'd with burnith'd Gold. Dr. Virg. 
 
 The radiant Galaxies of blended Stars, 
 Whofe Influence governs Mortals here below. Hig.G.Conq. 
 
 The Stars rowl adverfe, and malignant fhine. 
 
 The Stars fhine bright, and keep their Place above, 
 Tho' ruffling Winds deform this lower World. Rowe. Tarn, 
 
 Were all the Stars, thofe beauteous Realms of Light, 
 At Diftance only hung to fhine by Night, (Biac. 
 
 And with their twinkling Beams to pleafe the Sight : 
 
 Behold the pleating Pleiades appear, 
 All fpringing upward from the briny Seas : 
 But foon as their affrighted Quire furveys 
 The wat'ry Scorpion, mend his Pace behind-, "l 
 
 With a black Train of Storms, and Winter Wind ; J 
 
 They plunge into the Deep, and fafe Protection find. Dr. J 
 
 (Vug. 
 
 Pale they wou'd look, as Stars that mufr be gone, 
 When from the Eaftthe vi.ing Sun comes on. "Wall. 
 
 — Adieu, each glnnm'ring Light, 
 
 Adieu, ye gay Attendants on the Night. Bowles. Theoc. 
 
 Morning 
 
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 Morning Star. 
 
 Star of the Morning, why doft thou delay ? 
 Come, Lucifer 5 drive on the lagging Day. Di yd. Virg. 
 
 And now the riling Star did HeaVn adorn, 
 Whofe radiant Fives foretel the blufhing Morn. Pope. Horn. 
 
 So the glad Star, which Men and Angels love, 
 Prince of the glorious Ho(t, that iliines above, 
 No Light of Heav'n fo chearful, or To gay, 
 Lifts up his facred Lamp, and opens Day. Cowl. David. 
 
 So finks the Day-Star in the Ocean Bed, 
 And yet anon repairs his drooping Head, 
 And tricks his Beams, and, with new-fpangled Ore, 
 Flames in the Forehead of the Morning Sky. Milt. 
 
 Evening Star. 
 ■ Now glow'd the Firmament 
 
 With living Saphires: Hefperus, that led 
 
 The (tarry Hoft, rode brightest. Milt. Par. Loir. 
 
 Bright Star, by Venus hx'd above 
 To rule the happy Realms of Love : 
 Thou, in the dewy Rear of Day, 
 Advancing thy dilringuifh'd Ray, 
 Doft other Lights as far outfhine, 
 
 As Cynthia's Silver glories thine. * • 
 
 I And now the Ev'ning Star, 
 
 Love's Harbinger appear'd. Milt. Par. Loft. 
 
 Falling Star. 
 
 — When wand'ring Stars adorn the Nighr, 
 
 The falling Meteors draw long Trains of Light : 
 
 Like Arrows, fliot fom the celeftial Bow, 
 
 They cut the Air, and ftrike our Eyes b;bw. Creech.ManiL 
 
 There /hot a (beaming Lamp along the Sky, 
 Which on the winged Lightning feem'd to fly : 
 From o'er the Roof the Blaze bcg3n to move ; 
 And trailing vauifrTd in th' Idsean Grove : 
 It fwept a Path in Heav'n, and fhone a Guide ; 
 Then in a (learning nench of Sulphur dy'd. Dryd. 
 
 Swift as a (hootirg Star 
 
 In Aurumn thwarts the Night, when Vapours fn'd 
 Imprefs rhe Air, and (hews 'he Mariner 
 From which Point of his Compafs to beware 
 Impetuous Winds. Milr. Par. Loft. 
 
 ; Like a falling Star, 
 
 Which in a cloudlefs ev'.iing from rhe Top 
 
 Of Heav'n drops down, or teems at leaft todrop. Add. Ovid. 
 
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 A defending Star, 
 
 Which warns the Tempeft, rufhing from afar. 
 The headlong Planet glides in firy Streams, 
 And (hoots thro' Darknefs with its radiant Beams: 
 It cuts the Shadows with a Trail of Light, 
 And makes a Medley of the Day and Night. 
 
 STATESMAN. 
 
 Statefmen are 
 
 The Workmanfhip of inconfid'rate Favour : 
 The Creatures of rafh Love : one of thofe Meteors, 
 Which Monarchs raife from Earth ; — ■ * 
 And People, wond'ring how they came fo high, 
 Fear, from their Influence, Plagues, and Wars, and Fa- 
 (mine. Dryd. Maid. Queen. 
 
 Th' ambitious Statefman labours dark Defigns, 
 Now open Force employs, now undermines : 
 By Paths direct his End he now pui fues, 
 By fide Approaches now, and flaming Views. Blac. 
 
 They Meafure not the Compafs of a Crown, 
 To fit the Head that wears ir, but their own. D'Aven. 
 
 (Siege of Rhodes. 
 
 His Tongue was made 
 
 Smooth, foft and fluent; fitted to perfuade : 
 
 For courtly Arts, and fine Intrigues of Stare. Blac. P. Arth. 
 
 He was a Man created in the Dark :• 
 He walks invilibly, and dwels in Labyrinths : 
 Silence he loves; but, when he talks, his Language 
 Bears more promifcuous Senfe than antient Oracles : 
 So various in his Shapes, that oft he is difguis'd 
 
 From his own Knowlege : 
 
 An Errour incident to modern Politicians. (Albovine. 
 
 Who labour to know others more than themfelves. D'Aven, 
 
 So, oft a Statefman lab'ring to be good, 
 His Honefty's for Treafon underltood : 
 While fome falfe flatt'ring Minion of the Court 
 Shall play the Traitor, and be honour'd for't. 
 
 For as two Cheats, that play one Game, 
 
 Are both defeated of their Aim ; 
 
 So thofe, who play a Game of Srate, 
 
 And only cavil in Debate, 
 
 Altho' there's nothing loft nor won, 
 
 The publick Bufinefs is undone, 
 
 Which ftill the longer 'tis in doing, 
 
 Becomes the furer way to Ruin. Hud. 
 
 But 
 
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 But Faith is all in Minifters of State; 
 For who can promife to be fortunate: Dryd. Ovid. 
 
 Great Satefmen Kings fhou'd watch, while they imploy, 
 Left, what they build, thofe underhand deftroy. Lee. Soph. 
 
 Valiant Fools 
 
 Were made by Nature for the Wife to work with, 
 They are their Tools ; and 'tis the Sport of Srarefmen, 
 When Heroes knock their knotty Heads together, 
 And fall by one another. Rowe. Amb. Step. 
 
 Thus Wic (till gets the MatVry o'er Courage : 
 Long time unmatch'd in War the Hero fhone, 
 And mighty Fame in Fields of Battel won ; 
 'Till one fine Project of the Statefman's Brain 1 
 
 Bereaves him of the Spoils his Arms did gain, > 
 
 And renders all his boafted Prowefs vain. Rowe. Amb.Step. > 
 
 Thy boift'rous Hands are then of Ufe, when I 
 With this directing Head thofe Hands apply : 
 Brawn without Brain is thine : my prudent Care 
 Forefees, provides, adminifters, the War. 
 Thy Province is to fight ; but, when (hall be 
 The Time to fight, the King confults with me : 
 No Dram of Judgment with thy Force is join'd : 
 Thy Body is of Profit ; and my Mind : 
 But how much more the Ship her Safety owes 
 To him who fleers, than him who only rows ; 
 By how much move the Captain merits Praifc, 
 Than he who fights ; or, fighting, but obeys j 
 By fo much greater is my Worth than thine, 
 Whocanft but execute what I defign. 
 What gain'ft thou, brutal Man, if 1 confefs 
 Thy Strength Superior, when thy Wit is lefs ? 
 Mind is the Man : I claim my whole Defert 
 From the Mind's Vigour, and th* immortal Parr. Dr. Ovid. 
 
 The Bold are but the Inftruments o'th Wife, 
 They undertake the Dangers we advife : 
 And, whillt our Fabrick with their Fame we raife, (G. p. i. 
 We take the Profit, and pay them with Praife. Dr. Col 
 
 Unhappy Minifters to cheated Princes ; 
 Who make new Quarrels, new Pretences find, (Conq. 
 
 To pleafe us Wretches, who deftroy Mankind. Hig, Gen, 
 
 But change iii Statefmen is moft natural : 
 They're Weathercocks of Time, and face about 
 
 To ev'ry veering Wind. Tate. Loy. Gen. 
 
 As old Sinners have all Points 
 O'th' Compafs in their Bones and Joints, 
 Can by their Pangs and Aches find 
 All Turns and Changes of the Wind : 
 
 So 
 
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 So guilty Sinners in a State 
 
 Can by their Crimes prognofticate ; 
 
 And in their Confciences feel Pain 
 
 Some Days before a Show'r of Rain, lhi&. 
 
 He, that feeks Safety in a Starefman's Pity, 
 May as well run a Ship upon fharp Rocks, 
 And hope a Harbour.——— How. Duke of Lerma. 
 
 O could ft thou charm the Malice of a Statefman, 
 And make him quit his Purpofe of Revenge, 
 Thy Preaching might reform the guilty World, 
 And Vice would be no more. Rowe. Amb. Stepm. 
 
 Art thou a Statefman, 
 
 And canfl: not be a Hypocrite ? Impofirble ! 
 
 Do not diftruft thy Virtues. Dryd. D. Seb. 
 
 Thy reafons were too ftrong, 
 
 And d;iv'n too near the Head, to be but Artifice: 
 And after all I know thou art a Statefman, 
 Where Truth is rarely found. Dryd. D. Seb. 
 
 - — Love and Intereft fometimes 
 May make a Statefman Honerh Dryd. Cleom. 
 
 This 'tis to ferve a Prince too faithfully ; 
 "Who, free from Laws himfelf, will have that done, 
 Which, not perform'd, brings us to fure Difgrace j 
 And, if perform'd, to Ruin. 
 
 This 'tis to councel Things that are uojuft, 
 Firft to debauch a King to break his Laws, 
 Which are his Safety, and then feek Protection 
 From him they have endangei 'd. 
 
 If Princes not protect their Minifters, 
 What Man will dare to ferve them r 
 
 None will dare 
 
 To ferve them ill, when they are left to Laws : 
 
 But when a Counfellor, to fave himfelf, 
 
 Would lay Mifcarriages upon his Prince, 
 
 Expofing him to pnblick Rage and Hate ; 
 
 O, 'tis an A£r. as infamoufly bafe, 
 
 As fhould a common Souldier skulk behind, 
 
 And thrurl. his Gen'ral in the Front of War : 
 
 It fhews he only fervM himfelf before, 
 
 And had no Senfe of Honour, Countrey, Kingj 
 
 But centred on himfelf; and us'd his Matter, 
 
 As Guardians do their Wards, with fhews of Care, 
 
 But with Intent to fell the publick Safety, 
 
 And pocket up his Prince. Dryd. Span. Fryar. 
 
 STATUE^ 
 
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 STATUE. 
 
 Still to new Scenes my wand'ringMufe retires ; 
 And the dumb Show of breathing Rocks admires j 
 Where the fam'd ChifTel all its Force has fnewn, 
 And foften'd into Flefa the rugged Stone : 
 In folcmn Silence, a majiftick Band, 
 Heroes, and Gods, and Roman Confuls ftand : 
 Stern Tyrants, whom their Cruelties renown, 
 And Emperours, in Parian Marble frown : 
 While the bright Dames, to whom they humbly fu'd^ 
 Still (how their Charms, that their proud Hearts fubdu'd.Ad. 
 
 The Parian Marble there (hall teem to move, 
 In breathing Statues, not unworthy Jove. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 STEER. 
 
 A Steer of two Years old they take, whofe Head 
 Now firft with burnifh'd Horns begins to fpread. Dr. Virg. 
 
 A Snow-white Steer, 
 
 Who like his Mother bears aloft his Head 
 
 Burs with his threat'ning Brows, and bellowing ftands, ■ 
 
 And dares the Fight, and fpurns the yellow Sands. Dr.Virg. 
 
 As ftubborn Steers, by brawny Plowmen broke, 
 And join'd, reluctant, to the gaulingYoke, 
 Alike difdain with fervile Necks to bear, 
 Th' unwonted Yoke, or drag the crooked Share ; 
 But rend the Reins, and bound adifT'rent Way, 
 And all the Furrows in Confufion lay. Pope. Star. 
 
 S r E N T O R. 
 
 Loud Srentor to th* AfTembly had Accefs ; 
 None aim'd at more, and none fucceeded lefs: 
 True to Extreams ; yet to dull Forms a Slave : 
 With Indignation and a daring Air, ' 
 
 He paus'd a while j and thus addrefs'd the Chair. Garth. 
 
 STER1ITT of Sexes. 
 
 'Tis not the vain Decrees of Pow'rs above 
 Deny Produ&ion to the A£ls of Love ; 
 Or hinder Fathers of that happy Name; 
 <">r with a barren Womb the Matron (hame ; 
 As many think, who (lain with Victims Blood 
 The mournful Altars, and with Incenfe load, 
 
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 To blefsthe ihow'ry Stcd with future Life > 
 
 And to impregnate the well-labour'd Wife : 
 
 In vain they weary Heav'n with Pray'r j or fly 
 
 To Oracles ; or magick Numbers try : 
 
 For Barrennefs of Sexes will proceed, 
 
 Either from too condens'd, or wat'ry, Seed : 
 
 The wat'ry Juice too foon diflblves away, 
 
 And, in the Parts projected, will not ft ay : 
 
 Thetoocondens'd, unfoul'd, unwieldy Mafs 
 
 Drops fhort; nor carries to the diftant Place ; 
 
 Nor pierces to the Parts; nor, tho' injected home, 
 
 Will mingle with the kindly Moifture of the Womb, 
 
 For Nuptials are unlike in their Succefs ; 
 
 Some Men, with fruitful Seed, fome Women blefs; 
 
 And from fome Men fome Women fruitful are, 
 
 Juft as their Conft itutions join or jar : 
 
 And many, feeming barren Wives have been, 
 
 Who, after match'd with more prolifick Men, 
 
 Have fill'd a Family with prattling Boys j 
 
 And many, not fupply'd at Home with Joys, 
 
 Have found a Friend abroad to eafe their Smart, 
 
 And to perform the faplefs Husband's Part : 
 
 So much it does import, that Seed with Seed 
 
 Should of the kindly Mixture make the Breed; 
 
 And thick with thin, and thin with thick, fhould join, 
 
 So to produce and propagate the Line. 
 
 Of fuch Concernment too is Drink and Food, 
 
 T'incraffate, or attenuate, the Blood: 
 
 Of like Importance is the Pofture too, 
 
 In which the genial Feat of Love we do : 
 
 For, as the Females of the four- foot Kind 
 
 Receive the Leaping of the Males behind, 
 
 So, the good Wives, with Loins uplifted high, 
 
 And leaning on their Hands, the fruitful Stroke may try ! 
 
 For, in that Pofture they will beft conceive : 
 
 Not when, fupinely laid, they frisk and heave ; 
 
 For a£tive Motions only break the Blow ; i 
 
 And more of Strumpets than of Wives they (how ; ("flow, f 
 
 When, anfw'ring Stroke for Stroke, the mingled Liquors > 
 
 Endearments eager, and too brisk a Bound, 
 
 Throw off the Plough fhare from the furrow'd Ground : 
 
 But common Harlots in Conjunction heave, 
 
 Becaufe 'tis kfs their Bus'nefs to conceive, 
 
 Than to delight, and to provoke the Deed : 
 
 A Trick, which honeft Wives but little need. Dr. Lucr. 
 
 STORK. 
 
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 STORK. 
 
 ■ The Stork on high "> 
 
 Seems to falute her infant Progeny, £> 
 
 Prefaging pious Love with her aufpicious Cry. Dr. Juv. > 
 
 The Stork's the Emblem of true Piety ; 
 Becaufe, when Age has feiz'd, and made her Dam, 
 Unfit for Flight, the grateful young One take?. 
 His Mother on his Back, provides her Food, 
 Repaying thus hei tender Care of him, 
 Ere he was fit to fly, by bearing her. Beaum. Span. Curate. 
 
 STORM. 
 
 A Murky Storm, deep low'ring o'er our Heads 
 Hung imminent, and with impeiious Gioom 
 Oppob'd itfelf to Cynthia's iilver Ray, 
 
 And fhaded all beneath. Add. Virg. 
 
 Firft from a gentle Blaft the Winds arife, 
 Whofe infant Voice in whifp'ring Murmurs flies, 
 And with loud Clamours fills the troubled Skies: 
 Then thro' the jarring Zones it frets and roars, 
 And lifts the fwelling Billows to the Shores: 
 Vaft wat'ry Mountains roul upon the Sand 
 And angry Surges beat the trembling Land : 
 A havih, ftirill Noife^ the echoing Caverns fills ; 
 And ftrikesthe Ear from the relounding Hills; 
 Whofe rev'rend Tops, with aged Pine-trees crown'd, 
 Rock with the Wind, and tremble with the Sound. 
 
 The rattling Eurus, and loud Boreas fly, 
 And with outrageous Tempefts fill the Sky : 
 The Sailor's Clamour, and enormous Cries, 
 The Crack of Mafts, mix'd with the dreadful Noife, 
 Of Storms and Thunder, rending all the Air, (B. i. 
 
 Form the laft Scene of Horrour and Defpair. Blac. P. Arth. 
 A lowring Cloud, freighted with Storms and Night, 
 
 Came rouling on ; the gloomy Waves affright : 
 
 Swell'd by the bluft'ring Winds huge Seas arife ; 
 
 Tempeft and humid Night obfcui'd the Skies: 
 
 Redoubled Claps of Thunder burft the Clouds ; 
 
 Difpers'd, we wander'd thro' the raging Floods. 
 
 Ev'n Palinurus no Diftinclion found ( v irg. 
 
 Twixt Day and Night ; fuch Darknefs reign'd around! Laud. 
 ■ The gathering Clouds amain 
 
 Pour'd down a Storm of rattling Hail and Rain ; 
 
 And Lightning flafh'd betwixt : the Field and Flow'r?, 
 
 Burnt up before, were bury'd in the Show'rs : The 
 
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 The Ladies and the Knights, no fheltcr nigh, 
 Bare to the Weather and the wintry Sky, 
 Were dropping wet, difconfolate and wan, 
 And thro' their thin Array receiv'd the Rain. Dr. Chauc. 
 
 (The Flower and the Leaf. 
 
 Mean time, thegathVing Clouds obfcurethe Skies ; 
 From Pole to Pole the torky Lightning flies ; 
 The rattling Thunders roul ; and Juno pours 
 A wint'ry Dcjiige down ; and founding Show'rs. 
 The rapid Rains, defcending from the Hills, 
 To rouling Torrents raife the creeping Rills. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 • i — Now fouthern Storms arife ; 
 
 Loud Rattling (hakes the Mountains, and the Plain: 
 
 Heav'n bellies downward, and defcends in Rain : 
 
 Whole Sheets of Water from the Clouds are fent. Dr. Virg. 
 
 The Storms arife, 
 
 Which fouthern Winds drive rattling thro' the Skies j 
 
 The Heav'n and Sun their Eyes behold no more ; 
 
 The Clouds flafh all their Day : loud Tempefts roar : 
 
 The Mountains tremble; and the Plains refound ; 
 
 And fhorelefs Oceans deluge on the Ground. Laud. Virg. 
 
 Thro' all the Sky arife outrageous Storms, 
 And Death ftands threat'ning in a thoufand Forms : 
 Clouds, charg'd with loud Deftruclion, drown the Day, 
 And airy Demons in wild Whirlwinds play : 
 Thick Thunder-Claps, and Lightnings livid Glare, 
 Dirturb the Sky, and trouble all the Sir : 
 Outrage, DiftraSion, Clamour, Tumult, reign 
 Thro' the Dominions of th' unquiet Main. Blac. P. Arth- 
 
 At once the rufhing Winds, with roaring Sound, 
 Burft from th' JEoWzn Caves, and rend the Ground 5 
 With equal Rage their airy Quarrel try, 
 And win by Turns the Kingdom of the Sky : 
 But with a thicker Night black Aufter fhrouds 
 The Heav'ns, and drives on Heaps the rouling Clouds ; 
 Then down on Earth a rattling Tempeft pours, 
 Which the cold North congeals to haily Show'rs : 
 From Pole to Pole the Thunder roars aloud, 
 And broken Light'nings flafh from ev'ry Cloud : 
 Now fmokes with Show'rs the mitty Mountain-Ground, 
 And floated Fields lie undiftinguifh'd round ; 
 Th' Inachian Streams with headlong Fury run, 
 And Erafinus rouls a Deluge on. 
 The foaming Lerna fwells above its Bounds, 
 And fpreads its antient Poifon o'er the Grounds : 
 Where late was Duft, now rapid Torrents play, 
 Rufh thro' the Mounds, and bear the Dams away : 
 
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 Old Limbs of Trees, from crackling Forefts tern, 
 
 Are whir I'd in Air, and on the Winds are borne : 
 
 The Storm the black Lycean Groves difplay'd, 
 
 And flvft to Light expos'd the venerable Shade: 
 
 The Prince with Wonder did the Wafte behold, 
 
 While from torn Rocks the mafly Fragments roul'dj 
 
 And heard, aftonifh'd, from the Hills afar 
 
 The Floods defcending, and the wat'ry War, 
 
 That, driv'n by Storms, and pouring o'er the Plain, 
 
 Swept Herds, and Hinds, and Houfes to the Main. Pope.Sut. 
 
 Horronr, Confufion, Uproar, Strife and Fear, 
 In all their wild amazing Shapes appear. Blac. P. Artru 
 
 But now the gath'ring Clouds began to rife ; 
 And lab'ring Winds conveyM them up the Skies: 
 A dreadful Storm enfu'd : Fire, Hail and Rain 
 Beat with an unknown Fury on the Main : 
 Such Thunderclaps, fuch Winds, fuch Billows roar, 
 As never trembling Sailors heard before : 
 Experienced Captains, grey in Danger grown, 
 Stand now amaz'd, and all their Terrour own: 
 In vain to ftop the leaking Ships they try'd ; 
 In vain the Pump, in vain the Rudder ply'd ; 
 In vain they cut their Mafts, or furl'd their Sails; 
 The Sea's refiftlefs, and the Storm prevails: 
 Some VefTels, with inevitable Shocks, 
 Were dafh'd to pieces on the craggy Rocks: 
 Some overfet ; fome founder'd, -ibme the Sand (Arth. 
 
 Suck'd in ; and fome were loft upon the Strand. Blac. K. 
 
 As when -a loud Autumnal Tempeir. moves 
 Th' inclining Pines, and fhakes the golden Groves : 
 The Leaves and Fruit from bending Boughs fall down(Arth. 
 In yellow Show'rs, and all the Mountains crown. Blac. K. 
 
 With painted Oars the Youths begin to fweep 
 Neptune's fmooth Face, and cleave the yielding Deep, 
 Which foon becomes the Seat of fuddain War 
 Between the Wind and Tide, that fiercely jar. 
 As when a Sort of lufty Shepherds try 
 Their Force at Foot-Ball, Care of Victory 
 Makes them falute fo rudely Breaftto Breaft, 
 That their Encounter feems too rough for Jeft; 
 They ply their Feet, and Mill the reftlefs Ball, 
 Tofs'd to and fro, is urged by them all : 
 So fares the doubtful Barge 'twixt Tide and Winds ; 
 And like EfFeft of their Contention finds. 
 Th' opprefted Vedel does the Charge abide, 
 Only becaufc aflail'd on ev'ry Side : 
 
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 So Men, with Rage and Paflion fet on Fire, 
 Trembling for Hafte, impeach their mad Defire : 
 Great Maro could no grearer Tempeft feign, 
 When the loud Winds, ufurping on the Main 
 For angry Juno, labouv'd to deftroy 
 The hated Reliques of confounded Troy. Wall. 
 
 Now, far from either Shore, they plough'd their Way; 
 And all behind them, and before, was Sea : 
 When,with the growing Night, the Winds rofe high, 
 A ("welling Sea prefag'd a Tempeit nigh : 
 Aloud the Mailer cries, Furl all your Sails ; 
 No longer fpread to catch the flying Gales : 
 But his Commands are borne unheard away, 
 Drown'd in the Roar of a far louder Sea : 
 Yet, of themfelves, their Tasks the Sailors know, 
 And are, by former Storms, inftructed now : 
 Some to the Mails the ftruggling Canvas bind, 
 And leave free Pafiage to the raging Wind : 
 Some flop the Leaks, while fome the Billows caft 
 Back on the Sea, which rouls them back as fall 
 Thus in Confufion they their Parts perform, 
 While fighting Winds increafe th* impetuous Storm : 
 Amaz'd, the Pilot fees the Waves come on, 
 Too thick and raft, for his weak skill to (hun : 
 On ev'ry Side the threat'ning Billows fall, 
 And Art is at a Lofs to 'fcape them all. 
 The Cries of Men, the Rattling of the Shrouds, 
 Floods daPn'd on Floods, and Clouds encount'ring Clouds, 
 Fierce Winds beneath, above a thund'ring Sky, 
 Unite their Rage to work the Tempeft high : 
 Vaft Billows, after Billows, tumbling come, 
 And rouling Seas grow white with angry Foam : 
 To mountain Heights the fwelling Surges rife, 
 Waves, pU'don Waves, feem equal to the Skies ; 
 Now, rufhing headlong with a rapid Force, 
 Look black as Hell, to which they bend their Courfe : 
 The Ship on riling Seas is lifted up, 
 And now feems feated on a Mountain -Top, 
 Surveying thence the Stygian Lakes that flow 
 And roul their diftant Waters far below ; 
 Now, downwards with the tumbling Billows driv'n, 
 From Hell's profoundeft Depth looks up to Heav'n : 
 Waves after Waves the {hatter'd Veflel crufli, 
 All Sides alike they charge, on all they rufh : 
 While with a Noife th' attainting Billows roar, 
 As loud as batt'ring Rams, that force a Tow'r : 
 As Lions, fearlefs, and fecure from Harms, 
 Rufh with prodigious Rage on pointed Arms ; Chaf 'd, 
 
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 Chaf'd, if repuls'd, they run the fiercer on, 
 
 And lafh themfelves to Fury, as they run : 
 
 So roul the Seas, with fuch refiftlefs Force, 
 
 And gather Strength in their impetuous Courier 
 
 Now dart the Planks, and leave the Veflel's Sides 
 
 Wide open, to receive the conqu'ring Tides : 
 
 In at the Breach the raging Waters come, 
 
 All prerfing to purfue their Conqued home : 
 
 Fierce Neptune now, who long alone had drove, 
 
 As if too weak himfelf, feeks Aid from Jove: 
 
 Whole Heav'n diflblves in one continu'd Rain, 
 
 Defcending, in a Deluge, to the Main, 
 
 Whofe mounting Billows tofs it back again ; 
 
 Seeming by Turns each other to fupply, 
 
 The Sky the Seas, and now the Seas the Sky : 
 
 Show'rs join with Waves, and pour in Torrents down, 
 
 And all the Floods of Heav'n and Earth grow one : 
 
 No Glimp e of Light is feen, no Sparkles fly, 
 
 From friendly Stars, thro' the benighted Sky: 
 
 Double the Horrour of the Night is grown, 
 
 The Temper's Darknefs added to her own ; 
 
 Till thund'ring Clouds Itrike out a difmal Light, 
 
 More dreadful than the Depth of blacked Night ; 
 
 Upwards the Waves, to catch the Flames, afpire, 
 
 And all the rouling Surges feem on Fire : 
 
 Now, mad with Rage, they o'er the Hatches tow'r, 
 
 And drive, poflefs'd of them, to conquer more : 
 
 As a brave Soldier, whom the flrong Deftre, 
 
 And burning Third of Glory fet on Fire, 
 
 With more than common Ardour in his Bread, 
 
 And higher Hopes, ipur'd farther than the red, 
 
 Oft fcales in vain a well defended Town, 
 
 But mounts at length, and leaps viftorious down, 
 
 Alone of all, the dreadful Shock abides, 
 
 While thouftnd others periih by his Sides : 
 
 So the tenth Billow, rouling from afar, 
 
 More vig'rous than the red, maintains the War ; 
 
 Now gains the Deck, and, with Succefs grown bold, 
 
 Pours thence, in triumph down, and facks the Hold : 
 
 Part, dill without, the batter'd Sides aflail, 
 
 And, where that led the Way, attempt to fcale; 
 
 As in a Town, already half poflefs'd, 
 
 By foes within it, and without it, prefs'd, 
 
 All tremble, of their lad Defence bereft, 
 
 And fee no Hope of any Safety left ; 
 
 No Aid their oft fuccefsful Arts can boad, 
 
 At once their Courage and their Skill is lod: 
 
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 Helplefs they fee the raging Waters come, 
 
 Each threatens Death, and each prefents a Tomb : 
 
 One mourns his Fate in loud Complaints and Tears j 1 
 
 Another, more aftonifh'd, quite forbears S 
 
 From Sighs and Words, too faint to tell his Fears : J 
 
 This calls them blefs'd, whofun'ral Rites receive, 
 
 Poffefs'd in Quiet of a peaceful Grave : 
 
 This rears his fuppliant Hands unto the Sky, 
 
 And vainly looks for what he cannot fpy : 
 
 This thinks upon the Friends he left behind, 
 
 And his, now orphan, Children rack his Mind : 
 
 Alcyone alone could Ceyx ftir, 
 
 His anxious Thoughts ran all alone on her: 
 
 One farewel View of her was all his Care ; 
 
 And yet he then rejoic'd, fhe was not there : 
 
 For a laft Look, fain wou'd he turn his Eyes 
 
 On her Abode, but knows not where it lies : 
 
 The Seas fo whirl, with fuch prodigious Might, "| 
 
 While pitchy Clouds, obfcuring Heav'n from Sight, C 
 
 Increafe the native Horrour of the Night : J 
 
 Nowfplits the Mad, by furious Whirlwinds torn, 
 
 And now the Rudder to the Seas is borne : 
 
 A Billow, with thofe Spoils encourag'd, rides 
 
 Aloft, in Triumph o'er the lower Tides : 
 
 Thence, as fome God had pluck'd up Rocks, and thrown 
 
 Whole Mountains on the Main, fhe tumbles down j 
 
 Down goes the Ship, with her unhappy Freight, 
 
 Unable to fuftain the prefling Weight : 
 
 Part of her Men along with her are borne, 
 
 Sunk in a Gulph, whence they muff, ne'er return : 
 
 Part carch at Planks, in hopes to float to fhore, 
 
 Or ftem the Tempeft, 'till its Rage be o'er : 
 
 Ev'n Ccyx, of the like Support poffefs'd, 
 
 Swims, undiftinguih'd now, among the reft : 
 
 To his Wife's Father, and his own, prefers 
 
 His ardent Vows for Help ; but neither hears : 
 
 To both repeats his frill neglected Pray'r j 
 
 Calls oft on both, but oft'ner calls on her : 
 
 The more his Danger grew, the more it brought 
 
 Her dear Remembrance to his reftlefs Thought ; 
 
 Whofe dying Wifh was, that the friendly Stream •> 
 
 Wou'd roul him to rhofe Coafts, whence late he came, S 
 
 To her dear Hands, to be interr'd by them : J 
 
 Still, as the Seas a breathing Space afford, 
 
 Halcyone, rehears'd, forms ev'ry word : 
 
 Half of her Name his Lips, now finking, found, 
 
 When the remaining Half in him was drown'd: 
 
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 A huge black Arch of Waters, which had hung 
 
 High in the gloomy Air, and threaten'd long, 
 
 Burfting afunder, hurls the dreadful Heap, 
 
 All on his Head, and drives him down the Deep. Hop. Or. 
 
 A violent Wind rofe from his fecret Cave, 
 And Troops of frighted Clouds before it drave ; 
 Whilft with rude Hafte the confus'd Tempeft crowds, 
 vMvift dreadful Flames fhot thro' th' encountering Clouds ; 
 From whofe torn Womb th* impvifon'dThunderbroke, 
 And in dire Sounds the Prophets Senfe it fpoke: 
 Such an impetuous Show'r it downwards fcnt, 
 As if the Waters 'bove the Firmament 
 Were all let loofe. Horrour, and fearful Noife 
 Fill'd the black Scene, till the great Prophet's Voice, 
 Swift as the Wings of Morn, reduc'd the Day, (David. 
 Wind, Thunder, Rain and Clouds fled all at once away. Co. 
 
 Jove gave th* Alarm to Nature : Strait the Thunder 
 From ditf'rent Quarters roar'd, and the blue Lightning 
 Thwarted the Light'ning in itsflanting Flight: 
 The Sea-Gods in a Moment turn'd the Seas 
 Up from their deep Foundation : — " ' - 
 They, roaring out, in liquid Mountains roul'd, 
 With Intervals of horrid Vales between them ; 
 While fcreaming Monrters echo'd to our Shrieks : 
 Death in a thouiand Shapes at onceappeai'd,- 
 
 And each of them amazing : * 
 
 Three Days and Nights adrift before the Storm 
 We in the Deep lay rolling. Den. Iphig. 
 
 See ! How the Clouds, like angry Surges, fly, (Jeruf. 
 And dafh the cryftal Beaches of the Sky ! Crown. Deft, of 
 
 Now, far at Sea, they faw no Land around/ 
 While diftant Skies and Waves the ProfpeS bound : 
 A hov'ring Storm ftandslow'ring o'er their Heads, 
 And Night and Horrouron the Billows fpreads. Laud.Virg. 
 
 On the Earl of STRA FFO RD's Trial 
 
 and Death. 
 
 Great Strafford ! worthy of that Name, tho' all 
 Of thee could be forgotten, but thy Fall: 
 Such was his Force of Eloquence, to make. 
 The Hearers more concem'd, than he thatfpakej 
 Each feem'd to act the Part he came to fee, 
 And none was more a Looker-on than he: 
 So did he move ourPaffion, fome were known 
 To wifh, for the Defence, the Crime their own. 
 
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 Now private Pity ftrove with publick Hate, 
 
 Reafon with Rage, and Eloquence with Fate : 
 
 Now they could him, if he could them, forgive $ 
 
 He's not too guilty , but too wife to live. 
 
 This Fate he could havefcap'd, but wou'd not lofe, 
 
 Honour for Life, but rather nobly chofe 
 
 Death from their Fears, than Safety from his own. 
 
 That his laft Action all the reft might crown. DenJtL 
 
 STREAM. 
 
 Proud and foolifh, noify Stream ! 
 Who to fome muddy Plafh thy Birth doft owe, 
 Which cafually a Brook became, 
 Affifted by the Rain, and melting Snow : 
 
 Tho' now thou boaft'ft thy (welling Tide, 
 Auguft will foon be here, and end thy fhort-liv'd Pride. 
 
 Thou foam'ft and boil'ft along the Plain, 
 The Flocks and Shepherds threatening by the Way, 
 Thro borrow'd Waters bafely vain, 
 Lift'ft up thy Head, and doft regardlefs ftray j 
 Troubled, oblique, and this alone, 
 Thy noify Pride is all, which thou canft call thy own. 
 Thy upftart Stream will foon be gone, 
 No Drop remain of thy infulting Flood ; 
 But the worft Cattle of the Plain 
 Tread o'er the dufty Sand, and fpurn it with Difdain. — . 
 Sweet Stream, that doft with equal Pace, 
 Both thy felt fly, and thy felf chafe, - 
 Like Aiding Streams, impoflible to hold, 
 Like them fallacious, like their Fountains cold. Dr. Ovid. 
 
 See that fair lovely Stream, which down along 
 From yonder Hillock's gently riling Side, 
 
 Pours the fmooth Current of its eafy Tide. Theoc. 
 
 Thus Streams, that beat againft their Banks in vain, 
 Retreating fwell into a Flood again. Otw. D. Carl. 
 
 When Tides againft the Current flow, (of Gran. p. !. 
 
 The native Stream runs its own Courfc below. Dr. Conq. 
 
 Thus little Streams rowl on with filent Waves j 
 They bubble thro* the Stones, and foftly creep, *1 
 
 As fearful to difturb the Nymphs that fleep : £ 
 
 The Mofs, fpread o'er the Marble, feems to weep : J 
 
 Whilft other Streams no narrow Bounds contain ; (Lucr. 
 They break fuch Banks, and fpread o'er all the Plain. Cre- 
 
 The Thracians have a Stream, if any try 
 To tafte, his harden'd Bowel petrify : 
 Whate'er it touches it converts to Stone, 
 
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 And a Marble Pavement where it runs. 
 
 Crathis, and Sybaris her Sifter- Flood, 
 That Aide thro' our Calabrian Neighbour- Wood, 
 With Gold and Amber dye the fhining Hair : 
 And thither Youth refort : For who would not be fair ? 
 
 But ftranger Virtues yet in Streams we find ; 
 Some change not only Bodies, but the Mind : 
 Who has not heard of Salmacis obfcene, 
 Whofe Waters into Women foftcn Men ? 
 Or ^Ethiopian Lakes, which turn the Brain 
 To Madnefs, or in heavy Sleep conftrain ? 
 Clytorian Streams the Love of Wine expel : 
 Such is the Virtue of th* abftemious Weil ! 
 For there the colder Nymph, that rules the Flood, 
 Extinguifhes, and balks the drunken God. 
 Unlike Effects Lynceftis will produce ; 
 Who drinks his Water, tho' with mod'rateUfe, 
 Reels as with Wine ; and fees with double Sight ; 
 His Heels too heavy, and his Head too light. Dr. Ovid. 
 
 STYLE. 
 
 His incoherent Style, like fick Men's Dreams, 
 Varies all Shapes, and mixes all Extreams. Rofc. Hor. 
 
 Chufea juft Style, be grave without Conftraint ; 
 Great without Pride, and lovely without Paint. Soarn.Boxl. 
 
 A Verfe was weak, you turn it much too ftrong, 
 And grow obfcnre, for fear you fhould be long : 
 Some are not gawdy, but are flat and dry .;, 
 Not to be low, another foars too high : 
 Would you ofev'ry one defervethe Praife ?' 
 In writing vary your Difcourfe, and Phrafe : 
 A frozen Style, that neither ebbs nor flows, 
 Inftead of pleating, make us gape and doze: 
 Thofe tedious Authors are efteem'dby none, 
 Who tire us, humming the fame heavy Tone ! 
 Happy, who in his Verfe can gently fteer 
 From grave to light, from pleaTant to fevere. Soam. Boil. 
 
 In all you write, be neither low nor vile ; 
 The meaneft Theme may have a proper Style. Soame. Boil, 
 
 There is a kind of Writer pleas'd with Sound, 
 Whofe fuftian Head with Clouds is compafs'd round.; 
 No Reafon can difperfe them with its Light 
 Learn then to think, ere you pretend to write : 
 As your Idea's clear, orelfe obfcure, 
 Th' Expreflion follows perfect, or impure : 
 
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 What we conceive, with Eafe we can exprefs ; 
 
 Words to the Notions flow with Eafinefs. Soame. BoiK 
 
 Obfervethe Language well in all you write, 
 And fwerve not from it in your loftieit Flight: 
 The fmootheft Verfe, and the exacted Senfe 
 DifpleafeuS, if illEnglifh give Offence: 
 A barb'rous Phvafe no Reacler can approve, 
 Nor Bombaft, Noife, or Affectation, love : 
 In fhort, without pure Language, what you write, 
 Can never yield us Profit, or Delight. Soame. Boil. 
 
 Gently make Hafte, of Labour not afraid : 
 A hundred times confider what you've faid : 
 Polifh, repolifh, ev'ry Colour lay ; 
 And fometimes add, but oft'ner take away : 
 *Tis not enough, when fwarming Faults are writ, 
 That here and there arefcatter'd Sparks of Wit. Soam.Boil. 
 
 Keep to your Subject clofe in all you fay, 
 Nor for a founding Sentence ever ftray. Soame. Boil 
 
 Wife Nature by Variety does pleafe : 
 Cloath difPring Paffions in a d iff'r in g Drefs : 
 Bold Anger in rough haughty Words^appears, 
 Sorrow is humble, and diffolves in Tears : 
 Make not your Hecuba with Fury rage, 
 And fhew a rattling Grief upon the Stage : 
 Or tell in vain how the rough Tanais bore 
 His feven-fold Waters to the Euxine Shore : 
 Thefe fwol'n Expreflions, this affected N5ife 
 Shows like fome Pedant, that declaims to Boys : 
 In Sorrow you muft fofter Methods keep, 
 And, toexcire our Tears, your felf mult weep : 
 Thofc noify Words, with which ill Plays abound. 
 Come not from Hearts that are in Sadnefs drown'd. 
 
 To pleafe you muft a hundred Changes try ; 
 Sometimes be humble, then muft foaronhigh . 
 In noble Thoughts muft ev'ry where abound, 
 Be eafy, pleafanr, folid, and profound : 
 To thefe you muft furprizing Touches join, 
 And (hew us a new Wonder in each Line ■> 
 That all, in ajuft Method, welldtlign'd. 
 May leave a ftrong Imprcflion on the Mind. Soame. Boil, 
 
 Others for Language all their Care exprefs y 
 And value Books, as Women Men, for Drefs : 
 
 Their Praife is ftill, The Style is excellent ; 
 
 The Senfe they humbly take upon Content : 
 
 Words are like Leaves j and, where they moft abound, 
 
 Much Fruit of cenfe beneath is rarely found. 
 
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 Falfe Eloquence, like the Prifmatick Glafs, 
 
 Its gawdy Colours fpreads on ev'ry Place : 
 
 The Face of Nature we no more furvey ; 
 
 All glares alike, without Diftin&ion gay : 
 
 But true Expreflion, like th' unchanging Sun, 
 
 Clears, and improves, whate'er it fhines upon : 
 
 It gilds all Objects, but it alters none. 
 
 Expreflion is the Drefs of Thought ; and ftill 
 
 Appears more decent, as more fuitable : 
 
 A vile Conceit, in pompous Words exprefs'd, 
 
 Is like a Clown, in regal Purple drefs'd: 
 
 For diff 'rent Styles with difPrent Subjects fort, 
 
 As fev'ral Garbs with Country, Town, and Court. Pope. 
 
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 Ye awful Stygian Waves, by which when Gods 
 Have {worn, the Oath inviolable ftands. Brom. Horn. 10. 
 
 Behold the Stygian Floods : 
 
 A facred Stream, which Heav*ns imperial State 
 Attefts in Oaths, and fears to violate. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 SUBJECTS. 
 
 What have the People done, the Sheep of Princes, 
 That they fhould pevifh for the Shepherd's Fault ? 
 They bring their yearly Wooll, to cloath their Owners, 
 An,d yet, when bare themfelves, are cull'd for Slaughter. 
 
 (Dryd. Love Triutn, 
 
 Safety and equal Government are Things, 
 Which Subjects make as happy as their Rings. Wall. 
 
 The Vulgar, Greatnefs too much idolize, (Gran. p. i , 
 But haughty Subjects it too much defpife. Dryd. Conq. of 
 
 When Subjects cannot pay they foon rebel* Dr. Auren. 
 
 S U.C C E S S. 
 
 For the fame Fa£t, we've often known 
 
 One mount the Cart, another mount the Throne : 
 And fouleft Deeds, attended with Succefs, y 
 
 No longer are reputed Wickednefs, £ 
 
 Difguis'd with Virtue's Livery and Drefs. ddh, J 
 
 It is Succefs make Innocence a Sin : 
 If th' End be glorious, glorious is the Way ; (Dar. 
 
 They always have the Caufe, who have the Day. Crown. 
 
 Who follow Fortune ftill are in the Right. Drvd. Conq. 
 
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 Succefs no more can lafl: than Beauty can. Dryd. 
 
 Had I mifcarry'd, I had been a Villain ; 
 For Men judge Actions always by Events: 
 But, when we manage by a juft Forelight, 
 Succefs is Prudence, and PoiieiTion Right. Hig. Gen. Con„ 
 
 If all Things by Succefs are underftood, 
 Men, that make War, grow wicked to be good. How.In.Qi 
 
 We cannot anfwerfor unborn Events : 
 The Gods have plac'd them in the Hands of Fate, 
 To fhape and fafhion for their high Decrees - y 
 At their appointed Time to bring them forth, 
 To baffle human Wit and Induflry. South. Fate of Capua. 
 
 Fate holds the Strings ; and Men like Children move, 
 But as they're led : Succefs is from above. Lan.Her. Love. 
 
 'Tis not in Mortals to command Succefs : fCato. 
 
 But we'll do more, Sempronius, we'll deferve it. Add. 
 
 SUMMER. 
 
 'Twas now the ripen'd Summer's higheft Rage, 
 Which no faint Cloud durft mediate tc aifwage : 
 Th' Earth, hot with Third, and hot with Lu't for Rain, 
 Gap'd, and breath'd feeble Vapours up in vain, (David, 
 
 Which ftrait were fcatter'd, or devour'd by th' Sun. Cowl. 
 
 Now both the Lion and the Dogconfpive, 
 With furious Rays to fet the Day on fire. Staff. Hor. 
 
 Now fprouting Births, and beauteous vernal Bloom, 
 By the Suns warmer Rays to ripe Pcrfe&ion come j 
 TV auftere and pond'rousjuices rhey fublime, 
 Make them afcend the porous Soil, and climb 
 The Orange- Tree, the Citron, and the Lime : 
 Wh ; ch, drunk in Plenty by the thirfty Root, 
 Break forth in painted Flow'rs, and golden Fruit : 
 Tney explicate the Leaves, and ripen Food 
 For thefilk Lab'rers of the Mulberry Wood : 
 And the fweet Liquor on the Cane beftow, 
 F'om which, prepar'd, the lufcious Sugars flow. 
 With gen'rous Juice enrich the fpreading Vine, 
 And in the Grape digeft the fprightly Wine. 
 The fragrant Trees, which grow by Indian Floods, 
 And in Arabia's aromatick Woods, 
 Owe all their Spices to the Summe-.'s Hear, 
 Their gummy Tears, and odorif'rous Swear. 
 Now the bright Son compacts the precious Scone, 
 Imparting radiant Luitre, like his own. 
 He tinctures Rubies with their rofy Hue, 
 And on the Saphire fpreads a heav'nly Blue j 
 
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 For the proud Monarch's dazling Crown prepares 
 Rich orient Pearl, and adamantine Stars. Black. 
 
 Now fcorching Sirius burnt the thirfty Moors, 
 And Seas contracted left their native Shores ; 
 The Earth lay chopt, no Spring fupply'd his Flood ; 
 And Mid-day Rays boil'd up the Streams to Mud. Cre. Vh\ 
 
 . Now fultry Sirius reigns, 
 
 Glows in the Air, and fires the chirfty Plains. Broome. 
 
 And now the raging Dog-ftat mounted high, ^ 
 
 Cleaves theparch'd Earth, and blafts the fultry Sky. — 
 
 >*- The firy Suns too fiercely play, 
 And fhrivel'd Herbs on with 'ring Stems decay. Dr. Virg. 
 
 The Farmer, now fecure of Fear, 
 
 Sends in the Swains to fpoil the finifli'd Year : 
 And now the Reaper fills his greedy Hands ; 
 And binds the golden Sheafs in brittle Bands. Dryd. Virg 
 
 For now the Sun to th' Ar&ick Line returns, 
 And with a fcorching Ray the Ha'rveft burns j 
 Empties the Rivers, and the Marfhes dries, f Arth, 
 
 Chaps the hard Plain, and ruffet Meadows fries. Biac. K, 
 
 S UN. 
 
 Great Eye of all, whofe glorious Ray, 
 
 Rules the bright Empire of the Day ! 
 O praife his Name, without whofe purer Lighr, 
 Thou had'ft been hid in an Abyfsof Night. Rofc. 
 
 Such, and fo bright, an Afpecl now'he bears, 
 As when thro* Clouds th* emerging Sun appears, 
 And, thence exerting his refulgent Ray, 
 Difpeisthe Darknefs, and reveals the Day. Pope. Ovid. 
 
 God of Verfes and of Days, 
 
 Light of the World, and Ruler of the Year! 
 
 Great in Wifdom as in Power ; 
 
 When, clad in rifing Majefty, 
 
 Thou marcheft d©wn o'er Debs' Hills confefs'd, 
 
 With all thy Arrows arm'd, in all thy Glory drefs'd. Prior. 
 
 Thus Motion, Light, and Heat, combhVd in one, 
 Make up the glorious EiTence of the Sun. - 
 
 The Sun too from above his Vigour yields 
 To us below, and cherifhes our Fields. Creech. Lucr, 
 
 The Sun, whofe Bounty does each Spring reftore 
 What Winter from the rifled Meadows tore j. 
 Who ev'ry Morning, with an early Ray, 
 Paints the young blufhing Cheeks of infant Day ; 
 Whofe Skill, inimitable here below, (Oirih. 
 
 Limns thofe gay Clouds, which form Heav'ns colour'd Bow, 
 
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 The Sun, bright Orb that blefTes all above, 
 
 The facred Fire, that real Son of Jove, 
 
 Rules not his A&ions by capricious Will ; 
 
 Norby ungovern'd Pow'r declines to 111 : 
 
 Fixt by jult Laws he goes for ever right ; 
 
 Man knows his Courle, and thence adores his Light. Prior, 
 Behold th' indulgent Father of the Day, 
 
 Ne'er covetous of Reft, behold the Sun 
 
 His Courfe diurnal and his annual run 
 
 How in his glorious Race he moves along, 
 
 Gay as a Bridegroom, as a Giant ftrong : 
 
 Haw his unvary'd Labour he repeats, 
 
 Returns at Morning, and at Eve retreats j 
 
 And, by the Diftribution of his Light, 
 
 Now gives to Man the Day, and now the Night. Blac, 
 And when the Morning climbs the Eaftern Skies, 
 
 And tuneful Birds falutes her early Rife; 
 
 In ev'ry Grove and Wood with Joy appear, 
 
 And fill with rav'fliing Sounds the yielding Air ; 
 
 From Heav'n to Earth the Sunbeams take their Flight,. 
 
 And gild the diftant Globe with gawdy Light. Cre. Luc. 
 As when the Sun proves from his Orb of Light 
 
 A glorious Deluge on the Face of Night ; 
 
 His golden Rays, (hot from the rofy Eaft, 
 
 Reach, in a Moment, the remoteft Weft; 
 
 And imiling on the Mountain-Tops avefeen, 
 
 1 h* immenfe Expanlion paft, that lies between. Bl. P. Artv 
 
 j . The Sun, that conftant Spring of Light, 
 
 Still cuts the Heav'ns with Streams of fhining white 5 
 And the decaying Old with new fupplies : "T 
 
 For ev'ry Portion of the Beam, that flies, J> 
 
 Is but (hort-liv'd : it juft appears, and dies. > 
 
 For, when an envious Cloud ftops up the Stream, 
 The conftant Stream of Light, and breaks the Beam, 
 The low'r Part is loft, and difmal Shade • 
 O'erfpreads the Earth ; where'er the Cloud's convey'd : 
 So from our Lights, our meaner Fires below, 
 Our Lamps, or brighter Torches, Streams do flow, 
 And drive away the Night: they ftiilfupply 1 
 
 New Flames ; as fwiftly as the former die, C 
 
 New Beams ftill tremble in the low'r Sky : jl 
 
 No Space is free ; but a continued Ray 
 Stills keeps a conftant, tho' a feeble, Day ; 
 So faft, ev'n Hydra- like, the fruitful Fires 
 Beget a new Beam, as the Old expires : 
 So Sun and Moon, with many a num'rous Birth, (Lucr. 
 
 Bring forth new Rays, and fend them down to Earth. Cr. 
 
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 Strch is the Ray; the Vapour of the Sun ! 
 How fwift its Race? 'tis finifh'd when begun. 
 They cut the parted Air with greateft Speed: 
 No Lets to flop ; but, when one Part is gone, 
 Another flows, and drives the former on : 
 The Rays ftill rife in a continu'd Stream : 
 The following lafhes on the laz.y Beam. Creech. Lucr. 
 
 For ftill new Rays fpring from the glorious Sun 3 
 The former dying when their Race is run : 
 And therefore Earth is foon depriv'd of Light ; 
 And Rays as foon come on, and chace the Night: 
 The Negro Darknefs, wafh'd, becomes a white. Cr. Luc. 
 
 So fhews the blufhing difcontented Sun, 
 From out the firy Portal of the Eaft, 
 When he perceives the envious Clouds are bent 
 To dim his Glory, and to ftainthe Trait 
 Qf his bright Pafiage to the Occident. Shak, Rich. 2, 
 
 "The Sun, when he from Noon declines, 
 
 And, with abated Heat, lefs fiercely (hines, 
 
 Seems to grow milder, as he goes away, 
 
 Pleating himfelf with the Remains of Day. Dryd. Aurea. 
 
 So, when from weftern Hills, the burning Sun 
 Defcends, and leaves his Empire to the Moon, 
 Falfe Meteors glare, and fcatter'd Drops of Light, 
 With Glow-worm Spangles, drefs the Gloom of Night! 
 But, as the radiant God remounts his Car, 
 The borrow'd Vapours fwifrly difappear r 
 They fly the Force of his celeftial Ray, 
 Or their pale Fires are loft in Floods of Day. Johnf, Vict. 
 
 Now Phoebus mounts triumphant in the Skies j 
 The Clouds difperfe, and gloomy Horrour flies : 
 Darknefs gives Place to the victorious Light; (Ench. 
 
 And all around is gay, and all around is bright. Lanfd. Br. 
 
 Now thro' the Gates of Light the radiant Sun 
 IfTues, and leads the circling Minutes on : 
 His firy Courfers, bounding from the Main, 
 Hurry the Chariot thro' th etherial Plain ; 
 The firy Courfers and the Coach difplay 
 A Stream of Glory, and a Flood of Day. Broome, 
 
 You, who are vers'd fo much inCaufes, tell, 
 What from theTropicks can the Sun repel ? 
 What vig'rous Arm, what repercuflive Blow, 
 Bandies the mighty Globe ftill to and fro, 
 Yet with fuch ConduS, fuch unerring Art, 
 He never did the tracklefsRoad defert ? 
 Why does he never, in his fpiral Race. 
 The Tropicks, or the Polar Circles pafs ? 
 
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 What Gulphs, what Mounds, what Terrours can controul 
 
 The rufhing Orb, and make him backward roul ? 
 
 Why (hould he halt at cither Station, why 
 
 Not forward run in unobftru&ive Sky, 
 
 Till he has gain'd fome unfrequented Place, 
 
 Loft to the World, in vaft unmeaiur'd Space ? Blac. . 
 
 Diurnal Courfe of the Sun. 
 
 Thrice the fwift Sun his radiant Chariot drove 
 O'er the blue Hills, and out-ftretch'd Plains above : 
 As oft the Moon had foot her paler Light, (Arth. B. z. 
 
 In Giver Threads, thro' the brown Ve(t of Night. Blac. Pr. 
 
 And now the Sun, twice flatting from the Eaft, CArth. 
 Had run his Race, and reach'd the falling Weft. Blac. Pr. 
 
 Twice the great Ruler of the Day had hurl'd 
 His flaming Orb around th'enlighten'd World. Blac.P.Arth. 
 
 Twice had the Sun with dawning Glories blefs'd 
 The World, and call'd the Lab'rer irom his Reft : 
 As oft the Night, her fable Veftui e, fet 
 With pearly Dew afcends her Throne of Jet. Blac. P. Arth. 
 
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 The rifing Sun the Throne of Night invades j 
 Fenc'dwith thick Darknefs, and intrench'd in Shades: 
 His radiant Wings break thro' th* Horizon's Line ; 
 And on the heav'nly Plains triumphant fhinc. Bl. K. Aith. 
 
 And now kind Nature (hews her infant Ray ; 
 And the new Sun peeps forth with trembling Ray ; 
 And, loth or fearful to begin his Race, 
 Looks o'er the Mountains with ablufhingFace. Cree.Lucr. 
 
 Now Morn with rofy Light had ftreak'd the Sky, 
 Up-rufe the Sun. Dryd. Chauc. Pal. & Arc. 
 
 — The Sun his riling Light difplays ; 
 
 And gilds the World below with purple Rays. Dr. Virg. 
 
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 And now the rifing Sun's victorious Light, 
 Had fcal'd and pafs*d the gloomy Mounds of Night. Bl.K.Ar. 
 
 As when the glorious Magazine of Light 
 Approaches to the Canopy of Night ; 
 He with new Splendour cloarhs his dying Rays, 
 And double Brightnefs to his Beams conveys ; 
 And, as to brave and check his ending Fate, 
 Puts on his higheft Look in's lowed: State j 
 Drcfs'd in fuch Terrour, as to make us all 
 Be Anti-Perhans, and adore his Fall ; 
 
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 Then quits the World, depriving it of Day ; 
 
 Whilft ev'ry Herb and ev'vy Plant droop all away. Orinda . 
 
 So bright a Track ftill leave the fetting Suns, 
 
 Thac vanifh in a Glory. Dryd. Riv.Lad. 
 
 Sothe'bright Globe, that rules the Skies, 
 Tho' with a glorious Rife he gild the Heav'ns, 
 Referves bis choiceft Beams to grace his Set, 
 And then he looks molt great, 
 And then in gveateft Splendour dies. Oldh. 
 
 And now the Sun drew oft" his radiant Train ; 
 And left the Emprefs of the Night to reign. Blac. P. Arth. 
 
 Mean while, in utmoft Longitude, where Heav'n, 
 With Eaith and Ocean meets, the fetting Sun 
 Slowly defcended, and with right Afpett, 
 Agaimtthe Eaftern Gate of Paradife 
 Level'd his Ev'ning Rays. Milt. P. Loft. 
 
 The fetting Sun, all curtain'd round by Night, 
 At his Departure gives a larger Light. Lee. Sophon. 
 
 Mean Time the Sun defcended from the Skies ; 
 And the bright Ev'ning Star began to rife. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 — - - - The bright Sun, 
 
 Defcends into the Ocean's watry Bed, (Horn,. 
 
 AndNighto'erfpreads the Skies with mantling Clouds. OldiiV 
 
 SURPRIZE. 
 
 We came, like bold intruding Guefts, 
 
 And took 'em unp'.epar'd to give us Welcome : 
 
 The Scouts we kili'd, then found their 3ody fleeping 5, 
 
 And, as they lay confus'd, we {tumbled o'er 'em, 
 
 And took what Joint came next ; Arms, Reads, or Legs, 
 
 Somewhat undecently: but when Men want Light, 
 
 They make but bungling Work. ■ Dryd. Span. Fry* 
 
 ■ ■ A Battel blindly fought, 
 Where Darknefs and Surprize made Conqueft cheap ! 
 Where Virtue borrow'd but the Arms of Chance, 
 And (truck a random Blow. Twas Fortune's Work, 
 
 And Fortune take the Praife. Dryd. Span. Fryar. 
 
 All guard themfelves, when (tronger Foes invade •> 
 Yet, by the weak, Surprizes may be made. Dr. Tyr. Love, 
 
 SUSPICION. 
 
 Sufp'.cion's bur at beft a Coward's Virtue. Otw.Ven.Pref. 
 
 Oh ! what a ready Tongue Sufpicion has ! 
 He, that but fears the Thing he would not know, 
 Has, bylnftintt, Knowledge from others Eyes, 
 
 That 
 
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 That what he fear'd is chancM. Shak. Hen. 4. p. 2. 
 
 Sufpicion always haunts the guilty Mind : 
 The Thief ftill fears each BuQi an Officer. Shak.Hen.6. p. 3. 
 
 But Lovers are noteafily betray'd : 
 She found their Plot, and their firft Motions fears, 
 And moft fufpe&s; where Safety mod appears. Laud,Virg, 
 
 S W A N. 
 
 Behold twelve Swans on nimble Pennons move 
 In liquid Air ; whom late the Bird of Jove 
 Thro' Skies difpers'd : now, joyful on the Wing, 
 They skim the Clouds, furvey the Earth, and ling : 
 Join'd in a Team they chufe a Place to reft. Laud. Virg, 
 
 With fable Oars they cut the filver Wave ; 
 Their fnowy Backs their rultiing Pennons lave: 
 Now to the Stream they throw their arched G efts j 
 Then plough the Billows with their downy Breafts : 
 And now they drive, now clap their Wings: in vain 
 They wafli their Plumes, ftill pure, ftill free from Stain* 
 
 As Swans, from feeding mounted on the Wing, 
 With ftretch'd-out Necks thro' airy Regions fing: 
 The chearful Notes the neighb'ring Shores rebound, 
 And Afia's Lake re-echoes to the Sound. Laud. Virg. 
 
 So on Maeander's Baoks, when Death is nigh, 
 The mournful Swan iings her own Elegy. Dryd. Ovid. 
 
 So ling the Swans, that in foft Numbers wafte 
 Their dying Breath, and warble^o the laft. Phil. 
 
 As when by Chance a royal Eagle fpies, 
 From fomehigh Mountain's Top, amid ft the Skies, 
 A Flight of Swans, obfcuring ail the Air, 
 Swift as the Lightning, which he's faid to bear, 
 XJpon the Prey his airy Flight he takes, 
 And with fharp Pounces vaft Deftru&ion makes : 
 Some fall, ftruckdead ; fome wounded, flowly fly j 
 "While fnowy Clouds of Feathers fill the Sky ; 
 Thofe that the fierce Invader's Strokes furvive, 
 With all the Speed, Fear to their Wings can give, 
 To their belov'd Cayfter's Banks return ; (Blac. P. Arth. 
 And, in their reedy Seats, their Wounds andLoifes mourn- 
 
 SWEET. 
 
 Sweet as the Breath of Flora, when fhe lies 
 In JefPmin Shades, and for young 7<ephyr fighs. Fent. 
 
 She's fweeter than the Spring, wreath'd in the Arms 
 Of budding Ftow'rs. . ..How. D.ofLerma,. 
 
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S VV 87; 
 
 A greater Sweemefson thofe Lips there grows, 
 Than Breath (hut out from a new- folded Rofe. How.In.Qu. 
 
 Sweeter to the Tafte, 
 
 Than i welling Grapes, that to the Vintage hafte. Dr.Ov. 
 
 S IV I F T. 
 
 As fwift as Love and Danger could perfuade. Cowl. Dav. 
 
 Swift as a Lover's" With. D'Aven. 
 
 Swifrer than murd'ring Angels, when they fly 
 On Errands of avenging Deftiny. Oldh. 
 
 Swift as the Wings of Fear. Oldh. 
 
 Swift as the Motions of the Eye or Mind. Oldh. 
 
 Swift as Armenians in the Panthei's Chace. D'Aven. 
 
 Scarce empty Eagles, ftooping to their Prey, 
 Could be more fwift. D'Aven. 
 
 Swift as an Arrow from the twanging Bow. Bro. Horn. 
 
 Swiftly as Syrians, when they charge in War. D'Aven. 
 
 Swift, as he would o'ertake forerunning Thought. D'Av. 
 
 In Swiff nefs fleeter than the flying Hind, 
 Or driven Tempeits, or the driving Wind. Dryd. Ovid. 
 
 Speed, to defcribe whofe Swiftnefs Number fails. Dr.P.L, 
 
 Exploded Lightning fcarcely flies fo fail. Blac. K. Arth. 
 
 • Ev'n fo, 
 
 But not fo fwift the Morning Glories flow 
 
 At once from the bright Sun, and ftrike the Ground: 
 
 So winged Lightning the foft Air does wound : 
 
 Slow Time admires, and knows not what to call 
 
 The Motion, having no Account fo fmall, Cowl. David. 
 
 — ; From th' Idsean Mount, 
 
 Swift {hot the Goddefs tow'rds the Tow'rs of Heav'n : 
 
 As when fome Trav'ller reviews in Thought 
 
 The various Regions of the travers'd World, 
 
 With nimble Glance from Realm to Realm he flies, 
 
 Fleeter than Lightning flafhhg from the Clouds : 
 
 So rapidly the G^ddels held her Way. Broome. Horn. 
 
 She was light of Foot, 
 
 As Shafts which long-field Parthians (hoot: 
 
 But not fo light as to be borne, 
 
 Upon the Ears of (landing Corn, 
 
 Or trip it o'er the Water quicker" 
 
 Than Witches when their Staffs they liquor, 
 
 As fome report. Hud. 
 
 SWIMMING. 
 
 Now all undrefs'd upon rhe Banks he flood, 
 Andclapt his Sides, and leapt into rhe Flood ; His 
 
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 His lovely Limbs the filver Waves divide, 
 
 His Limbs appear more lovely thro' the Tide: 
 
 As Lillies, (hut within a cryftal Cafe, 
 
 Receive a gloflfy Luftre from the Glaf's. Add. Ovid. 
 
 He plung'd into the Scin, and, where 'twas fwifteft, 
 Plough'd to his Point againft the headftrcng Stream. Lee" 
 
 (Maff.of Par. 
 
 He fwam the ftormy Main, 
 
 By Stretch of Arms the diftant Shore to gain. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 He in the Billows plung'd his hoary Head ; (Dryd. Virg. 
 And, where he leap a, the Waves in Circles widely fpread, 
 
 His skilful Arms fupport his fnowy Limbs ; 
 Still glitt'ring thro' the Streams, in which he fwims. - 
 
 SWOON. 
 
 A Death-like Coldfeiz/d on me; from my Brow, 
 Like Southern Dew, the liquid Drops did flow: 
 Stiff and unmov'd I lay, and on my Tongue 
 My dying Words, when I would fpeak them, hung: 
 As when imperfect Sounds from Children fall, 
 When in their Dreams they on their Mothers call. Dr.Theoc. 
 
 A fuddain Damp has feizM my vital Spirits ; 
 I fee but thro' a Mift, and hear far off. Dryd. Love Trium. 
 
 A fuddain Chilnefs feiz.es on my Spirits. Cong. M. Bride. 
 
 Sure I am near upon my Journey's End : 
 My Head runs round, my Eyes begin to fail ; 
 And dancing Shadows fwim before my Sight. Rowe. J.Sh. 
 
 A fickly Swear fucceeds; and Shades, of Night: 
 Inverted Nature fwims before his Sight. Dryd. Ovid. 
 
 Aftonifh'd at the Sight, the vital Heat 
 Forfakes her Limbs ; her Veins no longer beat : 
 She faints; fhe falls; and, fcarce recov'ring Strength, 
 Thus, with a faulting Tongue, fhe fpeaks at length. 
 
 Di yd. Virg. 
 
 She faints : fupport her : 
 
 Suftain her Head, while I infufe this Cordial 
 Into her dying Lips : From fpicy Drug«, 
 Rich Herbs and Flow'rs the potent Juice is drawn j 
 With wond'rous Force it ftrikes the la?.y Spirits, 
 Drives them around, and wakens Life anew. 
 And fee ! fhe ftirs ; and the returning Blood 
 Faintly begins to blufh again, and kindle 
 Upon her afhy Cheeks ■ Rowe. J. Shore. 
 
 At this, fam'd Horofcope turn'd pale, and ftrait 
 In Silence tumbled from his Chair of Srate: 
 The Crowd in great Confufion fought the Door, 
 And left the Magus fainting on the Floor : OfE~ 
 
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 Officious Squirt in Hafte forfook the Shop, 
 
 To fuccouv the expiring Horofcope : 
 
 Oft he effav'd the Magus to reftore 
 
 By Salt of Succinum's prevailing Pow'r j 
 
 Yet ftill fupine the folid Lumber lay, 
 
 An Image of fcarce animated Clay : 
 
 'Till Fates, indulgent when Difafters call, 
 
 By Squirt's nice Hand apply'd an Urinal : 
 
 The Wight no fooner did the Steam receive; 
 
 But rowz/d, and blefs'd the ftale Reftorative : 
 
 The Springs of Life their former Vigour feel j 
 
 Such Zeal he had for that vile Uteniil! 
 
 So when the g<eat Pelides Thetis found j (Garth. 
 
 He knew the fiihy Smell, and tli' Azure Goddefsown'd. 
 
 SWORD. 
 
 A Sword, whofe Weight without a Blow might flay, 
 Able, unblnnted, to cut Hofts away. Cowl. David. 
 
 He drew his Sword, and breathed Defiance to my Ears ; 
 Swung it about his Head, and cut the Winds, (Rom. & Jul. 
 Who, nothing hurt with it, hifs'd him in Scorn. Shak, 
 
 This is a Sword of Spain : the Ice brooks temper y 
 A better never did it felf fuftain 
 Upon a Soldier's Thigh. I've feen the Day, 
 That with this little Arm, and this good Sword, 
 I've made my Way thro' more Impediments, 
 Than twenty times your Stop. Shak. Othello. 
 
 ■■' In his Hand 
 
 He bore a dreadful and enormous Sword, (Rom. 
 
 Which (hone like Lightning's formidable Gleams. Broome. 
 
 Like a weH temper'd Sword, that bends at Will, 
 But keeps the native Toughnefs of the Steel. Dryd. 
 
 He girr his faithful Fauchion to his Side, 
 In his Mxnxan Forge, the God of Five, 
 That Fauchion labour'd for the Hero's Sire : 
 Immortal Keennefs on the Blade beftow'd j 
 And plung'd it hilling in the Stygian Flood. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 A filver Belt, illuitrious to behold, ('Arth. 
 
 Held his broad Sword, adorn'd with Studs of Gold. Blac. P. 
 
 S T B I L. 
 
 And now behold the dreadful Caves and BowVs, 
 Where Phoebus reigns ; where Delos' God infpi^es 
 Sybilla's Breaft with itrong p.ophetick Fires. Laud. Virg. 
 
 The 
 
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 The mad divining Dame, 
 
 The Prieftefs of the God, Deiphobe her Name. Dr. Virg. 
 
 And thou, O facred Maid, infpir'd to fee 
 Th' Event of Things in dark Futurity : 
 But oh ! commit not thy prophetick Mind 
 To flitting Leaves, the Sport of ev'ry Wind ; 
 Left they difperfc in Air our empty Fate ; 
 Write not, but, what the Pow'rs ordain, relate. Di yd, Virg, \ 
 
 Nor (halt thou want thy Honours in my Land j ( 
 
 For there thy faithful Oracles (hall ftand, 
 Preferv'd in Shrines - y and ev'ry facred Lay, 
 Which, by thy Mouth, Apollo fhall convey ; 
 All (hall be treafur'd by a chofen Train 
 Of holy Priefts, and ever fhall remain. Dryd. Virg. i 
 
 Conduit me thro' the Regions void of Light : 
 Yours is the Pcw'r; nor Proferpine in vain 
 Has made you Prieftefs of her nightly Reign. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 A raging Prophetefs you there fhall fee, 
 Who from her Caves fings what the Fates decree : 
 Hermyftick Numbers writes on Leaves ; and then 
 In Order lays, and lurks within her Den. 
 Before the Door they lie as they were plac'd ; 
 But if, that op'ning, or fome gentle Blah: 
 Should them diforder, (lie no more will ring ; 
 Nor when once fcatter'd to Contexture b; ing : 
 Thus many unrefolv'd forfake the Maid ; 
 And hate the gloomy Cell, and louring Shade. Laud. Virg, 
 
 The lofty Temple was 
 
 Cutout in Cliffs of Cumx's cragged Hill, 
 Whofe hundred Doors a hundred Voices fill. 
 Sybilla's Anfwers from the Cave refound, 
 And fhake the Caverns of the hollow Ground : 
 Before the Gate the Virgin call'd aloud ; 
 Now is the Timt! he comes ! behold the God ! 
 Her varying Looks and Face, with ftarting Hair, 
 The inward Tumult of her Soul declare: 
 Full of the God, her Bofom fiercely fwellsj 
 She bigger feems : her Voice by far excels 
 All human Sound : when the infpiring God 
 Poflefs'd her lab'ring Soul, (he call'd aloud. 
 
 Impatient of the God, fhe reels and raves 
 Around the Vault; her Heart with Fury heaves: 
 She ftrove to fhake the Godhead from her Soul : 
 Mortals in vain celeftial Pow'rs controul: 
 He curb'd her foaming Mouth ; her Bofom fir'd, 
 Proportion'd to the Spirit he infpir'd. 
 
 Thus 
 
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 Thus from the dark Recefs the Sybil fpoke ; 
 And the refilling Air the Thunder broke ; 
 The Cave rebellow'd, and the Temple fhook : 
 Th' ambiguous God, who rul'd her lab'ring Breaft, 
 In thefe myfterious Words his Mind exprefs'd : (Virg. 
 Some Truths reveal'd, in Terms involv'd the Reft. Dryd. 
 
 Thus from the holy Place Sybilla fung j 
 And round the Vault the Infpiration rung : 
 Deep Truths wrapt up in Words of doubtful Senfe : 
 Phoebus at laft withdraws his Influence : 
 Checking th' Impulfes of her panting Breaft ; 
 Her foaming Rage, and raging Fury ceas'd. Laud. Virg. 
 
 Languid and dull, when abfent from her Cave, 
 No Oracles of old the Sybil gave : 
 Bnt when beneath her facred Shrine (lie ftood, 
 Her Fury foon confefs'd the coming God : 
 Her Breaft began to heave, her Eyes to roul ; 
 And wond'rous Virions fill'd her lab'ring Soul. Fenton. 
 
 S T LV H. 
 
 The light Militia of the lower Sky; 
 The lucid Squadrons ; Denizens of Air. 
 Some to the Sun their Infe£r. Winsjs unfold, 
 Waf»- on the Breeze, or fink in Clouds of Gold : 
 Tranfparent Forms, too fine for mortal Sight; 
 Their fluid Bodies half difFolv'd in Light : 
 Loofe to the Wind their airy Garments flow ; 
 Thin glitt'ring Textures of the filmy Dew: 
 Dipt in the richeft Tin£lure of the Skies, 
 Where Light difpovts in ever mingling Dies : 
 While ev'ry Beam new transient Colours flings, 
 Colours that change whene'er they wave their Wings. 
 
 Some in the Fields of pureft /Ether play, 
 And bask and whiten in the Blaze of Day : 
 Some guide the Courfe of wand'ring Orbs on high, 
 Or roul the Planets thro' the boundlefs Sky. 
 Some, lefs refin'd, beneath the Moon's pale Light, 
 Hover and catch the (hooting Stars by Night, 
 Or fuck the Mifts in grofTer Air below ; 
 Or dip their Pinions in the painted Bow, 
 Or brew fierce Tempefts on the wintry Main 
 Or on the Glebe diftil the kindly Rain. Pope. 
 
 S T L V A N U S. 
 
 Sylvanus comes, with rural Honours crown'd ; 
 With flow'ry Leaves, andLillies nodding round. Trap.Vir. 
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 Behold Sylvanus, with his mofly Beard, 
 And leafy Crown, attended by a Herd 
 Of Wood-born Satyrs : See ! he (hakes his Spear j 
 A green young Oak, the talleft of the Year. Temp. Virg. 
 
 The old Sylvanus, youthful in Decay. Pope. Ovid. 
 
 Sylvanus comes : his Brows a Country Crown 
 Of Fennel and of nodding Lillies drown. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 S Y N O D. 
 
 Synods are myftical Bear-Gardens, 
 
 Where Elders, Deputies, Churchwardens, 
 
 And other Members of the Court, 
 
 Manage the Babylonifh Sport : 
 
 For Prolocutor, Scribe, and Bear-ward, 
 
 Do differ only in a mere Word. 
 
 Both are but fev'ral Synagogues' 
 
 Of carnal Men, and Bears and Dogs : 
 
 BothAntichriftian Aflemblies, 
 
 To Mifchiefbent as far's in them lies: 
 
 Both ftave and tail, with fierce Cornells, 
 
 The one with Man, the other Beafts: 
 
 The Diff'renceis, the one fights with 
 
 The Tongue, the other with the Teeth : 
 
 And that they bait but Bears in this, 
 
 In th' other, Souls and Confciences. 
 
 This to the Prophet did appear, 
 
 Who in a Vifion faw a Bear, 
 Prefiguring the beaftly Rage 
 Of Church Rule in this latter Age : 
 As is demonstrated at full 
 
 By him that baited the Pope's Bull. 
 
 Bears nat'i ally are Beafts of Prey, 
 
 That live by Rapine ; fo do they : 
 
 What are theirOrders, Conititutions, 
 
 Church-Cenfures, Curfes, Abfolutions, 
 
 But fev'ral myftick Chains they make^ 
 
 To tie poor Chriftians to the Stake ? 
 
 And then fet Heathen Officers, 
 
 Inftead of Dogs, about their Ears; 
 
 For, to prohibit and difpenfe, 
 
 To find out or ro make Offence, 
 
 Of Hell and Heaven to difpofe, 
 
 To play with Souls at fart and loofe, 
 
 To let what Characters they pleafe, 
 
 And Muldls on Sin or Godlinefs, 
 
 Reduce the Church to Gofpel Order, 
 
 By Rapine, Sacrilege, and Murder, To 
 
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 To make Presbytery fupream, 
 And Rings themfelves fubmit to them, 
 And force all People, tho' againft 
 Their Confciences, to turn Saints, 
 Muft prove a pretty thriving Trade, 
 Where Saints Monopolists are made: 
 When pious Frauds, and holy Shifts 
 Are Difpenfations-and Gifts, 
 There Godlinefs becomes mere Ware, 
 And ev'ry Synod but a Fair. 
 
 Synods are Whelps of th' In^uifition, 
 A mungrel Breed of like Pernition, 
 And, growing up become the Sires 
 Of Scribes, Commifiioners and Triers'; 
 Whofe Bus'nefs is, by cunning Slight 
 To call a Figure for Man's Light ; 
 To find in Line of Beards and Face 
 The Phyfiognomy of Grace; 
 And by the Sound of Twang and Nofe, 
 If all be found within difclofe, 
 Free from a Crack or Flaw of finning, 
 As Men try Pipkins by their ringing: 
 By blackCaps, underlaid with white, 
 Give certain Guefs at inward Light : 
 Which Serjeants at the Gofpel wear, 
 To make the fpiritual Calling clear. Hud, 
 
 Grave Synod-Men that were rever'd 
 For folid Face, and Depth of Beard. Hud. 
 
 7 A L E N T. 
 
 Confider well the Talent you poflefs ; 
 To ftrive to make it more would make it lefs. 
 
 All (hould their Talent learn : 
 
 The moft Attempting oft the leaft difcern: 
 
 Let P— h fpeak, and V k write; 
 
 Soft Aeon court, and rough Oecinna fight ! 
 Such muft fucceed ; but, when th'cnervate aim 
 Beyond their Force, they ftill conrend for Shame : 
 Had C — ■ — printed nothing of his own, 
 He had not been the S— — fold of the Town : 
 Afles and Owls, unfeen, themfelves betray, 
 If thefe attempt to hoot, or thofe to bray : 
 
 Had W ne'er aim'd in Verfe to pleafe, 
 
 We had not rank'd him with our Oglebys : 
 
 Still 
 
880 T A 
 
 Srill Cenfures will on dull Pretenders fall ; 
 A Codrus fhould expect a Juvenal: 
 111 Lines, bur like ill Paintings, are allow'd, 
 To fet off, and to recommend the good : 
 So Di'monds take a Luftre from their Foyle, 
 
 And to a B y 'tis we owe a B le. Gartk. 
 
 One Science only will one Genius fit: 
 So vaft is Art, fo narrow human Wit! 
 Not only bounded to peculiar Arts, 
 But, oft in thofe, confin'd to fingle Parts. 
 Like Kings, we lofe the Conquefts, gain'd before, 
 By vain Ambition Hill t'extend them more: 
 Each might his fev'ral Province well command, 
 Would all but ftoop to what they understand. Pope. 
 
 T AT E R. 
 
 So dying Tapers near their Fall, 
 With their own Luftre light their Funeral, 
 Contract their Strength into one brighter Fire, 
 And in that Blaze triumphantly expife. Oldh. 
 
 Like Tapers, new blown out, the Fumes remain, 
 To catch the Light, and bring it back again. Dryd. Conq. 
 
 (of Gran. p. z. 
 
 From gilded Roofs the Lamps fuch Light difplay, 
 They vanquifh Light, and emulate the Day. Laud. Virg. 
 
 TAPESTRT. 
 
 Great Artift, who can'ft Nature's Face exprefs 
 In Silk and Gold, and Scenes of Attion drefs : 
 Can'it figur'd Arras animated leave, 
 Spin a bright Story, or a PalTion weave : 
 By mingling Threads, can'ft mingle Shade and Light, 
 Delineate Triumphs, or dcfcribe a Fight. 
 
 The Room with golden Tap'ftry glitrer'd bright ; 
 At once to pleafe, and to confound, the Sight. Cowl. Dav 
 
 T A R t A R. 
 
 So a wild Tartar, when he fpies 
 AMan that's handfome, valiant, wife, 
 If he can kill him, thinks t' inherit 
 His Wit, his Beauty, and his Sphit: 
 As if jult fo much he enjoy'd, 
 As in another is defti oy'd. 
 For when a Giant's ilain in-Fighr, 
 Or mow'd o'erthwart, or cleft downright, It 
 
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 It is a heavy Cafe, no Doubr, 
 
 A Man fhould have his Brains beat our, 
 
 Becaufe he's rail, and has large Bones, 
 
 As Men kill Beavers for their Stones. Hud. 
 
 TARTARUS. 
 
 The deep A.byfs of gloomy Tartarus : 
 Thofe dreadful Caverns fhut with Brais and Iron, 
 Where brooding Night and folid Darknefs dwell ; 
 As far below the Empire of the Dead, 
 The common Hell,-as 'tis from Eaith to Heav'n. Oz. Horn. 
 
 This Path to that unhappy Region tends, p 
 
 Which to the Depth of Tartarus defcends ; J. 
 
 The Seat of Night profound, and punifh'd Fiends. Dr. Virg. } 
 
 Then of its {elf unfolds th'eternal Door : 
 "With dreadful Sounds the brazen Hinges roar: 
 You fee, before the Gate, what {talking Ghoit 
 Commands the Guard, what Centrics keep the Pofl : 
 More formidable Hydra (lands within j 
 Whofe Jaws with iron Teeth fevereiy grin : 
 The gaping Gulph low to the Centre lies j 
 And twice as deep as Earth is diftant from the Skies: 
 The Rivals of the Gods, the Titan Race, (Space. 
 
 Here, findg'd with Lightning, roul within th' unfathom'd 
 Here lie th' Alcean Twins, I faw them both, 
 Enormous Bodies of gigantick Growth ; 
 Who dar'd in Fight the Thund'rer to defy ; 
 Affect his Heav'n, and force him from the Sky. 
 Unhappy Thefeus, doom'd for ever there, 
 Is fixt by Fate on his eternal Chair . 
 
 And wretched Phlegyas warns the World with Cries, *y 
 Could Warning make the World more juft or wife, Virg. s 
 Learn Righteoufnefs, and dread th'avenging Deities. Dr. > 
 
 TASTE. 
 
 We tafte, when Savours, wrung 
 
 From Meats by crufning Teeth, immerfe the Tongue. 
 
 When Juices, flowing horn the tender Meat, 
 
 Bedew the Palate ; when they fpread all o'er 
 
 The fpungy Tongue, and Hand in ev'r.y Pore. C •. Lucr. 
 
 From tailed Honey pleafing Thoughts arife, 
 And in delightful Airs look thro' our Eyes : 
 When Rue or Wormwood's touch'd, fiies ev'ry Grace ; 
 And violent Diftortions fcrue the Face. Creech. Lucr. 
 
 \Vol.i.'] CLq TE4RS. 
 
382 T E 
 
 TEARS. 
 
 Stop, ftop thofe Tears, Monimia, for they fall 
 Like baneful Dew from a diftemper'd Sky : 
 I feel them chill me to the very Heart. Otw. Orph. 
 
 By Heav'n, my Love, thou do'ft diftratt my Soul : 
 There's not a Tear, that falls from thofe dear Eyes, 
 But makes my Heart weep Blood. Lee. Mith. 
 
 O dry thofe Tears, thofe Drops of liquid Pearl, 
 More precious far than aromatick Gums, 
 Or fragrant Balm, which Eaftern Groves diftil. Hig.G.Conq. 
 
 O raife thee, my Lavinia, from the Earth j 
 It is too much, this Tide of flowing Grief, 
 This Wafte of Tears ! Rowe. Fair Pen. 
 
 Such Pearls the mourning Eyes of Thetis pay, 
 When her cool'd Lover bolts thro' Waves away. Lee. Glor. 
 
 I will credit my Semandia's Tears, 
 
 Nor think them Drops of Chance, like other Women' s, 
 The Weather of their Souls, the criftal Bubbles, 
 Which they can make at Will. Lee. Mith. 
 
 One Smile, one Tear of joy from my Semandra 
 Will wafh the Anger of the Gods away. Lee Mithr. 
 
 What precious Drops are thofe, 
 
 Which iikntly each others Track purfue ; (Gran. p.2. 
 
 Bright as young Di'monds in their infant Dew ? Dryd. C. of 
 
 Paffion grew big, and I could not forbear ; 
 Tears drown'd my Eyes, and Trembling feiz'd my Soul. 
 
 Otw.Oiph. 
 
 1 fee thy modeft Tears, afham'd to fall, (Cref. 
 And witnefs any Part of Woman in thee. Dryd. Troil. 8c 
 
 In Tears his Eyes would fwim, 
 
 But manly Virtue binds them to the Brim. Lee. 
 
 Take tnen thefe Tears ; with that he wip'd his Eyes, 
 *Tis all the Aid my prefent Pow'r fupplies : 
 No Court Informer can thefe Arms accufe ; (&c Ach. 
 
 Thefe Arms may Sons againft their Fathers ufe. Dryd. Abf. 
 
 Down his affli&ed Face 
 
 The trickling Tears had ftream'd fo fall a Pace, 
 As left a Path, worn by their briny Race. Otw. 
 
 TEDIOUS. 
 
 More tedious than old Dotards, when they woo ; 
 Than travel'd Fops, when far-fetch'd Lies they prat* 
 Or flatt'ring Poets, when they dedicate. Oldh. 
 
 Te- 
 
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 ■' Tedious is the Day, 
 
 As is the Night before ibme Feitival; 
 
 To an impatient Child, that has new Robes, 
 
 And may not wear them. • Otw. C. Mar. 
 
 TEMPEST. 
 
 • Behold the gath'rmg Temped rife 
 
 With fullen Brow, and flowly mount the Skies : 
 Th'embattel'd Clouds in gloomy Throngs afcend, (Arth. 
 And crofs the Sky their dreadful Front extend. (Bike. K. 
 
 The heavy Temper! labours thro' the Air ; 
 O'erfpreading Mills th'extinguiiVd Sun-beams drown $ 
 Dark Clouds o'er all the black Horizon frown : 
 Hoarfe Thunder rouls ; and, inurm'ring, tries its Voice, 
 Preluding to the Tempeft's dreadful Noife. 
 The Heav'n's wide Frame outrageous Thunder {hocks, 
 Loud as the mighty Crack of fal ing Rocks : 
 The cloudy Machines burft amidtl the Skies j 
 And from their yawning Wombs exploded Lightning flies : 
 Confuiion fills the Air ; Five, Rain, and Hail, 
 Now mingle Tempefts, now by Turns prevail. Blac. P. Arth. 
 
 Thus on the Surges riling Tempefts blow, 
 Which fwelling by Degrees ftill whiter grow, 
 •nil, by the Fury of the Storm full blown, 
 The muddy Bottom to the Clouds is thrown. Laud. Virg, 
 
 Out Boreas ruflVd ; and, meditating War, 
 Muiter'd his loud Battalions in the Air : 
 •Swift he advane'd with his collected Force j 
 High Domes and ftately Palaces defae'd, 
 Demolifli'd Towns, and laid the Foreft wafte. 
 The lofty Pines from midil the Clouds defcend, 
 And ghaftly Ruin on the Hills extend: 
 The nobleft Oaks, which on the Mountains flood, 
 The great Defence and Glory of the Wood, 
 Flat on the Ground, fad Defolation ! lie, 
 And with their Roots turn'd up ama7.e the Sky : 
 And now the Winds the Southern Ocean gain, 
 They beat with ail their Wings the troubled Main j 
 And to the Clouds the wat'ry Columns rear: 
 But then th'unftable Mountains fall as low, 
 And down as far as Night's Apartment flow : 
 The fecret Horrours of the Gulph difplay, 
 And far enlarge the Frontier of the Day : 
 Diilurb the antient Waters of the Deep, 
 Which, on their central Beds extended, lay afleep ; 
 
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 Th'unconftant Ocean, with alternate Waves, 
 
 Th'etherial Region now, and now th'infernal, laves: 
 
 Againft the Skies thsir Foam the Billows throw, 
 
 And from the Clouds fend back their Rain in Snow. 
 
 The Earth's Foundation ftrong Convulfions (hake, 
 
 Disjoint its Frame, and Hell's Partition break : 
 
 Whence pitchy Clouds rife thro' the gaping Wound, 
 
 Pollute the Skies, and Heav'n with Hell confound: 
 
 Such Noife, fuch Uproar, fuch Diftra&ion reign, 
 
 And fo imbvoil the Land, the Air, the Main, 
 
 That Nature, wirh th'unequal Force opprefs'd, 
 
 In agonizing Throes her Fears confefs'd, 
 
 That conqu'ring Chaos would fubvert her Throne, 
 
 Ruin her Empire, and reflore his own : 
 
 In vain the Pilots in the Steerage ftand : 
 
 The Ships obey alone the Winds Command : 
 
 Some, their Mails broken, and their Rigging tome, 
 
 Are at the Pleafure of the Temped borne : 
 
 Some run a-ground, and feme with dreadful Shocks 
 
 Are dafti'd to Pieces on oppofing Rocks. 
 
 The Ships and rh' Ocean, and the furious Storm, 
 
 Unite their Noife, and perfect. Difcord form. Blac. Eliza. 
 
 Ternpeji allay'd by an Angel. 
 Mean time bright Uriel flies, 
 
 Let by a golden Sun-beam down the Skies : 
 
 ■ He touch'd his Lyre, 
 
 Fam'd for itsSweetnefs in the heav'nly Quire: 
 Th'enchanted Winds ftraitway their Fury laid, 
 Grew wond'rous Mill, and ftridt Attention paid : 
 Aerial Daemons, that by Twilight dray, y 
 
 Sport in loud Thunder, and in Tempefts play, s 
 
 Spread their brown Wings, and fly in Clouds away : £ 
 The Day returns ; the Heav'ns no longer fcowl ; (Ann. 
 And fierce Sea Monfters, charm'd, forget to howl. Blac. P. 
 
 The Winds, obedient, leave in Peace the Waves, 
 And fly fubmiffive to their Northern Caves: 
 With their cold Wings they fweep th'Etherial Road, 
 Impatient to regain their bleak Abode : 
 Panting for Breath, and with their Toil opprefs'd, 
 They to their hollow Hills repair for Reft : 
 The Temped fled, the tow'ring Waves fubfide; 
 And gentle Breezes play along the Tide. Blac. Eliza. 
 
 Old Ocean fmiles to fee the Temped fled, 
 New lays his Waves, and fmootbs his ruffled Bed. Bl.P.Arth. 
 
 The Sform is hufli'd ; the Winds breathe out their lad ; 
 The Thunders too in feebler Vollies die ; 
 
 And 
 
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 And all the raffled Elements return 
 
 To their dull Order. Tate, Loy. Gen. 
 
 Tempefts fometimes drive Ships into the Port. Sedl. 
 
 (Ant. & Cleop. 
 
 THANKS. 
 
 Grant me but Life, good Heav'rr, but Length of Days, 
 To pay fome Part, fome Little of this Debt, 
 This counrlefs Sum of Tendernefs 'and Love, 
 For which I ftand engag'd to this All-Excellence : 
 Then bear me in a Whirlwind to my Fate, 
 Snatch me from Life, and cut me (hort unwarn'd ; 
 
 Then, then 'twill be enough I (hall be old, 
 
 J (hall have liv'd beyond all iErasthen. 
 
 Of yet unmeafur'd Time, when I have made 
 
 This exqui'ite, this moft amazing Goodnef?, (Bride. 
 
 Some Recompenceof Love and matchleis Truth. Cong. M. 
 
 With Giatitude as low as Knees can pay 
 To thofe beft holy Fires, our Guardian Angels (Serv 
 
 Receive thefe Thanks, 'till Altars can be rais'd. Dryd. Don 
 
 ■ You have deferv'd from me 
 
 More than Reward can anfwer. « 
 
 Were the main Ocean crufted into Land, 
 
 And univerfal Monarchy were mine, 
 
 Here (hould the Gift be plac'd. Dryd. D. S.-b. 
 
 -_ What I am, 
 
 Is bur thy Gift, make what thou canft of me, 
 Secure of no Repulfe. Dryd. D. Seb. 
 
 For that kind Word 
 
 Thus let me fall, thus humbly to the Earth, (Fair Pen, 
 
 Weep on your Feet, and blefs you for this Goodnefs. Rowe . 
 
 Your Bounty is beyond ray fpeaking ; 
 
 But, tho' my Mouth be dumb, my Heart (hail thank you ; 
 And when it melts before the Throne of Mercy, 
 My fervent Soul ftiall breathe one Pray'r for you, 
 Thar Heav'n will pay you back, when mod you need, 
 The Grace and Goodnefs you have (hewn to me. Rowe. J. Sh. 
 
 What can I pay thee for this noble Ufage, (Tani. 
 
 But grateful Praife? So Heav'n it felf is paid. Rowe. 
 
 Fain I in Gratitude would fometbing fay, 
 But am too far in Debt for Thanks to pay. Otw. D. Carl. 
 
 You outbid my Service, (Amb.Stepm. 
 
 And all Returns are vile, but Words the pooreft. Rowe. 
 
 O call not to my Mind what you have done : 
 It fers a Debt of that Account before me, (M. Bride. 
 
 Which (hews me poor and bankrupt ev'n in Hopes. Cong. 
 CLq 3 Well 
 
BBS T H 
 
 Well have you made Amends, by this laft Comfort, 
 For the cold Dart you (hot at me before : 
 For this laft Goodnefs, O my Athenais, 
 1 empty all my Soul in Thanks before you. Lee. Theod. 
 
 The Gods, if Gods to Goodnefs are inclinM, 
 If A£ts of Mercy touch their Heav'nly Mind; 
 And, more than all the Gods, yourgen'rous Heart, 
 Conicious of Worth, requite its own Delert : 
 In you this Age is happy, and this Earth ; 
 And Parents, more than mortal, gave you Birth : 
 While rouling Rivers inro Seas (hall run ; 
 And round the Space of Heav'n the radiant Sun : 
 While Trees the Mountain- Tops with Shades fupply ; 
 Your Honour, Name and Praife, (hall never die. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 Th* Inhabitants of Seas and Skies (hall change ; 
 And Fi(h on Shore, and Stags in Air, (hall range • 
 The ban'ifh'd Parthian dwell on Arar's Brink ; 
 And the blue German (hail the Tigris drink . 
 Ere I, forfaking Gratitude and Truth, 
 Forget the Figure" of that God-like Youth. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 Thy Name, O Varus, if the kinder Pow'rs 
 Preferve our Plains, and (hieid the Mantuan Tow'rs ; 
 The Wings of Swans, and ftronger pinion'd Rhyme, 
 Shall raife aloft ; and, {baring, bear above 
 Th'immortal Gift of Gratitude to Jove. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 O had'il thou fought lb poorly as thou fpeak'ir, 
 Thy Actions, all the Laurels that lie green 
 Upon thee, (trait would wither, and be Duft: 
 To mention bur thy laft, thy laft of Wars, 
 Which ev'n the Breath of Majefty makes vile j 
 So much below thy Valour is all Language ! 
 The Glory of that Battel is your own : 
 To thee we owe the Day, our Life, and Empire : 
 Demand, I fay ; ask me tnoft royally: 
 I will be laviih to thy vaft Ambition, 
 And crown thy Wifhcs like a giving God. Lee. Mith. 
 
 Now, by my Hopes of Mercy, he's fo loft, 
 His Heart's fo full, brim full of Tendernefs, 
 The Seafe of what you've done has (truck him fpeecblefs, 
 Nor can he thank you now but with his Tears. Lee. Mith. 
 
 There is a kind of Gratitude in Thanks. (of Cap. 
 
 Tho* it be barren, and bring forth but Words. South. Fate 
 
 THETIS. 
 
 O Silver-footed Goddefs 
 
 Thy Pow'r was once not ufelefs. in Jove's Aid, 
 
 When 
 
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 When he, who high above the higheft reigns, 
 
 Surpriz'd by Traitor- Gods, was bound in Chains. 
 
 When Juno, Pallas, with Ambition fir'd, 
 
 And his bine Brother of the Seas confpir'd j 
 
 Thou freed'ft the Sovereign from unworthy Bands r 
 
 Thou brought'ft Briareus with his hundred Hands, 
 
 Twice ftronger than his Sire, who fate above, 
 
 AfiefTor to the Throne of thund'ring Jove : 
 
 The Gods, difmay'd at his Approach withdrew, 
 
 Nor durft their unaccomplifh'd Crime purfue. Dryd. Horn. 
 
 Set by old Ocean's Side, the Goddefs heard ; 
 Then fom the facred Deep her Head (he rear'd ; 
 Rofe like a Morning Mift. Dryd. Horn. 
 
 THICK. 
 
 As thick as Swarms of Bees fly round their Hives 
 At Evening Clofe, or when aTempeft drives. Creech. Virg. 
 
 Thrc^k as the leaves in Autumn fall in Woods ; 
 Or Birds, when forc'd by Storms from Winter Floods, 
 Seek after milder Climates on the Land. Laud. Virg. 
 
 Thick as the Ears of Wheat on Hermits' Plains, 
 C>r Lycian Field?, when fcorching Phoebus reigns. 
 Thick as the Waves in Lybian Seas are roul'd, 
 When dire Orion fers in Winter's Cold. Laud. Virg. 
 
 Thick as fcatter'd Sedge 
 
 Afloat, when with fierce Winds, Orion arm'd, 
 
 Has vex'd the Red- Sea,Coaft, whofe Waves o'erthrew 
 
 Bufiris, and his Memphian Chivalry, 
 
 While with perfidious Hatred they purfu'd 
 
 The Sojourners of GoQien, who beheld 
 
 From the fafe Shore their floating CarcafTes, 
 
 And broken Chariot-Wheels: fo thick beftrown, 
 
 Abjett and loft, lay thefe, cov'ring the Flood, 
 
 Under Amazement of their hideous Change. Milr. P. Loft. 
 
 Thick as the Galaxy with Stars is fown. D yd. 
 
 Thick as the Motes that twinkle in the Sun. Dryd. Chan. 
 
 (The Wife of Bath's Tale. 
 
 THOUGHT 
 
 Thoughts in an Inftant thro' the Zodiack run, 
 A Year's long Journey for the lab'ring Sun : 
 Then down they fhoor, as fwitt as darting Light, 
 Nor can oppofing Clouds retard their Flight : 
 Thro' fubterranean Vaults with Eafe they fweep, 
 And fearch the hidden Wonders of the Deep. Blac, 
 
 CLq * - Thoughts 
 
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 Thoughts are the Pi&ure of the Mind. — — D'Aven. 
 The Hermite's Solace in his Cell; 
 The Fire that warms the Poets Brain; 
 The Lover's Heaven, or his Hell ; 
 
 The Madman's Sport, the wife Man's Pain. 
 
 ' There is Nothing 
 
 Or good or bad, but Thinking makes it fo. Shak. Haml. 
 
 I think ; therefore I am : Hard State of Man, 
 That proves his Being by an Argument, 
 That (peaks him wretched ! Birds in Cages lofe 
 The Freedom of their Natures unconfin'd ; 
 Yet they will fing and bill, and murmur there, 
 As merrily as if they were on Wing : 
 Rut Man, that reafoning Fav'rite of Heav'n, 
 How can he bear it ? Tho' the Body find 
 Refpke from Torment, yet the Mind has none : 
 For thoufand reftlefs Thoughts, of different Kinds, 
 IBeat thick upon the Soul : fome are comparing 
 The prefent with the paft ; how happy once 
 I was, and now how wretched : fome prefenting 
 My Miferies by others Happinefs ; 
 Whilfr. others, falfely flatt'ring me to Life, 
 Tell me my Fortune ripens in the Womb 
 Of Time ; and I (hall yet be happy. South. Loy. Bro. 
 Crowds of ill-boding Thoughts my Soul difmay. Lee. 
 
 (Soph. 
 A thoufand horrid Thoughts crowd to my Memory. 
 
 (Otw. Or ph. 
 A thoufand Thoughts prey on my tortur'd Soui ; 
 And whirling Fanfy turns my Senfes round. South. Loy. Bro. 
 
 Confider? How fhou'd I 
 
 Conlider, who grow mad with crowding Thoughts, 
 Where ev'ry one, endc av'ring to be foremoft. 
 Steps up the Paflage, and will choak my Reafon. Lee. Mith. 
 Thinking will make me mad : Why muft I think, 
 
 When no Thought brings me Comfort. South. F. Mar. 
 
 . Would I had met 
 
 Sharper! Convulfions, fpotted Peftilences, 
 
 Or any other deadly Foe to Life, (Fair Pen. 
 
 Rather than heave beneath this Load of Thought. Rowe. 
 
 By Heav'n, I'd rather be a Dog, 
 
 And lead a brutal Life without Refle&ion, (& Arm. 
 
 Than to be ftung with this tormenting Thought. Den. Rin. 
 
 — . — A thoufand crowding Thoughts 
 Brt ak in at once : this Way and that they fnatch ; 
 They tear my hurry'd Soul : all claim Attention, 
 And yet not one is heard. ■ ■ ■ Rowe. J. Shore. 
 
 My 
 
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 My ridden Thought?, hagg'd wirh opprefling Tears, 
 Have funk my Spirits to the Depth or* Hell. South. Difap. 
 
 O that my working Thoughts were once at reft, 
 Still as fall'n Stars, or Streams bound up in Froft. Tate. 
 
 (Loy. Geru- 
 
 O peaceful Solitude ! 
 
 Here all things fmile, and in fweet Contort join ; 
 
 All but my Thoughts, that ftill a-e out of Tune, (Gen. 
 
 And break, like jai ring Strings, the Harmony. Tate. L >). 
 
 Thou halt rowz/d a Thought, 
 
 Which, like a fuddain Earthquake, fhakes my F;ane. 
 
 (Cong. M. Bride: 
 
 Oh! name it not again; 
 
 It fhews a beaftly Image to my Fanfy, 
 
 Will wake me into Madnefs. Otw. Ven.P^eC 
 
 — Forget that Thought, 
 
 Which, jarring, grates your Soul, and turns the Hirmony 
 Of blelfed Peace to curs'd infernal Difcord. Rowe. Amb 
 
 (Stepm. 
 
 O thou haft fearch'd too deep: — • 
 
 There, there I bleed-, there pull the horrid Cords, 
 That ftrain my cracking Nerves : Engines and Wheels, 
 That piecemeal grind, are Beds of Down and Balm 
 To that Soul-racking Thought. ■ — Cong. M. Bride. 
 
 There is a ftrange Diforder in thy Thoughts, 
 Something thou would'ft unfold, and know'il not how. 
 
 : (Rowe. Fair Pen. 
 
 O deep that Though!, and I /hail be at Eafe* South.' Difap, 
 
 Stop thee there, Afpafia ; — - — 
 And barr my Fanfy from the guilty Scene ; 
 Let not Thought enter, left the bufy Mind 
 Should muftev fuch a Train of monftrous ImageSj 
 As would diftraft me Rowe.Tamtrh 
 
 ■ O calm 
 
 The warring Paffions and tumultuous Thoughts, (?en, 
 
 That rage within thee, and deform thy Reafon. Rowe,?aa- 
 
 See where he tlands ; folded and fixt to Earth 
 StkrT'ning in Thought. Cong. M. Bride. 
 
 Penijve, like Kings in their reclining State. Dr. Riv.Lad, 
 
 Stupid he fate, his Eyes on Earth declin'd; 
 And various Cares revolving in hi3 Mind. Dryd, Vire, 
 
 Nor Devils, nor Angels, of a purer Mould, 
 Can trace the winding Labyrinths of Thought. - 
 Nor Man, who knows not Man but by Surmife ; 
 Tisfearcfiipg there where Ikav'ncan only pry. D yd. 
 
 .Q.q S THRHsJZ-.. 
 
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 THREAT'NING. 
 
 Oh, I can bear no more ! 
 
 Thy cunning Engines have with Labour rais'd 
 
 My heavy Anger, like a mighty Weight, 
 
 To fall and crufh thee dead :. See, thou rafh Ixion^ 
 
 Thy promis'd Juno vaniQVd in a Cloud : 
 
 And, in her Room, avenging Thunder rods 
 
 To blaft thee. Dry d. OEdip. 
 
 My Vengeance rouls within my Breaft : it muft, 
 It will have Vent : my Blood rides high : I will not hide 
 My Head j but meet thee in the very Face of Danger : 
 
 O were it on fome Precipice, 
 
 High as Olympus, and a Sea beneath, 
 
 Call when thou dar'ft, juft on the (harpeft Point 
 
 I'll meet, and tumble with thee to Deftru&ion : 
 
 A gnawing Confcience haunts not guilty Men, 
 
 As I'll haunt thee ; ■■ 
 
 Kay, fliould'ft thou take the Stygian Lake for Refuge, 
 
 I'll plunge in after, thro' the boiling Flames, 
 
 To pufh thee hiding down the vaft Abyfs. Dr. TroiL8c Cref. 
 
 Is there Revenge on Earth, or Pain in Hell, 
 Can Art invent, or boiling Rage fuggeft (& Hip. 
 
 Ev'n endlefsTortures,whichthou (halt not fuffer ?Sm.Phxd. 
 
 O thou fhalc howl thy fearful Soul away, 
 "While laughing Crowds (hall echo to thy Cries, 
 
 And make thy Pains their Sport. 
 
 Drag him to all the Torments, Earth can furnifh : 
 Let him be rack'd and ganch'd, impalM alive: 
 Then Jet the mangled Monfter, fix'a on high, 
 Grin o'er the fhouting Crowd, and glut their Vengeance. 
 
 (Smith. Pha>d.&Hip. 
 
 ' Rack me, 
 
 Ye Pow'rs above, with all your choiceft Torments, 
 Horrour of Mind, and Pains yet uninvented, 
 If I not practice Cruelty upon her, 
 And treat Revenge fome Way yet never known. Otw.Orpb. 
 
 Wert thou not privileg'd, like Age and Women, 
 My Sword fhould reach thee, and revenge the Wrong 
 Thy Tongue has done my Fame.— Rowe. Amb. Step. 
 
 I will crumble thee, 
 
 Thou bottled Spider, into thy prirn'tive Earth, (Guife. 
 
 Unleis thou fwear thy very Thought's a Lie. Dryd. D. of 
 
 — Infamous Wretch ! (D. of Guife. 
 
 So much below my Scorn, I dare not kill thee. Dryd. 
 
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 O that thou wert my equal ; great in Arms 
 As the firft Caefar was, that I might kill thee 
 Without a Stain to Honour Dryd. All for Love. 
 
 Some God pluck threefcore Years from that fond Man 5 
 That I may kill him, and not ftain my Glory ! B. M.Tr. 
 
 Haft thou compa&ed for a Leafe of Years (D.of Guile. 
 With Hell, that thus thou ventur'ft to provoke me? Dryd. 
 
 O that I had the fruitful Heads of Hydra, 
 That one might bourgeon where another fell ! 
 Still would I give thee Work; ftijl, ftill, thou Tyrant, 
 And hifs thee with the laft. Dryd. D. Seb. 
 
 Art thou fome Ghoft, fome Demon, or fome God, 
 That I fhou'd (land aftonifh'd at thy Sight : 
 If thou could'ft deem fo meanly of my Courage. 
 Why did'ft thou not engage me Man for Man, 
 And try the Virtue of that Gorgon Face, 
 To flare me into Statue ? Dryd. D. Seb. 
 
 Think not you dream : or, if you did, my Injuries 
 Shall call fo loud, that Lethargy fhould wake 3 
 And Death (hou'd give you back to anfwer me: 
 The long expe&ed Hour is come at Length, 
 By manly Vengeance to redeem my Fame j 
 And that once clear'djeternal Death is welcome, Dr.D. Seb»' 
 
 Thou haft dar'd 
 
 To tell me, what I durft not tell my felf ; 
 
 I durft not think that I was fpurn'd and live: 
 
 And live to hear it boafted to my Face : 
 
 All my long Avarice of Honour loft, 
 
 Heap'd up in Youth, and hoarded up for Age : 
 
 Has Honour's Fountain then fuck'd back the Stream ? 
 
 He has; and hooting Boys may dry-ftiod pafs, 
 
 And gather Pebbles from the naked Ford. 
 
 Give me my Love, my Honour, give 'em back ; (D. Seb. 
 
 Give me Revenge, while I have Breath to ask it. Dryd. 
 
 Thou might'ft as fafely meet (Amphit. 
 
 The Thunder launch' d from the red Arm of Jove. Dryd. 
 
 Thou would'ft elude my Juftice, and efcapej 
 But I will follow thee thro* Earth, and Seas ; (Amphit. 
 Nor Hell fhall hide thee from my juft Revenge. Dryd* 
 
 O that I had 
 
 Some one renown'd, and vvinter*d as my^ felf, 
 
 T'encounter, like an Oak, the rooting Storm : 
 
 But thou art weak, and to the Earth wilt bend, 
 
 With my leaft Blaft,thy Head of BlofToms down.Lee.Csef.BoJ 
 
 Speak then, or I will tear thee Limb from Limb : 
 Thou {halt be fafe, if thou confcfs the Truth ; 
 But. if ihou hide ought from me, I will rack thee, 
 
 'Till 
 
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 'Till with thy horrid Groans thou wake the Dead : 
 
 Or I will cut thee to Anatomy, 
 
 And fearch thro' all thy Veins to find it out. Lee. Caef. Bor. 
 
 If then I prove thee falfe, O Bellamira, 
 Not that celeftial Copy, ev'n thv Face, 
 Shall 'fcape, but I will ra7.e the Draught, as if 
 It ne'er had been the Pattern of the Gods : 
 If thou art falfe, and if I prove thee To, 
 That Skin of thine, that matchlefs Weft of Heav'n, 
 Which fome more curious Angel caft about thee, 
 Will I tear off, tho' -leaving to the Shrine : 
 If thou do'ft play me falfe, think not of Mercy : 
 I'll take thee unprepar'd, and fink thy Soul, 
 Body and Soul to everlaftmg Ruin. Lee. Gef. Borg. 
 
 O wert thou young again : I wou'd put off 
 My Majefty, to be more terrible, 
 That, like an Eagle, I might ftrike this Hare 
 Trembling to Earth 5 (hake thee to Duft, and tear 
 Thy Heart for this bold Lie, thou feeble Dotard. Lee. Alex. 
 
 O that thou wert a Man, that I might drive thee 
 Around the World, and fcatter thy Contagion, 
 As Gods hurl mortal Plagues when they are angry .Lee. Alex,- 
 
 Think not I have forgot your Infolence : 
 No; tho' I pardon'd it ; yer, if again 
 Thou dar'ft to crofs me with another Crime, 
 The Bolts of Fury (hall be doubled on thee. Lee. Alex. 
 
 I'll pour fuch Storms of Indignation on thee, 
 Philotas' Rack, Califthenes' Difgrace ; 
 Shall be Delight to what thou (halt endure. Lee, Alex. 
 
 Safer thou'dft met a Tigrefs, hunting out 
 The Thief that robb'd her of her Young.—-™ 
 Thou (halt be torne by Horfes, rack'd alive, 
 Be bury'd quick; I'll nave thee hew'd to Pieces. 
 Prometheus' Vulture, and Ixion's Wheel, 
 The Stone, the Sieve; the Tortures of the Damn'd 
 Are but flight Pains : thou (halt be more than damn'd. 
 
 (Lanfd. Her. Love. 
 
 I'll print athoufand Wounds; tear thy fine Form, 
 And fcatter thee to all the Winds of Heav'n. Rowe.Fair Pen, 
 
 On Eagles Wings my Rage (hall urge her Flight, 
 And hurl thee headlong from thy Topmoft Height 1 
 Then, like thy Fate, fuperior will I lit, 
 And view thee fall'n and g'-ov'ling at my Feet 5 
 See thy laft Breath with Indignation go, 
 And tread thee finking to the Shades below. Rowe. J.Shorc, 
 
 He-. 1 Doll thou brave me, Minion ? Doft thou know 
 s le, how very a Wrerch my Pow'r can make thee ? 
 That I can let loofe Fear, Diftrefs and Famine ; To 
 
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 To hunt thy Heels, like Hell-Hounds, thro' the World : 
 
 That I can place thee in fuch abjett State, 
 
 As Help fhall never find thee ; where, repining, 
 
 Thou fhalt lit down, and gnaw the Earth for Anguifh j 
 
 Groan to the pinlefs Winds without return, 
 
 Howl like the Midnight Wolf amid (I the Defart, 
 
 And curie thy Life in Bitternefs of Mifery. Rowe. J. Shore. 
 
 But hear me Maid : — — 
 This Blot of Nature, this deform'd, loarh'd Creon 
 Is mailer of a Sword, to reach the Blood 
 Of your young Minion, fpoil the God's fine Work, 
 And itab you in his Heart. — Dryd. OEd-p. 
 
 Better for him to tempt the Rage of Heav'n, 
 And wrench the Bolt red-hifling from the Hand 
 Of him that thunders, than but think that Infolence. 
 5 Tis Daring for a God.—— Gong. Mourn. Bride. 
 
 The gnawing Vulru-.e and the reliefs Wheel (EncK. 1 
 
 Shall be delight to what that Wretch (hall feel. Lanfd. Brii, 
 
 Deftru&ion, fwift"Deftru£tion 
 
 Fall on my Coward Head, and make my Name 
 
 The common Scorn of Fools, if ! forgive him : 
 
 If I forgive him ? if I not revenge 
 
 With urmoft Rage, and moft anftaying Fury. 
 
 Thy Sufferings thou dear Da- ling of my Life. Otw.Ve'n.PicO 
 
 -i From his iron Hen I'll waken Death, 
 
 And hurl him on this King : my Honefry 
 Shall ftcel my Swovd ; and on its horrid Point 
 I'll wear my Caufe, that fhall amaze the Eyes 
 Of this p oud Man, and be too glitt'i ing 
 For him to look on. Beau. Maid. Trag. 
 
 By my juft Sword he'ad fafer 
 
 Beft: id a Billow, when the angry North fTrag? 
 
 Plows up the Seas, or made Heav'ns Fire his Food. Beau. M, 
 
 Set Hills on Hills betwixt me, and the Man, 
 That utters this, and' I will fcalethem all, 
 And from the.iT-moil Top? fall on his Neck 
 Like Thunder from a Cloud. Beau. Philafh 
 
 By Heav'n, I will not lay down my Com million . 
 Not at his Foot ; I will not froop fo low , 
 But if theie be a Pat in all his Face 
 More facred than the reft, I 11 throw it there. Dryd. D. Seb, 
 
 Avoid him! If we meet, 
 
 It mult be like the Crufn of Heav'n and Earth, 
 T'invo've us both in .Ruin.—— Dryd. D. Seb, 
 
 Did he my Slave prefume ro look fo high ? 
 That crawling fnfeef, who fr6m Mud began, 
 Wawtt'd by iwy Rays, and kindled into Man ! D,yd, Aureo* 
 
 Hal 
 
894 T H 
 
 Had any broad-mouth'd fland'roas Villain faid it, 
 I wou'd have turn'd him outfide to the Sun, 
 Difplay'd th' infected Fountain of his Thoughts, 
 And ftabb'd the venom'd Lie down to his Heart. South.Dif. 
 
 Tho* he were great as the firft Caefar was, 
 High feated in die Empire of the World, 
 With Nations waiting round him for his Guards, 
 He went to nothing : all his Glories here 
 Should meet their Fate, and fall before my Fury. South.Dif. 
 
 To the Earth's utmoft Verge I will purfue him : 
 No place, tho' e'er fo holy, (hall protect him ; 
 No Shape, that artful Fear e'er form'd, fhall hide him. 
 
 (Rowe. Fair Pen. 
 
 Priefthood, nor Age, nor Cowardife itfelf, 
 Shall fave him from the Fury of my Vengeance. Rowe.F.Pen. 
 
 Ye«, yes, ye Gods, you (hall have ample Vengeance 
 On Laius* Murd'rer ; O the Traitor's Name ! 
 I'll know't i I will : Art fhall be conjur'd for't, 
 
 And Nature all unravell'd. I'll fetch him, 
 
 Tho' lodg'd in Air upon a Dragon's Wing ; 
 
 Tho' Rocks fhou'd hide him : Nay he fhall be drag'd 
 
 From Hell, if Charms can hurry him along : 
 
 His Ghoft fhall be, by fage Tirefias' Pow'r, 
 
 Confin'd to Fleih ; to fuffer Death once more ; 
 
 And then be plung'd in his firft Fires again. Lee. OEdip. 
 
 O did I know the Name of him I dread j (Ca?f. Bor. 
 What God in Arms fliou'd fave him from my Sword ? Lee. 
 
 . Do mejuftice, 
 
 Or, by the Gods, I'll lay a Scene of Blood, 
 
 Shall make this Dwelling horrible to Nature : 
 
 I will have Juftice, — - — 
 
 Who'll fleep in fafety,that has done me Wrong ? Otw.Orph. 
 
 — My Slave, whom I 
 
 Could tread to Clay, dares utter bloody Threats. Lee.Alex. 
 
 Safer thou may'ft with Thunder play, kifs Fiie, 
 Grapple with Death, a Peftilence invade, 
 With all his fatal purple Pomp array'd. Lee. Sophon. 
 
 Peace, Villains, peace, confpiring Sycophants j 
 Now, by the Gods, my Eyes are half unieal'd : 
 But if the Thought, that kindles in my Breaft, 
 Finds proper Fuel to increafe my Fire, 
 I fhall confume you, Traitours; if I find, 
 Which I begin to do, that you have play'd 
 
 The Villain 
 
 Mark me : if ought of this, if any Shadow 
 
 Appear, that you confpir'd to betray me } 
 
 I'll heap fuch Horrours on your frighted Souls, 
 
 That 
 
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 That you (hall call your Brother Devils up, 
 
 To (hatch you hence, rather than (rand my FuryLee.Mithr. 
 
 If (he be dead. that IPs impoflible j 
 
 And let none here affirm ft for his Soul : 
 
 For he that dares but think 10 damn'd i Lie, 
 
 I'll have his Body flirait impal'd before me, 
 
 And glut my Eyes upon his bleeding Entrails. Lee. Alex. 
 
 Difmifs that Vanity : 
 
 Thou, Drances, art below a Death from me : 
 
 Let that vile Soul, in that vile Body reft : 
 
 The Lodging is well worthy of theGueft. Dr. Virg. 
 
 Cowards are fcar'd with Threat'nings : Boys are whipt 
 Into Confeflions : but a fteady Mind 
 A&s of itfelf ; ne'er asks the Body Counfel. Otw.Ven. Pref. 
 
 Refentments, till by fweet Revenge revealed, 
 Deep in your Breaft (hou'd wifely be conceal'd : 
 Repeated Threat'nings only wound the Air : 
 In vain your empty Words your Paflion (how : 
 He fhould not hear it, "trill he feels the Blow.Black. K. Artru 
 
 THUNDER. 
 
 The dreadful Thunder roars aloud, 
 
 When fighting Winds drive heavy Cloud on Cloud: 
 For where the Heav'n is clear, the Sky ferene, 
 No dreadful Thunder's heard, no Lightening leent/ 
 But where the Clouds are thick, there Thunders /i(e : 
 The furious Infant's born, and fpeaks,and dies. Creech.Lucr. 
 
 From Winds and thick'ning Clouds we Thunder fear ; 
 None dread it from that Quarter which is clear. Dryd. 
 
 (Con. of Gran. p. 2. 
 
 . We hear 
 
 A Peal of rattling Thunder roul in Air. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 A Flaih of Lightning with a thund'ring Sound, 
 Inflam'd the Sky and lliook the trembling Ground : 
 Again loud Thunder grumbled in the Sky. Laud. Virg. 
 
 O for a Peal of Thunder, that eou'd make 
 Earth, Sea, and Air,and Heav'n, and Cato tremble.Add.Cato. 
 
 What Mind's un(haken, and what Soul not aw*d, 
 And who not thinks the angry Gods abroad, 
 Whofe Limbs not fiirink, when dreadful Thunder, hurl'd 
 From broken Clouds, (hakes the affrighted World ? Creech. 
 
 fLucr. 
 Clouds, with ripe Thunder charg'd fome Angels thither 
 And fome the dire Materials brought for new. (drew, 
 
 Hot Drops of Southern Show'rs, the Sweats ofDeatb, 
 The Voice of Storms, and winged Whirlwind's Breath: 
 
 The 
 
896 T I 
 
 The Flames (hot forth from fighting Dragon's Eyes, 
 
 The Smokes that from fcorch'd Fever's Ovens rife, 
 
 Thereddeft Fires with which fad Comets glow; 
 
 And Sodom's neighb'ring Lake did Spirits beftow 
 
 Of finelt Sulphur ; amongft which they put 
 
 Wrath, Fury, Horrour, and all mingled (hut 
 
 Into a cold moift Cloud, t'inflame it more, 
 
 And make th' enraged Pris'ner louder roar. Cowl. David. 
 
 His Shafts are .{pent, and his tir'd Thunders ileep, 
 Nor longer bellow thro' the boundlefs Deep. Dr.State of Inn* 
 
 TIGER. 
 
 So, on rheguardlefs Herd, their Keeper flai.n,- 
 Rufhes a Tiger in the Lybian Plain. Wall. 
 
 The Mother Tigers thus, rheir Children flain, 
 Purfue the murdVing Wretch, and fcour along the Plain; 
 
 (Eufd.Srat. 
 
 So, happ'ly tam'd, the Tiger bears his Bands, 
 Lefs grimly howls, and licks the Keeper's Hands; 
 But, If by Chance he taftes forbidden Gore, 
 He yells amain, and makes his Dungeon roar: 
 He glares; he foams ; he aims a defp'rate Bound ; 
 And his. pale Matter flies, the dang'rous Ground. Tick. Luc* 
 
 T I M E. 
 
 When fir ft the Frame of this vail Ball was made, 
 And Jove with Joy the finifh'd Work furvey'd ; 
 Vicifiitude of Things, of Men and States, 
 Their Rife and Fall were dcftin'd by the Fates. 
 Then Time had fir ft a Name ; by firm Decree 
 Appointed Lord of all Futurity : 
 Within whofe ample Bofom Fares repofe 
 Caufes of Things, and fecret Seeds inclofe, 
 Which, rip'.nmg there, fhall one Day gain a Birth 
 And force a Paffage thro 5 the teeming Earth. 
 To him they give to rule the fpacious Light, 
 And bound. the yet imparted Day and Night : 
 To wing the Pours, that whirl the rouling Sphere \ 
 To (hi ft the Seafons, and conduit the Year ; 
 Duration of Dominion, and of Row'? 
 To him prefcribe, and fix each fated Hour. 
 This mighty Rule to Time the Fates ordain, 
 But yet to hard Conditions bind his Reign : 
 For, ev'ry beauteous Birth he brings to light, 
 How good foe'er, and grateful in his. Sight, 
 
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 He muft again to native Earth reftore, 
 And all his Race, witrTiron Teeth, devour. 
 Nor Good, nor Great fhall 'fcape his hungry Maw, 
 But bleeding Nature prove the rigid Law. Cong. 
 
 Time takes no Meafure in Eternity. How. Veft. Virg, 
 
 What's Time, when on Eternity we think ? 
 A thoufand Ages in that-Sea muft jink : 
 Time's nothing but a Word, a Million 
 Is full as far from Infinite as one. Denh. 
 
 The Future is not ; and what was is gone : 
 Thus we the prefent only call our own.— — — « 
 
 And Time it(elf at laft muft die, 
 And yields its triple Empire to Eternity. Oldh. 
 
 Time is no Meafure, which can Motion mete j 
 For Time can nothing but duration be 
 Of Beings j and Duration can fuggeft 
 Nothing, or of their Motion, or their Reft : 
 Only prolong'd Exiftence Time implies. 
 Whether the Thing is mov'd, or quiet lies. Blac. Creaf. 
 
 There's none deftroys, like Time, and none foold. Tate. 
 
 (Xoy. Gen. 
 
 Time changes all ; and, as with fwifteft Wings " ) 
 
 He pailes forward on, he quickly brings (Lucr. > 
 
 A diff'rent Face, a diff'rent Sight otThings. Creech.) 
 
 Ev'n ftrongeft Tow'rs and Rocks, all feel the Rage 
 Of pow'rful Time ; ev'n Temples wafte by Age : 
 Nor can the Gods themfelves prolong their Date ; 
 Change Nature's Laws, or get Reprieve from Fate. 
 Ev*n Tombs grow old, and wafte, by Years o'erthrown j 
 Men's Graves before, but now become their own. 
 How oft the hardeft Rock diflolves, nor bears, 
 The Strength but of a_Few, tho' pow'rfulYears. Cr. Lucr. 
 
 Defpair not then ; for Time thefe Griefs will cure : 
 Time dries the fighing Widow's Eyes, and makes 
 The Wretch in Bondage, in his Chains forget 
 That ever he was happy. Hig. Gen. Conq. 
 
 O Time and Induftry, ye mighty Two, 
 That bring our Wifhes neaver to our View. Prior. 
 
 Good Heav'n ! thy Book of Fate before me lay 3 
 But to tear out the Journal of this Day: 
 Or if the Order of the World below, 
 Will not the Gap of one whole Day allow, 
 Give me that Minute, when (he made her Vow : 
 That Minute, ev'n the Happy, from theit Blifs might give 
 And thofe, who live in Grief, a fhorter Time wou'd live. 
 So fmall a Link, if broke, th' eternal Chain 
 Would, like divided Waters, join again : 
 
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 It will not be ; the Fugitive is gone ; 
 
 Prefs'd by the Crowd of foil 'wing Minutes on : 
 
 That precious Moment's out of Nature fled, *> 
 
 And in the Heap of common Rubbifh laid, Gran. p. i. > 
 
 Of" things that once have been,and are decay'd.Dr.Conq.of > 
 
 T I S I P H O N E. 
 
 The Fury heard, while on Cocytus' Brink, 
 Her Snakes, unty'd, fulphureous Waters drink j 
 But, at the Summons, roll'd her Eyes around, 
 And fnatch'd the ftarting Serpents from the Ground; 
 Not half fo fwiftly fhoots along in Air 
 The gliding Lisht'ning, or defcending Star : 
 Thro' Clouds of airy Shades fhe wing'd her Flight, 
 And dark Dominions of the fitent Night ; 
 Swift, as (he pafs'd, the flitting Ghofts withdrew, 
 And the pale Spe&res trembled at her View : 
 To th' iron Gates of Tjenarus fhe flies ; 
 There fpreads her dusky Pinions to the Skies: 
 The Day beheld, and (ick'ning at the Sight, 
 VeiPd her fair Glories in the Shades of Night; 
 Affrighted Atlas, on the diftant Shore, 
 Trembled, and (hook the Heav'ns and Gods he borc« 
 A hundred Snakes her gloomy Vifage fliade; 
 A hundred Serpents guard her horrid Head: 
 In her funk Eyeballs dreadful Meteors glow : 
 Such Light docs Phoebe's bloody Orb bellow, 
 When, lab'ring with ftrong Charms, fhe fhoots from high, 
 A firy Gleam, and reddens all the Sky. 
 Blood ftain'd her Cheeks, and from her Mouth there came 
 Blue {learning Poifons, and a Length of Flame: 
 From ev'ry Blaft of her contagious Breath, 
 Famine and Drought proceed, and Plagues, and Death: 
 A Robe obfeene was o'er her Shoulders thrown* 
 A Drefs by Fates and Furies worn alone : 
 She rofs'd her meagre Arms ; her better Hand 
 In waving Circles whirl'd a fun'ral Brand; 
 A curling Serpent from her Left did rear 
 His flaming Creft, and lafh'd the yielding Air. 
 A Hifs from all the fnaky Tire went round. Pope. Star. 
 
 Tifiphoue, let loofe from under Ground, 
 Majeftically pale, now treads the Round : 
 Before her drives Difeafes and Affright: 
 And ev'ry Moment rifes to the Sight ; 
 Afpiring to the Skies ; encroaching on the Light.Dr.Virg 
 
 TITLE 
 
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 TITLE. 
 
 What, tho* no gawdy Titles grac'd my Birth ?- 
 Titles, the fervile Courtier's lean Reward j 
 Sometimes the Pay of Virtue, but more oft 
 The Hire, which Greatnefs gives to Slaves and Sycophants : 
 Yet Heav'n, that made me honeft, made me more 
 Than ever King did, when he made a Lord. Rowe. J. Shore. 
 
 TOBACCO. 
 
 The Indian Weed, unknown to antient Times, 
 Nature's choice Gift, whofe acrimonious Fume 
 Extracts fuperfluous Juices, and refines 
 The Blood diftemper'd from its noxious Salts j 
 Friend to the Spirits, wirh which Vapour blend 
 4t gently mitigates ; Companion fit 
 Of Pleafantry and Wine : nor to the Bards 
 "Unfriendly, when they to the vocal Shell 
 Warble melodious their well-labour'd Songs. Phil. Cyder. 
 
 TOIL. 
 
 He taught them Love of Toil, by which they keep 
 
 ObftruSions from the Mind, and quench the Blood : 
 Eafe but belongs to us like Sleep j and Sleep, 
 
 Like Opium, is our MedVme, not our Food. D'Aven. 
 
 Some Labour ev'n the eafieft Life would chufe. Dryd: 
 
 CState of Inn, 
 
 And work is Pleafure, when we chufe our Task. Dryd. 
 
 (State of Inn. 
 
 Our Labours you with (ickly Eyes behold, 
 And think them our Difhonour ; which indeed 
 Are the pronadtive Trials of the Gods, 
 To prove heroick Conftancy in Men. Dr. Troil. 8c Creflf. 
 
 The Sire of Gods and Men, with hard Decrees, 
 Forbids our Plenrv to be bought with Eafe j 
 And wills that mortal Men, inur'd to Toil, 
 Should exercife wirh p ains the grudging Soil : 
 Himfelf invented firft the fhining Shave, 
 And whetted human Induftry by Care. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 What cannot endlefs Labour, urg'd by Need ? Dr. Virg, 
 
 Heroes, delay'd and difappointed, prize 
 The Crown, which, got too cheaply, they defp'sfe : 
 Pleafures, the farther off, the greater fe?m ; 
 And Toil and Danger belt preferve Efteem. Blac. P. Arth. 
 
 TO I. 
 
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 TOILET. 
 
 fi And now, unveil'd, the Toilet (lands difplay'd j 
 Each filver Vafe in myftick Order laid : 
 Fh ft, rob'd in white, the Nymph intent adores, 
 With Head uncover'd, the cofmetick Pow'rs : 
 A heav'nly Image in the Glafs appeaj-s, 
 To that fhe bends, to that her Eye (he rears : 
 Th' inferiourPrieftefs, at her Altar's Side 
 Trembling, begins the facred Rites of Pride : 
 Unnumber'd Treafuresope at once; and here 
 The various Offerings of the World appear; 
 From each fhe nicely culls with curious Toil, 
 And decks the Goddefs with the glitt'iing Spoil. 
 This Casket India's glowing Gems unlocks - t 
 And all Arabia breathes from yonder Box : 
 TheTortoife here,- and Elephant unite, 
 Transf'orm'd to Combs, the fpeckled and the white 
 Here files of Pins extend their ihining Rows, 
 Puffs, Powders, Parches, Bibles, Billets-doux: 
 Now awful Beauty puts on all its Arms, 
 The Fair each Moment rifes in her Charms, 
 Repairs her Smiles, awakens ev'ry Grace j 
 And calls forth all the Wonders of her Face ; 
 Sees by degrees a purer Blufh arife ; 
 And keener Lightnings quicken in her Eyes. Pope. 
 
 TO MB. 
 
 . 'Tis dreadful ! 
 
 How reverend is the Face of this tall Pile, 
 Whofe anticnt Pillars rear rheir Marble Heads, 
 To bear aloft its arch'd and pond'rous Roof, 
 By its own Weight made ftedfaft and immoveable, 
 Looking Tranquillity ! It (hikes an Awe 
 And Terrourto my aking Sight : The Tombs, 
 And monumental Caves of Death look cnld, 
 And (hoot a Chilnefs to my trembling Heart: 
 
 . . ■ The Horrour of this Place, 
 
 And Silence, will increafe my Melancholy. Cong. M. Brid. 
 
 Behold, my Son, this rude unpolifh'd Marble j. 
 The common Receptacle of our Duft, (Gen. 
 
 When Fate (hall fummon our obedient Spirits. Tate. Loy. 
 
 * They'll decently beftow 
 
 This Lumber in fome Vault by Nature fram'd - t 
 Wrapt in no Sables, but of decent Night : 
 
 No 
 
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 No Pageantry, or more fuperfluous Trains 
 
 Of fueh as mourn for hire : no fun'ral Dirge, 
 
 But what the widow'd Tu tie fhall afford me. 
 
 The Pomp, that I defpis'd in Life, in Death 
 
 I hold moil vain ; nor care to rot in State. Tate. Loy. Gen. 
 
 Within adifmal Grott, which Damps furround, 
 All cold (he lies upon th' unwholfome Ground : 
 The Marble weeps, and, with a iilent Pace, 
 Its trickling Tears diflil upon her Face: 
 Falfely you weep, ye Rocks, and falfely mourn j 
 For never will you let the Nymph return. 
 With a fcign'd Grief the faithlefs Tomb relents, 
 And, like a Crocodile, its Prey laments. Cong. 
 
 - The iilent Tomb, fver come • 
 
 Th' AiTiftance which Diftempers give, but where they nc- 
 
 Statues and Tombs turn, like our felves, to Dud: 
 Vqy{c to all Ages can our Deeds declare ; 
 Tombs but a while (hew where our Bodies are. D'A v. 
 
 TONGUE. 
 
 O that delightful Engine of her Thoughts, 
 That blab'd them with iuch pleating Eloquence, 
 Is torn from forth that pretty hollow Cage, 
 Where like a fweet melodious Bird it fung 
 Sweet vary'd Notes, inchanting ev'ry Ear. Shak.T.Andron, 
 
 TORRENT. 
 
 Not with fuch Rage a fwelling Torrent flows 
 Above his Banks, th* oppofing Dams o'erthrows, 
 Depopulates the Fields ; the Cattle, Sheep, 
 Shepherds, and Folds, the foaming Surges fweep. Den.Vir. 
 
 Like a Torrent fwell'd 
 
 With wint'ry Tempefts, that difdains all Mounds, 
 
 Breaking a Way impetuous, and involves, 
 
 Within its Sweep, Trees, Houfes, Cattle, Men, Phil. Cyd. 
 
 So when the Bank neglected is o'erthrown, 
 The boundleis Torrent will the Country drown. Wall. 
 
 Not with lefs Fury flows a Torrent Stream, 
 And overturns with Rage th' oppoiing Dam : 
 Shepherds and Sheep to this Dettruction yield, (Virg, 
 
 While foaming Floods plough up the fertile Field. Laud. 
 
 Thus when a rapid Torrent overflows, 
 Stopt by encountering Rocks the Floods refound, 
 With dreadful Noife, and (hake the Banks around. Lau.Vir, 
 
 The 
 
902 T R 
 
 The wary Ploughman, on the Mountain's Brow, 
 Undams his wat'ry Stores ; huge Torrents flow ; 
 And, rattling down the Rocks, large Moifture yield ; 
 Temp'ring the thirfty Fever of the Field. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 As when a Torrent, down fome Mountain's Side, 
 To the low Valleys rouls its rapid Tide j 
 Where mighty Stones and rocky Fragments, high 
 Within the rude unfafhion'd Chanels, lie ; 
 O'er abrupt Tra&s its Courfe the Deluge bends; 
 And, roaring down, with mighty Falls, defcends; 
 Prodigious Noife th' aerial Region rills : 
 The Shepherds hear, and tremble on their Hills. Bl.P.Arth. 
 
 -— — - Torrents fometimes yield 
 Too large a Bev'rage to the drunken Field. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 TRANSLATION and TRANSLATOR. 
 
 — Compofing is the nobler Part, 
 
 But good Tranflation is no eafy Art : 
 For tho' Materials have long iince been found, 
 Yet both your Fanfy and your Hands arc bound : 
 And, by improving what was writ before, 
 Invention labours lefs, but Judgment more. Rofc. 
 
 Thenobleft Fruits, tranlplanted in our Ifle, 
 With early Hopes, and fragrant Bloflbms (mile: 
 Familiar Ovid tendtr Thoughts infpires, 
 And Nature feconds all his foft Delires : 
 Theocritus does now to us belong, 
 And Albion's Rocks repeats his rural Song; 
 Who has not heard how Italy was blelt, 
 Above the Medes, above the wealthy Eaft ? 
 Or Gallus' Song, fo render, and fo true, 
 That ev'n Lycoris might with Pity view : 
 When mourning Nymphs attend their Daphnis' Herfe, 
 Who does not weep, that reads the moving Verfe ? 
 But hear, oh hear, in what exalted Strains T 
 
 Sicilian Mufes. thro' thefe happy Plains, S 
 
 Proclaim Saturnian Times, our own Apollo reigns ! Rofc. J 
 
 When France had breath'd, after interline Broils, 
 And Peace and Conqueft crown'd her foreign Toils ; 
 Thechoiceft Books, that Rome or Greece have known, 
 Her excellent Tranflators made her own : 
 From thence our gen'rous Emulation came, 
 We undertook, and weperform'd the fame: 
 But now, we (hew the World a nobler Way, 
 And in tranflated Verfe do more than they : 
 
 3 Serene, 
 
T R 
 
 90; 
 
 Serene, and clear, harmonious Horace flows, 
 
 With Sweernefs not to be expreft in Profe : 
 
 Degrading Profe explains his Meaning ill, 
 
 And (hews the Stuff, but not the Workman's Skill : 
 
 I, who have ferv'd him more than twenty Years, 
 
 Scarce know my Mafler, as he there appears : 
 
 Vain are our Neighbour's Hopes, and vain their Cares; 
 
 The Fault is more the Languages, than theirs : 
 
 'Tis courtly, florid, and abounds in Words, 
 
 Of fofter Sound perhaps than ours affords : 
 
 But who did ever in French Authors fee 
 
 The comprehenfive, EagliQi Energy ? 
 
 The weighty Bullion of one Sterling Line, 
 
 Drawn to French Wire, would thro' whole Pages fhine. 
 
 This Pll recant, when France can (hew me Wjt, 
 
 As ftrong as ours, and as fuccinclly writ. Rofc. 
 
 Each Poet with a diff 'rent Talent writes j 
 One praifes, one inftru&s, another bites : 
 Examine how your Humour is inclin'd, 
 And which the ruling Pafllon of your Mind : 
 Then feek a Poet, who your Way does bend, 
 And chufe an Author, as you chufc a Friend : 
 United by this Sympathetic!;. Bond, 
 You grow familiar, intimate and fond : 
 Your Thoughts, your Words, your Styles, your Souls agree* 
 No longer his Interpreter, but He. Rofc. 
 
 Take Pains the genuine Meaning to explore; 
 There fweat, there drain, tug the laborious Oar : 
 Search ev'ry Comment, that your Care can find ; 
 
 Some here, fome there, may hit the Poet's Mind ; 
 
 Yet be not blindly guided by the Throng ; 
 
 The Multitude is always in the Wrong. 
 
 When Things appear unnatural, or hard, 
 
 Confult your Author, with himfelf compar'd : 
 
 Who knows what Bleflings Phcebus may beftow, 
 
 And future Ages to your Labour owe ? 
 
 Such Secrets are not eafily found out ; 
 
 But, once difcoverM, leave no room for Doubt. Rafc. 
 While in your Thoughts you find the lead Debate, 
 
 You may confound, but never can tranflate : 
 
 Your Style will this thro'all Difguifes (how j 
 For none explain more clearly than they know : 
 
 He only proves he underftands a Text, 
 
 Whofc Expofition leaves it unperplex'd. Rofc. 
 The genuine Senfe intelligibly told, 
 
 Shews aTranflator both dilcreet and bold. Rofc. 
 
 Ex- 
 
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 Excurfions are inexpiably bad, 
 And 'tis much fafer to leave out than add. 
 Abftrufe and myftick Thoughts you muft exprefs *> 
 
 With painful Care, but Teeming Eafmefs : S 
 
 For Truth fhines brighter! thro' the plaineft Drefs. Rofc. J 
 
 Your Author always will the beft advife: 
 Fall, when he falls ; and, when he rifes, rife. 
 AfTe£ted Noife is the moll wretched Thing, 
 Thatto Contempt can empty Scribblers bring. Rofc. 
 
 Secure of Fame, thou juftly doft efteem 
 Lefs Honour to create, than to redeem : 
 Nor ought a Genius, lefs than his that writ, 
 Attempt Tranflarion ; for, tranfplanted Wic , 
 All the Defe&s of Air, and foil does (hare, 
 And colder Brains like colder Climates are. 
 In vain they toil, lince nothing can beget 
 A vital Spirit, but a vital Heat. 
 That fervile Path thou nobly doft decline 
 Of tracing Word by Word, and Line by Line : 
 Thofe are the labour'd Births of flaviih Brains, 
 Not the Effect of Poetry, but Pains : 
 Cheap vulgar Arts, whole Narrownefs affords 
 No Flight for Thoughts, but poorly fticks at Words: 
 A new and nobler Way thou doft purfue, 
 To make Translations, and Translators too : 
 They but preferve the Allies, thou the Flame ; (Fanfhaw. 
 True to his Senfe, but truer to his Fame. Denh. To Sir R. 
 
 As when of old Heroick Story tells 
 Of Knights, imprifon'd long by magick Spells, 
 Till future Time the deftin'd Hero fend, 
 By whom the dire Enchantment is to end : 
 Such feems this Work, and fo referv'd for thee, 
 Thou great Revealer of dark Poeiie. 
 Thofe fullen Clouds, which have, for Ages pad, 
 O'er Perlius' too long fufPring Mufe been caft, 
 Difperfe, and fiy before thy facred Pen ; 
 And, in their Room, bright Tracks of Light are feen : 
 Sure Phoebus' felf thy fwelling Breaft infpires, 
 The God of Mulick and Poetick Fires : 
 Elfe, whence proceeds this great Surprize of Light, 
 How dawns this Day forth from the Womb of Night ?' 
 As Coin, which bears fome awful Monarch's Face, 
 For more than its intrinlkk Worth will pafs ; 
 So vour bright Image, which we here behold, 
 Adds Worth to Worth, and dignifies the Gold j 
 For, ftill obfcure, to us no Light he gives, „ 
 Dead in himfeif, in you alone he lives. 
 
 4 So 
 
T R 905 
 
 So ftubborn Flints their inward Heat conceal, 
 
 Till Art and Force th' unwilling Sparks reveal : 
 
 But, thro' your Skill, from thefe final 1 Seeds or" Fire, 
 
 Bright Flames arife, which never can expire. Con. to Dryd. 
 And here Lucretius whole we rind, 
 His Words, his Mulick, and his Mind : 
 Thy Art has to our Country brought 
 All that he writ, and all he "thought. Wall, to Evelyn, 
 As Flow'rs, tranfplanted from a Southern Sky, 
 
 But hardly bear ; or in the railing die; 
 
 Miffing their native Sun, at beft retain 
 
 Bat a faint Odour, and furvive with Pain ; 
 
 Thus ancient Wit m modern Numbers taught, *> 
 
 Wanting the Warmth with which its Author wrote, > 
 
 Is a dead Image, and a fenfelefs Draught: J 
 
 While we transfufe, the nimble Spirit flies, 
 
 Efcapes unfeen, evaporates, and dies : 
 
 But we conclude from thy tranllated Song, 
 
 Sojuft, fo fmooth, fofoit, and yet fo ftrong, 
 
 Celeftial Charmer! Soul ofHaimony! 
 
 Thatev'ry Genius was reviv'd in thee. 
 
 Thy Trumpet founds, the Dead are rais'd to Light, 
 
 Never ro die, and take to Heav'n their Flight ; 
 
 Deck'd in thy Verfe, as clad with Rays, they (hine, 
 
 All glorify'd, immortal, and divine. 
 
 Say, is't thy Bounty, or thy Thirft of Praife ? 
 
 That, by comparing others, all might fee, 
 
 Wh ;) moil excel, are yet excel'd by thee. Lanfd. to Dr yd. 
 
 Thou mak'ft the Beauties of the Remans known, 
 And England boafts of Riches, not her own : 
 Thy Lines have heighterfd Virgil's Majefty, 
 And Horace wonders athimfelf in thee. 
 Thou teacheft Pertius to inform our Ifle 
 In fmooth^r Numbers, and a clearer Style : 
 And Juvenal, inftrutted in thy Page, 
 
 Edges his Satire, and improves his Rage : 
 
 The Copy cafts a fairer Light on all, 
 
 And ftill outfhines the belt Original. 
 
 Now Ovid boafts th' Advantage of thy Song, 
 
 And tells his Story in the Britifli Tongue: 
 
 Thy charming Verfe, and fair Tranflations fliew 
 
 How thy own Laurel firft began to grow : 
 
 How wild Lycaon, chang'd by angry Gods, 
 
 And frighted at himfelf, ran howling thro' the Woods : 
 
 ■ How human Limbs 
 
 Have watei'd Kingdoms, and diflblv'd in Streams : 
 
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 Of thofc rich Fruits, that on the fertile Mould 
 
 Turn'd yellow by degrees, and ripen'd into Gold : 
 
 How tome in Feathers, or a ragged Hide, 
 
 Have liv'd a fecond Life, and difPrent Natures try'd: 
 
 Then will thy Ovid, thus transform'd, reveal 
 
 A nobler Change, than he himfelf can tell. Add. toDryd. 
 
 Thou only for this noble Task wevt fit, 
 To fhame thy Age to a jutl Senfe of Wit, 
 By (hewing how the learned Romans writ : 
 To teach fat heavy Clowns to know their Trade, 
 And not turn Wits, who were for Porters made - y 
 But quit falfe Claims to the poetick Rage, 
 For Squibs, and Crackers, and a Smithheld Stage ; 
 Had Providence e'er meant, that, in Defpight 
 Of Art and Nature, fuch dull Clods (hould write, 
 Baviusand Msevius had been fav'd by Fate 
 For Settle and for Shadwel to tvanflate j 
 As it fo many Ages has for thee 
 
 Preferv'd the mighty Work that now we fee. Duke to 
 (Mr. Creech, on his Tranilation of Lucretius. 
 
 But you his manly Genius raife; 
 
 And make your Copy (hare an equal Praife : 
 O how I fee thee, in loft Scenes of Love, 
 Renew thofe Paffions, he could only move 1 
 Here Cupid's Charms are with new Art exprefs'd j 
 And pale Eliza leaves her peaceful Reft - 3 
 Leaves her Elyzium, as if glad to live, j 
 
 To love and with, to figh, defpair and grieve, £ 
 
 And die again for him, that would again deceive. Ji 
 
 Nor does the mighty Trojan lefs appear 
 Than Mars himielf amidit the Storms of War : 
 Now his fierce Eyes with double Fury glow ; 
 And a new Dread attends th' impending Blow : 
 The Daunian Chiefs their eager Rage abate, 
 And, tho' unwounded, feem to feel their Fate. 
 For this great Task our loud Applaufeis due : 
 We own old Favours, but nuift prefs for new. 
 Th' expecting World demands one Labour more j 
 And thy lov'd Homer does thy Aid implore, 
 To right his injur'd Works, and fet them free 
 From the lewd Rhymes of grov'lingOgleby : 
 Then (hall his Verfe in graceful Pomp appear j 
 Nor will his Birth renew the ancient Jar : 
 On thofe Greek Cries we (hall look with Scorn, 
 And in Great Britain think the Poet born. — • To Mr. Dry- 
 (den on his Tranflation of VirgiL 
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 The Mufes Empire is reftor'd again, 
 In Charles's Reign and by Rofcommon's Pen: 
 Yet modeitly he does his "Work furvey, 
 And calls a tinifh'd Poem an ErTay : 
 For ail the needful Rules are fcatter'd here j 
 Trurh fmoothly told, and pleafantly fevere : 
 So well is Art difguis'd tor Nature to appear : 
 Nor need thofe Rules to give TranflationLight-j 
 His own Example is a Flame fo bright, 
 That he, who but arrives to copy; well, 
 Unguided will advance, unknowing will excel ; 
 When he tranilates, teaches Tranllatars too, 
 No firftling Kid, nor atiy vulgar Vow 
 Should at Apollo's grateful Altar (land : 
 Rofcommon wires', to that aufpicious Hand, 
 Mufe, feed the Bull, that fpurns the yellow Sand. Dryd. 
 
 TRAVELLER. 
 
 So Travellers, that lofe their Way by Night, 
 If from afar rley chance t' efpy 
 
 TH' uncertain Glimm'ring of a Taper's Light, 
 Take flatt'ring Hopes, and think it nigh j 
 Till, weary'd with the fruitlefs Pain, 
 They iit them down, and weep in vain, 
 
 And there in Darknefs and Defpair remain. O \\\ e 
 So Travellers, who walte the Day, 
 Careful and cautious of their Way, 
 Noting at length the fetting Sun, 
 Still mend their Pace as Night comes on, 
 Double their Speed to reach the Inn, 
 And whip and {par thro' thick and thin. Lanfd. 
 
 TREACHERY. 
 
 , Nature abhors, 
 
 And drives thee out from the Society 
 
 And Commerce of Mankind for Breach of Faith : 
 
 Men live a*>d profper but in mutual Trull, 
 
 A Confidence of one another's Truth : 
 
 That thou hail violated. South. Oroon. 
 
 When Breach of Faith join'd Hearts does difengage, 
 The calmed Temper turns to vvildcl: Ragp . Lcc.^Scphcn, 
 
 Howe'cr in private Mifchiefs arc conceiv'd, 
 Torture and Shame attend their open Birth : 
 
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 Like Vipers in the Womb, bafe Treach'ry lies, J 
 
 Still gnawing that, whence firft it did arile j > 
 
 No fooner born, but the vile Parent dies. Cong.Doub.De. J 
 
 He, to betray us, did himfelf betray j 
 At once the Taker, and at once the Prey. Denh. Virg. 
 
 ■ Falfe Eyes 
 
 Are quick to fee another's Treacheries. How. Ind. Queen. 
 None can defend thofe who betray themfelves. Sedl.Ant. 
 
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 Princes invite, who pardon Treachery. Sedl.Ant. &Cleo. 
 A treach'rous Friend will be a tim'rous Foe.Sedl.An. &C1. 
 It is more eafy to betray 
 Than ruin any other way. Hud. 
 
 TREASON. 
 
 Who ftrike at Kings, repeat the Giant's Crime, 
 And ftrike at Jove, • " ■ Lanfd. Her Love. 
 
 Can Gold corrupt you to betray your Matter ? 
 Dogs on their Feeders fawn, but you betray. Hig.G.Conq. 
 
 The faithful Dog flies at the Robber's Throat, 
 That would break in to force his Matter's Treafure : 
 But Dogs are watchful Creatures ; true toTruft : 
 Men are the firft to prey upon their Lords : 
 In Dangers they forfake us ; fhifting (till (H. Love. 
 
 From Side to Side, as they can mend their Bargain. Lanfd. 
 
 The Heart and harbour'd Thoughts of 111 make Traitors, 
 Notfpleeny Speeches.—' Roch. Valent. 
 
 How fweet is Trcafon when the Traitor's fate! Dr.D.Seb. 
 
 How fafe is Treafon, and how facred 111, 
 Where none can iin againlt the People's Will ! 
 Where Crowds can wink, and no Offence be known, 
 Since in another's Guilt chey find their own. Dryd. 
 
 Courage with Treafon feldom does abide. Sedl. An.&Cl. 
 
 Sure no Religion binds Men to be Traitors. }ohnf. Cat* 
 
 TREASURER. 
 
 Content with Hands unfoil'd to guard the Prize, 
 He keeps the Store with undefiring Eyes : 
 So, round the Tree, that bore Hefperian Gold, 
 The facred Watch lay curl'd in many a Fold : 
 His Eyes uprearing to th'untafted Prey, 
 Th6 fleeplefs Guardian wafted Life away. Tickell. 
 
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 TREATY. 
 
 Treaties are but the Combates of the Brain, (Gran. p. 2. 
 Where itiit the ilronger lofe and weaker gain. Dr. Con. o£ 
 Treaties are vain to Lofers. Dryd. Stare of Tnn. 
 Honour begins toblufli, and hides his Face : 
 Fo- thole who treat (heath ail their Swords, 
 To try by Length of fencing Words, (Rhodes. 
 
 How far they may confent to meet Difgrace. D'Av. Siege of 
 
 TREES. 
 
 So the fair Tree, whereon the Eagle builds, 
 Poor Sheep from Tempefts, and their Shepherds fhields : 
 The royal Bird pofTefTes all the Boughs, 
 But Shade and Shelter to the Flock allows. Wall. 
 
 I, like a naked Tree, my Shelter gone, (Auren. 
 
 To Winds and Winter-Storms muft ftand expos'd alone. Dr. 
 
 " The young Sapling 
 
 Is fhrowded long beneath the Mother Tree, 
 Before it be transplanted from its Earth, 
 
 And rruft it felf for Growth. Dryd. Troil. & CrefT. 
 
 Their Trunks grown ftrong,their fpreadingBranches (hoot, 
 Look frefh and green, and bend beneath their Fruit. Cr. Lu. 
 The Tree once fix'd, its Red: is torn away. Garth. 
 Some Trees their Birth to bounteous Nature owe: 
 For fome without the Pains of planting grow : 
 With Ofiers thus the Banks of Brooks abound - y 
 Sprung from the wat'ry Genius of the Ground : 
 From the fame Principles grey Willows come ; 
 Herculean Poplar, and the tender Broom : 
 But fome from Seeds, inclos'd in Earth, arifej 
 For thus the maftful Chefnut mates the Skies : 
 Hence rife the branching Beech, and vocal Oak; 
 Where Jove of old oraculoufly {poke : 
 Some from the Root a rifing Wood difclofe ; 
 Thus Elms, and thus the faivage Cherry grows : 
 Thus the green Bays, rhat binds the Poet's Brows, 
 Shoots, and is (helter'd by the Mother's Boughs. Dr. Virg. 
 
 Thus Apple Trees, whofe Trunks are ftrong to bear 
 Their fpreading Boughs, exert themfelves in Air ; 
 Want no fupply, but ftand iecure alone, "\ 
 
 Not trufting foreign Forces, but their own ; fDryd.Virg. Jt 
 Till with the ruddy Freight the bending Branches groan: J 
 
 Ev'n cold Caucafean Rocks with Trees are fpread : 
 And wear green Forefts on their hilly Head : 
 
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 Tho' bending from the blaft of Ea'lern Storms, 
 Tho' fhent their Leaves, and fhatter'd are their Arms ; 
 Yet Heaven their various Plants for Ufe dehgns, 
 .?or Houfes Cedars, and for (hipping Pines : 
 Cyprefs provides for Spokes and Wheels of Wains ; 
 And all for Keels of Ships, that fcour the wat'ry Plains : 
 Willows in Twigs are fruitful ; Elms in Leaves : 
 The War, from ftubborn Myrtle, Shafts receives : 
 From Cornels J av'l'ins, and the tougher Yeugh 
 Receives the bending Figure of the Bow : 
 Nor Box, nor Limes, without their Ufe are made, *i 
 
 Smooth-grain'd, and proper for the Turner's Trade, (vade. s 
 Which curious Hands may kerve, and Steel with Eafe in- J 
 Light Alder Stems the Po's impetuous Tide, 
 And Bees in hollow Oaks their Honey hide. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 The failing Pine ; the Cedar proud and tall ; 
 The Vine-Prop Elm ; the Poplar never dry ; 
 The Builder Oak, the King of Forefts all ;, 
 The Alpine good for Staves, the Cyprefs Funeral ; 
 The Laurel, Meed of mighty Conquerors, 
 And Poets fage ; the Fir that weepeth frill j 
 The Willow, worn of forlorn Paramours; 
 The Eugh, obedient to the Benders Will : 
 The Birch for Shafts ; the Sallow for the Mill, 
 The Myrtle fWeet, bleeding '.'th' bitter Wound j 
 The warlike Beech ; the A(h for nothing ill ; 
 The fruitful Olive ; and the Platane round ; 
 The Carver Holm ; the Maple fcldom inward found. Spcn. 
 
 Thus a rail Pine his fliady Head difplays, 
 And proudly all the Subject Grove furveys. Blac. Eliza. 
 
 They fell the neigh bVing Oaks ; 
 
 Hiils, blefs'd with fhady Honours, they uncrown ; 
 
 And from the Mountains bull their Glory down. BlaC.Elfaa; 
 
 Nomorethe Feller (hall our Foreft wound ; 
 No more the Axe fhall thro' the Hills refound, 
 Nor mangled Limbs of Trees o'erfpread th* incumber'd 
 
 (Ground. Blac. 
 
 TRIMMER. 
 
 Thefe Trimmers are for holding all Things ev'n, 
 Juft like ro him that hung 'twixr Hell and Heav'n. 
 t>amn'd Neuters! in their middle Way of fleering, 
 They're neither Fifh,nor Fiefh, nor good red Herring : 
 Nor Whigs, nor Tories they ; nor this, nor that ; 
 Nor Birds, nor Beads, bur jtjft a Kind of Bat ; 
 A Twilight An'mal ; true ro neither Caufe, 
 With Torv Wings, but WhipgiOi Teeth and Claws. Dryd. 
 a. T R I TO N. 
 
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 Him, and his martial Train the Triton bears : 
 High on his Poop the Sea- green God appears : 
 Frowning, he feems his crooked Shell to found j 
 And, at trie Blaft, the Billows dance around: 
 A hairy Man above the Walle he {hows ; 
 A Porpoiie Tail beneath his Belly giows ; 
 And ends a FiQi: His Bread the Waves divides; 
 And Froth and Foam augment the murm'ring Tides. Dr.Virv 
 
 T R 1 TO N J A N Lake. 
 
 Thefc Waters to the tuneful God are dear ; 
 V/hofe vocal Shell the Sea-green Nereids hear : 
 Thefe Pallas loves : fo tells reporting Fame : 
 Here fir ft* from Heav'n to Earth the Goddefs came : 
 Here her firft Footlteps on the Brink file ftay'd ; 'r 
 
 Here in the wat'ry Glafsher Form furvey'd ; (Rowe.Luc^ J» 
 And call'd her felt' from hence the chafte Tritonian Maid, j 
 
 TRIUMPH. 
 
 The marching Troops thro* Athens take their Way : 
 The great Earl- Mar fhal orders their Array : 
 The Fair from high the paffing Pomp behold : 
 A Rain of Flow'rs is from the Windows roiil'd : 
 The Cafements are with golden Tiffue fp-.ead ; 
 And Horfes Hoofs, for Earth, on filken Tap'ftry tread. 
 
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 Unnumbe*.*3 Camels, laden and oppreft 
 With all the Lux'ry of the wanton Halt, 
 Beneath the Boory groan'd along the Road, 
 Themfelves a Prey, as was their precious Load : 
 Here royal Captives and chain'd Lords appear j 
 And vulgar Slaves prefs'd with an endlefs Reer. Bl.P.Arth* 
 
 In purple Robes, 
 
 With folemn State the Magiftrates proceed : 
 The Streets adorn'd ; the Doors with Statues grae'd $ 
 Vaft thronging Crowds retard the great ProceiTion, 
 Whofe loud repeated Shouts divide the Air ; 
 While fluttering Birds their empty Pinions fiiake : 
 With Garlands crown' d the Virgins ftrew the Ways, 
 And in glad Hymns repeat his glorious Name j 
 While joyful Mothers to their wond'ring Babes 
 Point out the Hero, as he drives along. Hig.Gen. Conor. 
 
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 - : He comes, and with a Port fo proud 1 , 
 
 As if he had fubdu'cl the fpacious World : 
 
 And all Synope's Streets are fill'd with fuch 
 
 A Glut of People, you would think fome God 
 
 Had conquer'd in their Caufe, and them thus rank'd, 
 
 That he might make his Entrance on their Heads j 
 
 While, from the Scaffolds, Windows, Tops of Houfes, 
 
 Are cait fuch gawdy Show'rs of Garlands down, 
 
 That ev'n the Crowd appear like Cona-uerours, 
 
 And the whole City feems like one vait Meadow, 
 
 ^et all with Flow'rs, as a clear Heav'n with Stars : 
 
 Nay, as f heard, ere he the City enter'd, 
 
 Your Subjects lin'd the Way for many Furlongs j 
 
 The very Trees bore Men : and, as our God, 
 
 When from the Portal of the Earl he dawns, 
 
 Beholds a thoufand Birds upon the Boughs, 
 
 To welcome him with all their warbling Throats, 
 
 And prune their Feathers in his golden Beams ; 
 
 So did your Subjects, in their gawdieft Trim, 
 
 Upon the pendant Branches fpeak his Praife : 
 
 Mothers, who cover'd all the Banks beneath, 
 
 Did rob the cryinglnfants of the Brcarl, 
 
 Pointing Ziphares out to make them fmile ; 
 
 And climbing Boys flood on their Father's Shoulders, 
 
 AnfwMng their (homing Sires with tender Cries, 
 
 To make the Confo.rt up of gen'ral Joy. Lee. Mithr. 
 
 r R U C E. 
 
 A Truce fucceeds the Labours of the Day ; 
 And Arms fufpended with a long Delay. Pope. Ovid. 
 
 Ceflarions, for fhort Time, in War, are like 
 Small Fits of Health in defp'rate Maladies: 
 Which, while the prefent Pain feems to abate, 
 Flatter into Debauch and worfe Eitate. Suckl. Bren. 
 
 r ru m ? e r. 
 
 Give with thy Trumpet a loud Note to Troy ; 
 Now crack thy Lungs, and fplit the founding "Brafs. Dryd. 
 
 (Troil. 6c Cref 
 
 Hark ! the fhrill Trumpet pours a dreadful Sound, 
 And animates the Soldiers to the Charge. Br. Horn. 
 
 i . i i»- The Trumpets Sound 
 
 And warlike Symphony is heard around. Dr.Ch.PaI. & Arc. 
 
 Then was the Trumpet heard, and tuneful Lyre ; 
 Oae did the Triumph ling ; and one the War infpire. (Blac. 
 
 TRUST. 
 
TIT 9i % 
 
 TRUST. 
 
 We both arc bound by Truft, and muft be true j 
 For he, who to the Bad betrays his Truft, 
 Tho' he does good, becomes himfelf unjuft. 
 
 When Brutus did from Csefar Rome redeem, 
 The AcT: was good, but was not good in him : 
 You fee, the Gods adjudg'd it Parricide, 
 By dooming the Event on Caefar's Side. 
 Tis Virtue not to be oblig'd at all ; 
 Or not conjpire our Benefactor's Fall. Dryd. Tyr. Love. 
 
 Truft repos'd in noble Natures 
 
 Obliges them the more. Dryd. Adlg. 
 
 I'll truft thee with my Life : on thofe foft Breails 
 Breathe out the choiceft Secrets of my Heart, 
 'Till I have nothing in it left but Love. Otw. Orph. 
 
 TRUTH. 
 
 Truth ftill is one j Truth is divinely bright ; 
 No cloudy Doubts obfcure her native Light. Rofc. 
 
 Truth ftamps Conviction in your ravifh'd Breaft ; 
 And Peace and Joy attend the glorious Gueft. Rofc. 
 
 The Dignity of Truth is loft 
 
 With much protefting. Johnf. Catil. 
 
 Truth, which it felf is Light, does Darknefs (hun 5 
 And the true Eaglet fafely dares the Sun. Dryd, 
 
 For Truth has fuch a Face, and fuch a Mien, 
 As to be lov'd needs only to be feen. Dryd. Hind. & Pantru 
 
 Hard are the Ways of Truth, and rough to walk ; 
 Smooth on the Tongue difcours'd, pleafingto th'Ear; 
 And tunable as fylvan Pipe or Song. Milt. Par. Reg. 
 
 No Mask, like open Truth, to cover Lies ; 
 And to go naked is the beft Difguife. Cong. Doub. Dealer. 
 
 She with no winding Turns the Truth conceal'd, 
 But put the Woman off, and flood reveal'd. Dryd. Bocc. 
 
 (Theod. & Hon. 
 
 TURTLE. 
 
 As when fome cruel Hind has born away 
 The Turtles Neit,^and made the Young his Prey, 
 Sad in her native Grove Che fits alone, (Fent. 
 
 There hangs her little Wings, and murmurs out her Moan. 
 
 Thus fome fad Turtle his loft Love deplores, 
 And with deep Murmurs fills the founding Shores. Pope. 
 
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 com red. Dryd. Amphit 
 
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 The Dove, that murmurs at her Mate's Neglect, 
 Bat counterfeits a Coynefs to be courted. Dryd. Amphit. 
 
 The Storm blown over, To the wanton Doves 
 Shake from their Plumes the Rain, and feek the Groves 
 Pair their glad Mates, and coo eternal Loves. 
 
 Lanfd.. Brit. Ench. 
 
 So two kind Turtles, wherva Storm is nigh, 
 
 Each calls his Mate to flielter in the Groves, 
 
 Leaving in Murmurs their unfinifh'd Loves : 
 
 3?erch'd on fome -dropping Branch they lit alone, ('Gran, p.i.^ 
 
 And.Goo, ' ancf hearken to each others Moan. Dryd.Conq. of 
 
 TWILIGHT. 
 
 A Light, 
 
 T^ar fcarce- diftinguifh'd Day from Night i 
 Such as in thick grown Shades is found, 
 When here and there a piercing Beam 
 Scatters faint fpangled Sunfhine on the Qround, 
 And carts about a melancholy Gleam. 
 
 TYLON. 
 
 A facred Man, a venerable Pried ! 
 His Wit, his Learning, Judgment, equal rife ; 
 Divinely humble, yet divinely wife : 
 He feem'd Exprefs on Heav'n's high Errand fent y 
 As Mofes meek, as. Aaron eloquent: 
 When he the facred Oracles reveai'd, 
 Our ravifh'd Souls, in blcfs'd Enchantments held, 
 Seem'd loft in Tranfports of immortal Bhfs : 
 Arm 5 d with cekrfrial Fire, his facred Darts 
 Glide thro' our Breafts, and melt- our yielding Hearts-: 
 > Southern Bretzes and the Spring's mild Ray, 
 Unbind the Glebe, and thaw the frozen Clav : 
 He triumph'd o'er ourSouls ;. and, at his Will, 
 
 this touch'd Paffion rife, and that be (till: 
 Lord of our PaiTions, he. with wond'rous Art, 
 Can ftrike the fecret Movements of our Heart} 
 "Releafe our Souls, and make them fuar above, 
 Wing'd with divine Deiires, and Flames of heav'nly Love. 
 
 Mac. Pr. Arth, 
 
 T Y P H OE U S. 
 
 Thus when the bold Typhceus fcal'd the Sky. 
 And foic'cJ great Jove from his own Keav'n to fly ; 
 
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 The letter Gods, that (har'd his profpYous State, 
 Ail fuftbr'd in rhe < Ml'd Thund'rer's Pace. Dryd. 
 Monftrous Typhceus thus new Ten ours fill, 
 He, who aiTail'd the Skies, 
 And now beneath the burning Hi I 
 
 Of dreadful ./Etna lies. 
 Hearing the Lyre's celeftial Sound, 
 He bellows in th' Abyfs profound ; 
 Sicilia trembles at his Roar, 
 Tremble the Seas, and far Campania's Shore j 
 While all his Hundred Mouths at once expire 
 Volumes of curling Smoke, and Floods of liquid Fire. Googp 
 
 Threat'ning, if loofen'd from his dire Abodes, 
 Again to challenge Jove, and fight the Gods. Add. Sil. Ital. 
 
 T TRA NT. 
 
 You make pour fclf abhorr'd for Cruelty ; 
 The Empire groans under your bloody Reign, 
 And its vail Body bleeds in ev'ry Vein. Dr. T*r. Cove. 
 
 When thou we: t form'd, Heav'n did a Man begin : 
 But the brute Soul by Chance was fhuffled in : 
 In Woods and Wilds thy Monarchy maintain, 
 Where valiant Bealls by Force and Rapine reign : 
 In Life's iitxt Scene, if Tranfmigration be, 
 Some Bear or Lion is referv'd for rhee. Dryd. Auren. 
 
 For this proud Man affects Imperial Sway, 
 Controlling Kings, and trampling on their State j 
 His Will is Law ; and what he wUls is Fate. 
 Command thy Slaves : my free-born Soul difdains. (Horn, 
 A Tyrant's Curb ; and, reft iff, breaks the Chains. Dryd. 
 
 _ Methinks I fee 
 
 Th'infulting Tyrant prancing o'er the Field, 
 
 Strow'd with Rome's Citizerfs, and drench'd in Slaughter; 
 
 His Horfes Hoofs wet with Patrimn Blood N ! 
 
 Oh Portius, is there nor fome chofen Curfe, 
 
 ►me hidden Thunder in cue Stores of Heav'n, 
 Red with uncommon Wratn, toblaftthe Man, 
 Who owes his Greatrefs to his Countrey*S Ruin: Add.Caro, • 
 
 -- ■ ■ - 'Tis an impious Grcatnefs, 
 And mix'd with too much Horrour to be envy'd. Add. Care. 
 
 Who was the Man ? Oblivion blaft his Name- 
 Torn out, and blotted from the Book of Fame ! 
 Who fond of lawlefs Rule, and proudly brave, 
 Firft funk the filial Subject, to a Slave : 
 His Neighbour's Realms by Frauds un-kingly gain'd ,• 
 in guilrkft Blood the facred Ermin ftain'd - } 
 
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 Laid Schemes for Death, to Slaughter tum'd his Heart, 
 And fitted Murder to the Rules of Art. Tickell. 
 
 Tyrants and Devils think all Pleafures vain, 
 But what are {till deriv'd from others Pain. D'Aven. 
 
 (Siege of Rhodes. 
 
 Tyrants dread all whom they raife high in Place, 
 From the Good, Danger j from the Bad, Difgrace : 
 They doubt the Lord's ; miftruft the People's Hate, 
 Till Blood become a Principle of State : 
 Secured not by their Guards, nor by their Right, 
 But ftill they fear, ev'n more than they affright. 
 Great Adts t'ambitious Princes Treafon grow, (David. 
 
 So much they hate that Safety which they owe. Cowl. 
 
 A Tyrant's Pow'r in Rigour is exprefs'd j 
 The Father yearns in a true Prince's Bread. Dryd. 
 
 -7— Tyranny, that favage brutal Pow'r, 
 Which not proteSs, but ftill devours Mankind. 
 
 — And this to Tyranny belongs, 
 
 To forget Service, but remember Wrongs. Denh. Sophy. 
 
 How has kind Heav'n adorn'd this happy Land, 
 And fcatter'd Bleflings with a wafteful Hand ! 
 But what avail her unexhaufted Stores, 
 Her blooming Mountains, and her funny Shores, 
 With all the Gifts that Heav'n and Earth impart, 
 The Smiles of Nature, and the Charms of Art, 
 While proud OpprefTion in her Valleys reigns, 
 And Tyranny ufurps her happy Plains ? 
 The poor Inhabitant beholds in vain 
 The redd'ning Orange and the fwelling Grain . 
 Joylefs he fees the growing Oils and Wines, 
 And in the Myrtle's fragrant Shade repines : 
 Starves in the Midft of Nature's Bounty curft, (of Italy. 
 And in the loaden Vineyard dies for Thirft. Add. Spoken 
 
 T Y R T ty£ U S. 
 
 When by Impulfe from Heav'n Tyrtaeus fung, 
 In drooping Soldiers a new Courage fprung: 
 Reviving Sparta now the Fight maintain'd ; 
 And, what two Gen'rals loft, a Poetgain'd j. 
 By fecret Influence of indulgent Skies, 
 Empire and Poefie together rife : 
 True Poets are the Guardians of a State j 
 And, when they fail, portend approaching Fate : 
 For that, which Rome to Conqueft did infpire, 
 Was not the Veftal, but the. Mufes, Fire : 
 
 HeaY'n 
 
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 Heav'n joins the BlefTmgs ; no declining Age 
 E'er felt the Raptures of poetick Rage. Rofc. 
 
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 VAGELLIUS. 
 
 Nigh live Vagellius, one reputed long 
 For Strength of Lungs and Pliancy of Tongue : 
 Which Way he pleafes, he can mould a Caufe : 
 The worft has Merits, and the beft has Flaws : 
 Five Guineas make a Criminal to-day ; 
 And ten to-morrow wipe the Stain away : 
 Whatever he affirms is undeny*d ; 
 Milo'sthe Lecher ; CldHius, th' Homicide; 
 Cato, pernicious ; Catiline, a Saint; 
 Or — fufpe&ed ; D — — innocent. Garth. 
 
 VA L E. 
 
 There lies a Vale 
 
 With Mountains pent, which {hady Woods furround; ^ 
 In this a rapid Torrent cleaves the Ground'; C 
 
 The rocky Cliffs repeat the murm'ring Sound. Laud.Virg. J 
 
 Lonely the Vale, and full of Horrour ftood, 
 Brown with the Shade of a religious Wood. Dryd. Chauc. 
 
 (The Wife of Bath's Tale. 
 
 The fpacious Vale rich Seas of waving Corn, 
 And lowing Herds and woolly Flocks adorn. Blac. Pr. Arth. 
 
 VALUE. 
 
 What's ought but as r tis valu'd ? 
 
 But Value dwells not in Opinion only ! 
 
 It holds the Dignity and Estimation, 
 
 As well, in what 'tis precious of it felf, 
 
 As in the Prizer: 'tis Idolatry (Cref 
 
 To make the Service greater than the God. Shak. Troil, & 
 
 VARIETY. 
 
 Variety's the Source of Joy below; 
 FronV which (rill frefh revolving Pleafures flow : 
 In Books and Love the Mind one End purfues, 
 And only Change th'expiring Flame renews. - 
 
 ■ For what's fo tweet in Love 
 
 As Change ? If you muft love, then love 
 
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 Like other Men : Love, like th' immortal Gods, 
 
 Variety, the Luxury of Love. Lanfd. Her. Love. 
 
 Shun vain Variety : 'Tis but Difeafe : 
 Wtak Appetites are ever hard to pleafe. — 
 
 VENICE. 
 
 Venice, whofe rival Tow'rs invade the Skies. 
 And from amid'ft the Waves with equal Glory l rfe* 
 Venetia ftands with endlefs B^autie^ crown'd ; 
 And, as a World, within her felt is found; 
 Hail Queen of Italy ! for Years to come, • 
 The mighty Rival of immortal Rome ! 
 Nations and Seas are in thy States enroll'd ; 
 And Kings among thy Citizens are fold : 
 Aufonia's brightclt Ornament! by thee 
 She fits a Sov'iaign, uninilav'd and free. 
 By thee, the rude Barbarian chas'd away, "i 
 
 The rifmg Sun chears with a purer Ray fSannaz. > 
 
 Our Weitern World ; and doubly gilds the Day. Add.j 
 
 V E NU S. 
 
 Sing, Mufe, the Force, and all-informing Fire 
 Of Cyprian Venus, Goddefs of Defire : 
 Her Charms th' immortal Minds -f Gods can move, 
 And tame the (tubborn Race of Men to Love. 
 The wilder Herds, and rav'nous Beads of Prey, 
 Her Influence feel, and own her kindly Sway. 
 Thro' pathlefs Air, and bound lefs Ocean's Space, 
 She rules the feather'd Kind, and finny Race: 
 Whole Nature on uer fole Support depends, 
 And, far as Life exiils, her Care extends. 
 With Eafe h.r Charms the Thunderer can bind, 
 And captivate with Love th'Almighty Mind: 
 Ev'n he, whofe duad Commands the Gods obey, 
 Submits to her, and owns fuperior Sway : 
 Enflav'd to mortal Beauties by her Pow'r, 
 He oft defcends, his Creatures to adore. 
 But Jove, at length with juft Refentment fir'd, 
 The laughing Queen her felf with Love infpir'd : 
 Swift thro' her Veins the fweet Contagion ran, 
 And kindled in her Bread Defire of mortal Man. 
 
 To Cyprus ftratt the wounded Goddefs flier. 
 Where Paphian Temples in her Honour rile, 
 Aid Altars fmoke with daily Sacrifice. 
 
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 Sdbn as arriv'd, flie to her Shrine repahr\l, 
 
 Where, ent'ring quick, the filming Gates Cnz barv'd 
 
 The ready Graces wait, her Baths prepare, 
 
 And oint with fragrant Oils, her flowing Hair ; 
 
 Her flowing Hair around her Shoulders fpreads, 
 
 And all adown Amb-ofial Odour fheds. 
 
 Lad, in tranfparent Robes her Limbs rhey fold, 
 
 Enrich'd with Ornaments of pureft Gold : 
 
 And ever as (he walk'd thro' Lawn or Wood, 
 
 Promifcucus Herds of Beafts admiring ftood ; 
 
 Some humbly follow, while fome, fawning, meet; 
 
 And lick the Ground, and crouch beneath her Feet. 
 
 Dogs, Lions, Wolves, and Bears, their Eyes unite, (Horn, 
 
 Anid the fwift Panther flops to gaze with fix'd Delight-. Con. 
 
 Thee, Venus, thee both Heav'n and Eaith obey, 
 Lmmenfe thy Pow'r, and boundlefs is thy Sway. Dr. Ovid. 
 Venus rules the God's above ; 
 Love rules them, and (he rules Love. Cong. 
 
 O Venus, Beauty of the Skies, 
 To whom a thouland Temples rife j, 
 Gaiiy falfe in gentle Smiles, 
 Full of Love- perplexing Wiles: 
 Defcend thou blight immortal Gueft, 
 
 In all thy radiant Charms canfeft. 
 
 O potent Queen, from Neptune's Empire fprimg,. 
 Whofe glorious Birth admiring Nereid's fttng : 
 Who 'midft the fragrant Plains of Cyprus rove, 
 And whofe bright Prefence gilds the Paphian Grove ; 
 Where to thy Name a thoufand Altars rife, 
 And frequent Clouds of Incenfe hide the Skies. Gay. 
 
 The Laughter-loving Dame. Wall. 
 
 The ftern Goddefsof fweet bitter Cares, 
 
 Who bows our Necks beneath her bl azen Yoke. Dr. Amph. 
 The Tyrant Queen of foft Deiires ! 
 She comes ! (he comes i fhe rufhes in my Veins ! 
 At once all Venus enters, and at large fhe reigns ! 
 
 Cyprus no more with her Abode is bleft: 
 I am her Palace, and her Throne my Breaif. Cong. Hor. 
 
 She comes, a< the bright Cyprian Goddefs moves, y 
 
 When loofe, and in her Chariot drawn by Doves, Ca'l. \ 
 
 She rides to meet the warlike God fhe loves. Otw. Don \ 
 
 Her Face refulgent, and majeftick Mien, (Horn. 
 
 Confefs'd the-Goddefs, Love's and Beauty's Queen. Cong. 
 
 So Venus moves, when to the Thunderer 
 In Smi:es or Tears (lie would fome Suit p.efer: 
 
 When, with her Ceftus girt, 
 
 And drawn by Doves, fhe curs the liquid Skies, 
 
 And kindles gende Fires where e'er (lie flies: To 
 
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 To ev'ry Eye a Goddefs is confefs'd ; -\ 
 
 By all the heav'nly Nation fhe is blefs'd ; (of Gran. p.2. £ 
 And each with fecret Joy admits her to his Breaft. Dryd. C. > 
 
 As when fweet Venus, fo the Fable Tings, 
 Awak'd by Nereids from the Ocean fprings ; 
 With Smiles fhe fees the threat'ning Billows rife j 
 Spreads fmoorh the Surge, and clears the louring Skies : 
 Light, o'er the Deep, with fluttering Cupids crown'd, 
 The pearly Conch and filver Turtles bound: 
 Her TreiTes fhed ambrofial Odours round. Tickell. 
 
 Court of VE NUS. 
 
 In the fam'd Cyprian Iile a Mountain ftands, 
 That cafts a Shadow into diftant Lands j 
 In vain Accefs of human Feet is try'd : 
 Its lofty Brow looks down with noble Pride. 
 On bounteous Nile, thro' fev'n wide Channels fpread, 
 And fees old Proteus in his oozy Bed. 
 Along its Sides no hoary Frofts prefume 
 To bfaft the Myrtle Shrubs or nip the Bloom : 
 The Winds with Caution fweep the rifing Flow'rs, 
 While balmy Dews defcend and vernal Show'rs. 
 The ruling Orbs no wint'ry Horrours bring; 
 Fix'd in th' Indulgence of eternal Spring ; 
 Unfading Sweets in purple Scenes appear, 
 And genial Breez.es foften all the Year : 
 The nice luxurious Soul, uncloy'd, may move, n 
 
 From Pleafures ftill to circling Pleafures rove ; J, 
 
 For endlefs Beauty kindles endlefs Love. X 
 
 The Mountain, when the Summit once you gain, 
 Falls by Degrees, and finks into a Plain : 
 Where the pleas'd Eye may ftow'ry Meads behold, 
 Inclos'd witn branching Ore, and hedg'd with Gold : 
 Or, where large Crops the gen'rous Glebe fupplies ; 
 And yellow Harvefts, unprovok'd, arife : 
 For, by mild Zephyrs fann'd, the teeming Soil 
 Yields ev'ry Grain ; nor asks the Peafants Toil. 
 
 A fylvan Scene, in folemn State difplay'd, 
 Flatters each feather'd Warbler with a Shade; 
 But here no Bird its painted Wings can move, 
 Unlefs eieded by the Queen of Love : 
 Ere made a Member of this tuneful Throng, 
 She hears the Songfter, and approves the Song. 
 The joyous Vigors hop from Spray^o Spray, 
 The Vanquifh'd fly with mournful Notes away. 
 
 Branches, in Branches twin'd,compofe the Grove j 
 And {hoot, and fpread, and bloflbm into Love : 
 
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 The trembling Palms their mutual Vows repeat, 
 
 And bending Poplars bending Poplars meet. 
 
 The diftant natanes feem to prefs more nigh, 
 
 And, to the lighing Alders, Alders ligh. 
 
 Blue Heav'ns above them fmile, and all below 
 
 Two murmVing Streams in wild Meanders flow. 
 
 This, mix'd with Gall, and that, like Honey, fwef r, 
 
 But ah ! too foon th' unfriendly Waters meet : 
 
 Steep'd in thefe Springs, if Verfe Belief can giin, 
 
 The Darts of LoVe their double Pow'r attain : 
 
 Hence all Mankind a bitter Sweet have found, 
 
 A painful Pleafure, and a grateful Wound. 
 
 Along the grafly Banks, in bright Array, 
 
 Ten thoufand little Loves their Wings difplay, 
 
 Quivers and Bows their ufual Sport proclaim ; 
 
 Their Drefs, their Stature, and their Looks, the farae : 
 
 Smiling in Innocence, and ever young, 
 
 And tender as the Nymphs from whom they fprung. 
 
 Here Love's imperial Pomp is fpread around ; 
 Voluptuous Liberty, that knows no Bound ; 
 And fudden Storms of Wrath, which foon decline, 
 And Midnight Watchings o'er the Fumes of Wine j 
 Unartful Tears ; and hectick Looks, that ftiow, 
 With lilent Eloquence, the Lover's Woe ; 
 Boldnefs unfledg'd, and to ftoll'n Raptures new, 
 Half trembling ftands, and fcarcely dares purfue. 
 Fears that delight, and anxious Doubts of Joy, 
 Which check our fwelling Hopes, but not deftroy ; 
 And fhort- breath'd Vows, forgot as foon as made. 
 On airy Pinions, flutter thro 11 the Glade : 
 Youth with a haughty Look and gay Attire, 
 And roiiling Eyes, that glow with foft Defire, 
 Shines forth, exalted on a pompous Seat, 
 While fallen Cares and wither'd Age retreat. 
 Now from afar the Palace feems to blaxe, 
 And hither would extend its golden Rays, 
 But by Reflection of the Grove is feen, 
 The Gold ftill vary'd by a waving Green. 
 Proud Columns, towring high, (upport the Frame, 
 That hewn from Hyacinthian Quarries came. 
 The Beams are Em'ralds, and yet fcarce adorn 
 The Ruby Walls on which themfelves are borne. 
 The Pavement rich with Veins of Agate lies, 
 And Steps, with fhining Jafper flipp'ry, rife. 
 
 Here Spices in Parterres promifcuous blow, 
 Not from Arabia's Fields more Odours flow : 
 The wanton Winds thro' Groves of Callia play, 
 And fteal the ripen'd Fragrancies away : The 
 
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 Here, with its Load the wild Amomum bends; 
 There Cinnamon in rival Sweets contends : 
 A rich Perfume the ravifh'd Senfes tills, 
 While from die weeping Tree the Balm diftills. 
 The Judgment of the Glafs i.s here unknown ; 
 Here Mirrours are fupply'd by ev'iy Stone : 
 Where-e'er the God^efs turns, her Image falls, ' 
 And a new Venus dances on the Walls. Eufd. Claud. 
 
 Ceftm or Girdle of V E N U S. 
 
 When thus the Laughter-loving Goddefs fpoke; 
 She took th'embroider'd Girdle from her Bead, 
 In which were woven foft feducing Charms, 
 Fond Love, and gay Deiires, and gentle Vows, 
 With, innocent Deceit, and toying l 5 lay : 
 Baits able to betray the wifeft Man. Br. Horn. 
 
 VERSE. 
 
 How does thy Verfe fubdue the lift'ning Ear! 
 Nor half fo fweet are midnight V* inds, that move 
 In drowfy Numbers o'er the waving Grove : 
 Nor dropping Waters, that in Grots diftil, 
 And with a tinkling Sound their Caverns fill. Phil. 
 
 What Preient worth thy Verfe can Mopfus find'? 
 Not the foft Whifpers of the Southern Wind 
 So much delight my Ear, or charm my Mind ; 
 Not (bunding Shores, beat by the murm'ring Tide, 
 Nor Rivers that thro' ftony Valleys glide. Duke. Virg. 
 
 Such, divine Poet, to my ravifh'd Ears 
 Are the fweet Numbers of thy mournful Verfe, 
 As to rir'd Swains foft Slumbers on the Grafs ; 
 As freflieft Springs, that thro' green M adows pafs, 
 To one that's parch' d with Thirft, and Summer's Heat. 
 
 Duke. Vi.g. 
 
 VERTUMNUS. 
 
 Vertumnus varies ev'ry Shape with Ea(e, 
 And tries all Forms that may Pomona pleafe. Pope. Ovid. 
 
 But moft Vertumnus did his Love profefs, 
 With greater Paflion, but with like Succefs. 
 To gain her Sight a thoufand Forms he wears; 
 And firft a Reaper from the Field appears : 
 Sweating he walks, while Loads of golden Grain 
 O'ercharge the Shoulders of the feeming Swain i 
 
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 Oft o'er his Back a crooked Scythe is laid, 
 
 And Wrearhs of Hav his Sun-burnt Temples (hade : 
 
 Oft in his harden'd Hand a Goad he bears, 
 
 Like one, who late unyok'd the fweati ig Steers: 
 
 Sometimes his pruning Hook corrects the Vines, 
 
 And the loofe Stragglers to their Ranks confines-. 
 
 Now, gathYing wtiar the bounteous Year allows, 
 
 He pulls ripe Apples from the bending Boughs. 
 
 A Soldier, now, he with his Swoid appears j 
 
 A Fifher, next, his trembling Angle bears. 
 
 Each Shape h.e varies, anJ each Art he tries, 
 
 On her bright Charms to feafi his longing Eyes. 
 
 A Female Form at lair. Verturonus wears; 
 
 With all the Marks of rev'rend Age appears, 
 
 His Temples thinly fpread with filver Hairs : 
 
 Prop'd on his Staff, and (looping as he g^es, 
 
 A painted Mitre- ftiades his furrow'd Br jws. Pope. Ovid. 
 
 VESTA. 
 
 The third celeftial Pow'r, averfe to Love, 
 Is Virgin Vefla, dear to mighty Jove : 
 Her Neprune fought to wed, and Phcebus woo'd; 
 And both, with fruitlcTs Labour, long purfu'd : 
 For (he, feverely chafte, rejected both, 
 And bound her Purpofe with a folemn Oath, 
 A Virgin Life inviolate to lead: 
 She fwore ; and Jove, aiTenting, bow*d his Head. 
 Bur fwee her rigid Choice the joys deny'd } 
 
 Of nuptial Rites, and Bkfimgs of a Bride, > 
 
 The bounteous Jove with Gifts that Wantfupply'd. ^ 
 
 High on a Throne fhc iits amid ft the Skies, 
 And firft is fed with Fumes of Sacrifice 5 
 For holy Rites to Vefla fr.ft are pay'd, ") 
 
 And on her Altar Firft fruit OfF'rings laid ; > 
 
 So Jove ordain'd in Honour of the Maid. Cong. Hum. j 
 
 V I C E. 
 
 Vice, like fomc MoniTer, fufPring none to Tcape,. 
 Has fe'rz,*d the Town, and varies ftiii her Shape: 
 Here, like a General, fheff/urs in Stare, 
 While -C-owds in Red and Blue her Orders wait: 
 There, like fome penfrve Srarefman. walks demure, 
 And fmiles, and hugs, to make Defrruttion fure : 
 Now, under high Commodes, with Looks ere&, 
 Barefac'd devours in gawdy C lours deck'd : 
 
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 Then, in a Vizard, to avoid Grimace, 
 Allow? all Freedom, but to fee the Face : 
 In Pulpits, and at Bar, the wears a Gown, 
 In Camps a Sword, in Palaces a Crown. Lanfd. 
 
 Nothing. Tuits worfe with Vice than Want of Scnfe: 
 Fools are ltill wicked at their own Expence. Roch. 
 
 VICIS SITU D E. 
 
 What is our Blifs, that changes with the Moon ? 
 And Day of Life, that darkens ere 'tis Noon ? Prior. 
 
 Vain Hopes, and empty }oys of human Kind ! 
 Proud of the Prefent, to the Future blind! Dryd. Bocc. 
 
 (Cym. 6c Iphig. 
 Oh frail Eftate of humane Things, 
 And flipp'ry Hopes below ! 
 Now to our Cort your Emptinefs we know; 
 
 For 'tis a Leflbn dearly bought, 
 AfTurance here is never to be fought. Dryd. 
 
 To day a Conquerour, and to night a Slave ! (Conq. 
 
 How fhort the Space between thefe vaft Extreams ! Hig. G. 
 
 Revolving Time, Shifts Scenes of Toil and Fate, 
 And in a Night fwells grov'iing Mortals great: 
 Others, her fcorn, from Fortune's Height caft down, 
 Again more glorious mount the fteady Throne. Laud.Virg. 
 
 Think on the flipp'ry State of human Things, 
 The ftrange Viciflitudes, andfudd^in Turns 
 Of War, and Fate recoiling on the Proud, 
 To crufh a mercilefs and cruel Vi&or: 
 Think there are Bounds of Fortune, fct above, 
 Periods of Time, and Progrefs ofSuccefs, 
 Which none can flop before th' appointed Limits, 
 And none can pufh beyond. Dryd. Love Triump. 
 
 Oh difmal Change! Nothing is conftant found : (Nero. 
 The Gods, with Whirlwinds, drive our Fortunes round.Lee. 
 
 Oh ! why has Fate malicioufly decreed, 
 That greatefr Bletfings muft by Turns fuccced ? Stepn. 
 
 Things at the Worft willceafej or elfe climb upwards 
 To what they were before. » ■ Shak. Macb. 
 
 VIC TIM. 
 
 Thus the gay Viftim, with frefh Garlands crown'd, 
 Pleas'd with the facred Fife's enliv'ning Sound, 
 Thro' gazing Crowds in folemn State proceeds ; (Dift.Moth. 
 And, drefs'd in fatal Pomp, magnificently bleeds. Phill. 
 
 yJCTQRT. 
 
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 v i c r o r r. 
 
 As when two Scales are charg'd with doubtful Loads, 
 From Side to Side the trembling Balance nods ; 
 Till pois'd aloft, the refting Beam fufpends 
 Each equal Weight; nor this, not that defcends ! 
 So Conqueft, loth for either to declare, 
 Levels her Wings ; and, hov'ring, hangs in Air. Pope.Horrt. 
 
 But Victory not always is entail'd: 
 The Wife their Conduct lofe ; the Strong their Force : 
 'Tis Heav'n alone the Fate of Empire weighs ; 
 Whofe Pow'r, refiftlefs by all human Force, 
 Derides our Prudence, and our (hallow Forelight, 
 By interpoling the minuted Accidents, 
 Unthoughr of, unforefeen by Man's dim Eyes, 
 Tears from the Victor what he thought fecure, 
 And turns the Fare of Battel. Hig. Gen. Conq. 
 
 Ev'n Victors are by Victories undone : *J 
 
 Thus Hannibal, who foreign Laurels won, J» 
 
 To Carthage was recall'd, roo late to keep his own.Dryd. J 
 
 VILLAIN. 
 
 Hell's greateft Matters all their Skill combin'd, 
 To form and cultivate fo fierce a Mind : 
 A finifh'd Monfter form'd without a Fault : 
 No Flaw of Goodnefs, no deforming Vein, 
 Or ftreak of Virtue did their Offspring (tain. Blac. K.. Arth. 
 
 Inexorable Hatred, Pride unmix'd, 
 Defp'rate Revenge, and Malice deeply nVd, 
 With Wrath, from ev'ry Stain of Love refin'd, 
 Reign uncontroul'd in his invenom'd Mind. Blac. K. Arth. 
 
 Sure there was never any great Thing yet 
 Afpir'd to, but by Violence and Fraud : 
 And, he that (ticks, for Folly of a Confcience, 
 To reach it, is a good religious Fool ; * 
 A fuper(titious Slave, and fure to die a Beaft. John. Cat. 
 
 Th* original Villain fure no God created j 
 He was a Baftard of the Sun by Nile, 
 Ap'd into Man, with all his Mother's Mud 
 Crufted about his Soul. — Dryd. All for Love. 
 
 A Villain when he mod feems kind, 
 
 Is mod to be fufpe&ed. Lanfd. Jew. of Ven. 
 
 'Tis Punifliment enough to be a Villain. Rowe. Tamerl. 
 
 The Villain's Confcience is his greateft Pain. Hig.G.Conq. 
 
 FINE. 
 
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 VINE. 
 
 Sweet Offspring of the Ground, 
 With heav'nly Nectar yearly crown'd ! Rofc. 
 
 See, how the tender Ringlets of the Vine, 
 Around the cluft'ring Fruit, their greener Curls entwine. 
 
 See Grapes in Clutters imitating Gold : 
 Some blufhing Bunches of a purple Hue. Dryd. Ovid. 
 
 Rathe ripe are fome, andfome of later Kind 5 
 Of golden fome, and fome of purple Rind. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 Now teach thy feeble Rows 
 
 To mount on Reeds, and Wands 5 and, upward led, 
 
 On afhen Poles to raife their forky Head : 
 
 On thefe new Crutches let them learn ro walk, 
 
 'Till, fwerving upward with a ftronger Stalk, 
 
 They brave the Winds ; and, clinging to their Guide, 
 
 On Tops of Elms at Length triumphant ride, Dryd. Virg. 
 
 The Vine will cling, while the tall Poplar ftands ; 
 But, that cut down, creeps to the next Support, 
 And twines as clofely there. Dryd. D. Seb« 
 
 An Elm was near, to whofe Embraces led, 
 The curling Vine her fwelling Clufters fpread : 
 He vievv'd their twining Branches with Delight, 
 And prais'd the Beauty of the pleating Sight : 
 Yet this tall Elm, but for his Vine, he faid, 
 Had flood neglected, and a barren Shade : 
 And this fair Vine, but that her Arms furround 
 Her marry'd Elm, had crept along the Ground : 
 Ah beauteous Maid, let this Example move 
 Your Mind, averfe from all the Joys of Love. Pope. Ovid. 
 
 VIRGIL. 
 
 The Mantuan Swan, Virgil the Wife, 
 
 Whole Verfe walks nigbelt, but not flies : 
 
 Who brought green Poefy to her perfect Age ; 
 
 And made that Art, which was but Rage. Cowl. 
 
 Th' /Enean Mufe, when fhe appears in State, 
 Makes all Jove's Thunder on her Verfes wait: 
 But writes fometimes as foftand moving Things, 
 As Venus fpeaks, or Philomela tings. Rofc. 
 
 How many Ages lince lias Virgil writ ? 
 How few are they who tindcrftand him yet ? 
 Approach his Altars with religious Fear ; 
 No vulgar Deity inhabits there ; • > 
 Heav'n fhakes not more at Jove's imperial Nod, 
 Than Poets (hou'd before their Mantuan God, Ha^. 
 
But I defire to live a Virgin Life ; 
 Nor know the Name of Mother, or of Wife : 
 Like Death, thou know 'it, I loath the nuptial State j 
 And Man, the Tyrant of our Sex, I bate, 
 
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 Hail mighty Maro ! May that facred Name 
 
 Kindle my Breaft with thy Celellial Flame! 
 
 Sublime Ideas, and apt Words infufe ! 
 
 The Mufe inftruS my Verfe,and thou infpire my MufelRofo 
 
 VIRGIN. 
 
 Vife: 
 
 I 
 
 A lowly Servant, but a lofty Mate : > 
 
 Where Love is Duty on the female Side; 
 On theirs, meer fenfual Guft, and fought with furly Pride. 
 
 (Dryd. Chauc.Pal.ScArc. 
 
 A Maid I am, and of thy Virgin-Train : 
 Oh, let me ftill that fpotlefs Name retain ! 
 Frequent the Forefts ; thy chafte Will obey ; (Pal. & Arc. 
 And only make the Beafts of Chace my Prey ! Dr. Chauc. 
 
 All white, a Virgin Saint, fhe fought the Skies j 
 For Marriage, tho' it fellies not, it dies. Dryd. 
 
 As fome fair Plant, that in a Garden's rear'd, 
 Safe from the pinching Plough, and trampling Herd 
 Whilft yet the Sun's mild Rays and gentle Show'rs, 
 And fanning Winds refrefh its op'ning Flow 'is, 
 The Eyes of ev'ry Youth, and ev'ry Maid alhv.es : 
 Torn from the Stalk, the tender Bioflbms fade, 
 Defpis'd by ev'ry Youth and ev'ry Maid : 
 So, while her Virgin Bloom adorns the Fair, 
 By all fhe's courted, and to all (he's dear : 
 But, when her faded Chattity is gone, 
 By none {he's courted, is belov'd by none. 
 
 V IK TU E. 
 
 Bled Virtue, whofe almighty fow'r 
 Does to our fallen Race reltore. 
 All that in Paradife we loll, and more : 
 Sure Card, by which this frail and rott'ring Bark we fteer, 
 Thro' Life's tempeftuous Ocean here, 
 Thro' all the routing Waves of Fear, 
 And dang'rous Rocks of black Defpair. 
 Safe in thy Conduct, unconcern'd we move, 
 Secure from all the thieat'ning Storms that blow, 
 
 From ail th' Attacks of Chance below, 
 And reach the certain Haven of Felicity above. 
 Bed Miftrefs of our Souls! whofe Charms and Beauties la;i, 
 
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 And are by very Age increas'd, 
 By which all other Glories are defac'd. 
 Grant me, O Virtue, thy moft folid, lafting Joy : 
 Grant me the Pleasures of the Mind j 
 Pleafures, which only in purfuit of thee we find ; 
 
 Which Fortune cannot mar, nor Chance deftroy, 
 fjrant me but this, how will I triumph in my happy State ! 
 Above the Changes and Reverfe of Fate, 
 Above her Favours, and her Hate. 
 One Moment in thy bleft Enjoyment is 
 Worth an Eternity of that tumultuous Blifs, 
 
 Which we derive from Senfe, 
 Which often cloys, and mud refign to Impotence. Oldh. 
 
 O give me Virtue then, which Turns up all, 
 Aid hrmly ftands, when Crowns and Sceptres fall.Orinda. 
 ■- ■ By Virtue Men are great, (Virg. 
 
 Which fpreads their Fame beyond the Reach of Fate. Laud. 
 
 Virtue's a Joy, that will for ever laft ; 
 It makes pale Death lefs terrible appear, 
 Takes out his baneful Sting, and palliates our Fear. Rofc. 
 The Gods a Guard for Virtue ftill provide. Sedl.Ant.8c C. 
 
 Then why fhou'd Virtue fear, 
 
 When with their murd'ring Shafts the Gods appear : 
 Guilt, tremble thou, when Heav'ns wing'd Vengeance flies 
 Thro' frighted Cities ; or when Storms avife. D'Aven.Cinre. 
 
 How few cou'd follow thofe ftri& Rules they gave ! 
 For human Life will human Frailties have j 
 And Love of Virtue is but barren Praife, 
 Airy as Fame ; not ftrong enough to raife. 
 The Actions of the Soul above the Senfe. 
 Virtue grows cold without a Recompencc. Dryd. Tyr.Love 
 
 A fettled Virtue 
 
 Makes it felf a Judge, and, fatisfy'd within j 
 
 Smiles at that common Enemy, the World : 
 
 I am no more afraid of flying Cenfures, (Riv. Lad. 
 
 Than Heav'n of being fir'd with mounting Sparkles. Dryd. 
 
 Good Deeds their Worth and Value have from hence, 
 They their own Glory are and Recompence. Otw. Alcibiad. 
 
 The virtuous nothing fear, but Life with Shame, 
 And Death's a pleafant Road, that leads to Fame. Lanfd. 
 
 My Virtue, which I ferv'd, is but a Name 5 
 Since it betrays me to this publick Shame. 
 
 Virtue's no God, i!or has (he Pow'r divine; 
 But he protects it, who did firfr enjoin.Dr. Con.of Gran.p.2. 
 
 — - ■ ■ ■■ Let Mortals learn. 
 When in obedience to the Gods they tread 
 The doubtful Paths of Deft'ny, to affront 
 
 3 The 
 
V I 929 
 
 The dreadful'it Dangers with a dauntiefs Spirit : 
 
 Let 'em nor, ev'n in worft Extreams, defpair; 
 
 For, while they keep to virtue's narrow Paths, 
 
 With Guards invincible they march furrounded : 
 
 The Gods, who furely guide them on the Way, 1 
 
 From them no more than from themfelves can (tray ; 4 
 
 For Virtue's of Divinity a Ray. Den. Iphig. £ 
 
 But living Virtue, all Atchievments pail:, 
 Finds Envy ftill to grapple with at lalt. W*all.. 
 
 Is Virtue then 
 
 Given to make us wretched ? Ah ! fad Portion 1 
 Fatal to all that have thee ! fiiunn'd on Earth, 
 Deprefs'd, and fhewn but in leveretl. Trials, 
 Condemned to Solitude, then fhining moft 
 When black Ubfcurity furrounds : poor, poor, 
 But ever beautiful ! Lanfd. Her. Love. 
 
 Strong Virtue, like ftrong Nature, ftruggles ftill, 
 Exerts itfelf, and then throws off the 111. Dryd. Auren. 
 
 O purfue, 
 
 Purfue the facred Counfels of your Soul, 
 
 Which urge you on to Virtue : let not Danger, 
 
 Nor the incumb'ring World make faint your Purpofe t 
 
 Aflifting Angels fhall conduit your Steps j (Shore. 
 
 Bring you to Blifs, and crown your End with Peace Rowe.f, 
 
 To civilize the rude unpolifh'd World, 
 And lay it under the Reftraint of Laws : 
 To make Man mild, and fociable to Man ; 
 To cultivate the wild licentious Savage, 
 With Wifdom, Difcipline, and lib ral Arts, 
 Th' Embellishments of Life : Virtues, likethefe, 
 Make human Nature fhine, reform the Soul, 
 And break the fierce Birbarians into Man. Add. Cato. 
 
 Virtue, that fcorns on Coward's Terms to pleaie, 
 Or cheaply ro be bought, or won with Eafe : 
 But then (he joys, then {miles upon her State, -y 
 
 Then faireft to her felf, then molt complcat, C 
 
 When glorious Danger makes her truly great. Rowe.Luc. > 
 
 This Virtue is the Wealth, which Tyrants want. Dryd. 
 
 (Span. Fryar. 
 
 'Tis Virtue to repent a vicious Deed. E. of Mulg. Ovid, 
 
 Virtues, when covered molt, are mod reveal'd. Eufd. 
 
 And fuperftitious Virtue turns to Vice. Rofc. 
 
 Virtue's no Slave of Man : no Sex confines the Soul. Dryd. 
 
 ( Auren, 
 
 O Aurenge-zebe ! thy Virtues fhine too bright : 
 They tia.'h too fierce : I, like the Bird of Night, 
 Shut my dull Eyes, and iicken at the Sight. Dryd. Auren. 
 
 trol.z.\ Sf Thy 
 
1 
 
 5>jo V O 
 
 Thy Virtues fhine, but fo as ro be borne, 
 Clear as the Sun, and gentle as the Mom. Lee. 
 
 — „ — O I know him 
 Fierce in the Right, and obftinately eood : 
 When round beiet, his Virtue, like a Flood, 
 Breaks with refidlefs Force th' oppofing Dams, 
 And bears the Mounds along ; they're hurry'd on, (& Hip. 
 And fwell the Torrent they were rais'd to ftop. Sm. Phaed. 
 
 A noble Temper fhines ev'n thro' his Faults, 
 And gilds them into Virtues. Dryd. Love Triump. 
 
 The Heav'ns have Clouds 5 and Spots are in the Moon : 
 But faultlefs Virtue (nines in her alone. How. Ind. Queen. 
 
 To what a Height of Arrogance me fwells ! 
 Pride, or ill Nature, ftill with Virtue dwells. Dr. Tyr. Love. 
 
 UMBRA. 
 
 Nor mud we the obfequious Umbra fpare, 
 Who, foft by Nature, yet declav'd for War: 
 Bur, when fome Rival Pow'r invades a Right, 
 Flies fet on Flies, and Turtles Turtles fight : 
 Elfe courteous Umbra, to the lad had been 
 Demurely meek, infipidly ferene: 
 With him the Prefent ftill fome Virtues have ; 
 The Vain are fprightly ; and the Stupid, grave ; 
 The Slothful, negligent ; the Foppifh, neat ; 
 The Lewd are airy, and the Sly, difcreet : 
 A Wren's an Eagle - y a Baboon, a Beau ; 
 C aLycurgusj and a Phocion, R . Garth. 
 
 VOICE. 
 
 There's wond'rous Mufick in thy Voice : The Story 
 Of Orpheus, which appears fo bold a Fidion, 
 Was prophecy'd of Thee : thy Voice has tam'd 
 The Tigers and the Lions of my Soul. Denh. Sophy. 
 
 Thy Voice, like fad, but pleating, Mufick, flew : 
 Like dying Swans, 'twas fweer and fatal too. Lee. Sophon. 
 
 O Charm me with the Mufick of thy Tongue ! 
 I'm ne'er fo bled, as when I hear thy Vows, 
 And liften to the Language of thy Heart. Otw. Orph. 
 
 That Voice was wont to come in gentle Whifpers, 
 And fill my Ears with the foft Breath of Love. Otw.V.Pref. 
 
 Methought I heard a Voice, 
 Sweet as the Shepherd's Pipe upon the Mountains, 
 When all his little Flock's at feed before him. Otw. Orph. 
 
 His 
 
V O 9?r 
 
 His Voice is foft as is the upper Air, 
 Or dying Lovers Words. Dryd. Riv. Lad. 
 
 Methought I heard a Voice, 
 Now roaring like the Ocean, when the Winds 
 Fight with the Waves; now in a ftill fmall Tone 
 Your dying Accents fell, as wrecking Ships, 
 After the dreadful Yell, link murm'ring down, 
 And bubble up a Noifs. Lee. OEdip. 
 
 > talks of dying in a Voice fo fweet, 
 That Life's in love with it ? -— Otw. Orph. 
 
 There's Heav'n ftill in thy Voice, but that's a Sign 
 e's departing $ for |hj better Angel 
 Still makes the Woman's fongue his nfing Ground, 
 Wags there a while, and takes his Flight for ever. Dryd* 
 
 (Duke of Guife. 
 
 His Voice Attention, ftill as Midnight, draw ; 
 His Voice move gentle than the Summers Breeze, 
 That mildly Vhifpers thro' the waving Trees ; 
 Soft as the Nightingales complaining Song ; 
 Or murm'ring Currents, as they roul along. • 
 
 O were my Voice a Trumpet loud as Fame, 
 To reach the Round of Heav'n, and Earth, and Sea, 
 All Nations fhou'd be fummon'd to this Place. Dr. D. Seb. 
 
 V I T U R E. 
 
 In his gay Thoughts the Lcves and Graces fliine, 
 And all the Wrireflives in ev'ry Line: 
 His eafy Art may happy Nature feem ; 
 Tiifies themieLves are elegant in him. 
 Sure to charm ail was his peculiar Fate, • 
 Who without Flatf'ry pleas'd the Fair and Great : 
 Still with Efteem no lefs convers ! d than read; 
 With Wit weil-natur'd, and witli Books well-bred: 
 His Heart, his Miftrefs and his Friend did (bans •> 
 His Time, the Mufe. the Witty, and the Fair: 
 Thus, wifely carelefs, innocently gay, 
 Chearfnl, he play'd the Trifle, Life, away, 
 'Till Death, frarcefeit, did o'er his Pleafures creep, 
 As fmiling Infants {port themfelves to deep : 
 Ev'n Rival Wits did Voirure's Fate deploe, 
 And the Gay moui-n'd. who never mournVi before : 
 The crueft Hearts for Voiruve heav'd with Sighs, 
 Voiture was wept by 'all the brightest Eyes :~ 
 The Smiles and Loves had dy'd in Voitnre's Death, 
 But th-t for ever in his Lines they breathe. Pope. 
 
9*2 U P 
 
 Let rhe ftricT: Life of graver Mortals be 
 A long, exaft, and feiious Comedy : 
 In ev'i y Scene fome Moral let it teach, 
 And, if it can, at once both pleafe and preach: 
 Let mine, like Voiture's, a gay Force appear, 
 And more diverting ftill than regular ; 
 Have Humour, Wit, a native Eafe and Grace; 
 No Matter for the Rules of Time and Place: 
 Criticks in Wit, or Life, are hard to pleafe : 
 Few write to thofe, and none can live to thefe. Pope, 
 
 UPBRAIDING. 
 
 ■ ■ ■' ■ Fly, be gone, 
 And hide thee where bright Virtue never (hone : 
 The Day will fhun thee ; nay, the Stars, that view 
 Mi'chiefs and Murders, Deeds to thee not new, 
 Will ftart at this.— - Lee. Alex. 
 
 What's Life without your Honour ? 
 
 Could you transform your felf into a Gorgon, 
 
 Or make that beardlefs Face like Jupiter's, 
 
 I wou'd be heard in fpite of all your Thunder : 
 
 O Pow'r of Guilt ! you fear to ftand the Teft 
 
 "Which Virtue brings: like Sores, your Vices fhake 
 
 Before this Roman Healer : but, if you be not 
 
 Quite dead with Sleep, forever loft to Honour, 
 
 Before I go, I'll rip the Malady ; 
 
 I'll let the Venom flow before your Eyes, 
 
 And lafh you with keen Words from laz.y Love.Lee.Theod , 
 
 I wou'd but fhake him, 
 
 Rowze him a little from this Death of Honour, 
 And fhew him what he fhou'd be.—— Lee. Theod. 
 
 O Emperour ! Thou Picture of a Glory ! 
 Thou mangled Figure of a ruin'd Greatnefs ! 
 O thou royal Villany, 
 
 In Purple dipt to give a Glofs to Mifchief I 
 Yet, ere thy Death enriches my Revenge, 
 And fwells the Book of Fate, thou itatelier Madman, 
 Plac'd by the Gods upon a Precipice, 
 
 To make thy Fall more dreadful 5 
 
 Bv all th' immortal Gods, I will awake thee ; 
 I'll rowze thee, Caefar, if ftrong Reafon can j 
 If thou had'ft ever Senfe of Roman Honour, 
 Or the Imperial Genius ever warm'd thee, 
 Why haft thou us'd me thus for ail my Service, 
 My Toils, my Fights, my Wounds in horrid War ? 
 Why did'ft thou tear the only Garland from me, 
 
 That 
 
U P 
 
 f 5 
 
 That cou'd make proud my Conqucih ? Roch. Valenr. 
 (Spoken by Maximus to Valentinian, 
 
 A thoufand Nights have bruOi'd their balmy Wings 
 Over thefe Eyes, out ever, when they clos'd, 
 Thy Tyrant Image fore'd 'em ope again, 
 And dry'd the Dews they brought. — ■ Dryd. D. Seb, 
 
 Tyrant ! fit irks me fo to call my Prince) 
 But juft Refentment and hard Ufage coin'd 
 Th* unwilling Word, and, grating as it is, 
 Take it, for 'tis thy due. - Dryd. D. Seb. 
 
 If I'm a Traytor, think and blufh, thou Tyrant, 
 Whofe Injuries betray'd me into Treafon, 
 Effac'd my Loyalty, unhing'd my Faith, 
 And hurry'd me from Hopes of Heav'n to Hell, 
 All thefe, and all my yet unfinifh*d Crimes, 
 When I (hall rife to plead before the Skies, 
 I charge on thee,to make thy Damning fure. Dr. D. Seb. 
 
 I ferv'd thee fifteen hard Campaigns 
 And pitch 'd thy Standard in thefe foreign Fields, 
 By me thy Greatnefs grew ; thy Years grew with ir, 
 But thy Ingratitude outgrew them both Dryd. D. Seb. 
 
 Thou haft loft thy Honour ! Oh, had'ft thou dy'd 
 Ten thoufand Deaths, ere blafted Gallon's Glory ! 
 Grillon, that fav'd thee from a barb'rous World, 
 Where thou had'ft ftarv'd or fold thy felf for Bread, 
 Took thee into his Bofom , fofter'd thee 
 As his own Soul, and laid thee in his Heart-ft rings. 
 And now for all my Cares to ferve me thus! 
 It wrings the iron Tears from Grillon's Heart, 
 And melts me to a Babe. Dryd. Duke of Guile-. 
 
 « ■ O Woman in Perfection ! 
 Thou daz.Hng Mixture of ten thoufand Circes, 
 In one bright Heap caft by fome huddling God. Lee.C«f.B. 
 
 — Thou ! I want a Name 
 By which to ftyle thee: All articulate Sounds, 
 That do exprefs the Mifchief of vile Woman, 
 That are, or have been, or (hall be, are weak 
 To fpeak thee to the Height. Beaum. Doub. Man*. 
 
 Are there not Poifons, Flames, and Racks, and S.vords, 
 That Emma thus muft die by Henry's Words ? 
 Put what could Swords or Poifons, Racks or Flame, 1 
 
 But mangle and disjoint this brittle Frame ? S 
 
 More fatal Henry's Words, they murder Emma's Fame. S 
 And fall thefe Sayings from that gentle Tongue, 
 Where civil Speech and foft Perfuafion hung; 
 Whofe artful Sweetnefs and harmonious Strain 
 Courting my Grace, yet courting it in vain, 
 
 S f 3 - CallM 
 
9U U B 
 
 Call'd Sighs and Teas, and Wifhes to its Aid ; •} 
 
 And, whilft it Henry's glowing Flame convey'd, J 
 
 Still blam'd the Coldnefs of the Nut-brown 'Maid ? Prior. J 
 
 Are we in Life thro* one great Errour led ? 
 Is each Man perjur'd, and each Nymph betray'd ? 
 Of the fuperiour Sex art thou the worft ? 
 And I of mine the moft compleatly curft ? 
 Yet thou forfworn, thou cruel, as thou art, 
 If Emma's Image ever touch'd thy Heart, 
 Thou fure mull give one Thought, and drop one Tear, 
 To her, whom Love abandon'd to defpair - y 
 To her, who. dying, on the wounded Stone *J 
 
 Bid it in lading Characters be known, > 
 
 That of Mankind &e lov'd but thee alone. Prior. J 
 
 Could I believe thee? Could 1 thinfc. thee true ? 
 But, O thou Siren, I will ftop my Ears 
 To thy enchanting Notes : the Winds (hall bear 
 Upon their Wings thy Words more light than they. Dry J. 
 
 ^ (Troll. &Crefr. 
 
 I take the Gods to witnefs, with more Sorrow 
 And more Vexation hear 1 thefe Reproaches, (Valenr, 
 
 Than were my Life dropt from methro'anHour-Glafs.Roch. 
 
 You have your felf your Rindnefs overpay'd : 
 He ceafes to oblige, who can upbraid. Pryd. State of Inn.. 
 
 Ev'n Benefits, upbraided, are diffolv'd. Hig. Gen. Conq. 
 
 USURPER, 
 
 Right I have none : 
 
 Tis Force alone mud justify the Deed : (Cym. & Ipliig. 
 Then let the Lofers talk in vain of Right. Dryd. Bocc. 
 
 ■ i If I thought my Soul 
 Of Kin to thine, foon wou'd I rend my Bearcfhings, 
 And tear out that Alliance: But thou, Viper, 
 Haft cancell'd Kindred ; made a Rent in Nature j 
 And thro' her holy Bowels gnaw'd thy Way 
 Thro' thy own Blood to Empire. Dryd. D. Seb. 
 
 — ■■ The Queen has in her Chapel 
 All Night devoutly watch'd, and bribd the Gods 
 
 With Vows for her Deliverance. 
 
 ; — O Alphonfo, 
 
 I fear they come too late : her Father's Crimes 
 
 Hang heavy on her, and weigh down her Pray'rs: 
 
 A Crown ufurp'd ! a lawful Kingdcpos'd ! 
 
 In Bondage held, debarr'd the common Light ! 
 
 His Children murder'd, and his Friends deftroy'd ! 
 
 What can we lefs expeft than what we feci ? 
 
 And what v/e fear will follow,— — — Avert 
 
V U 9 jf 
 
 Avert it, Heav'n ! 
 
 Then Heav'n muft not be Heav'n, judge th' Events 
 By what has pafs'd. Th' Ufurper joy'd not long 
 His ill-got Pow'r : 'ris true, he dy'd in Peace : 
 Unriddle that, yt Pow'rs ! Dryd. Span. Fry. 
 
 For impious Greatnefs Vengeance is in Store : 
 Short is the Date of all ill-gotten Pow'r. Lanfd. 
 
 Kings, who did Crowns unjultiy get, 
 In Hell on burning Thrones are fet : 
 And oh ! uneatily their Crowns they wear, 
 And their own Guilt amidlr, ther Guards, they fear: 
 Cares, when tiiey wake, their Minds unquiet keep, 
 And Ghofts in VV.ions lord it o'er their Sleep. Dr. Tern. 
 
 How hardly can Ufurpers manage well 
 Thofe.whcm they firit inltrufted to rebel ! Dr. Hind. 2c Pant, 
 
 'Tis greater to reftore, than to ufurp, a Crown. Cowl. 
 
 V U L C A N. 
 
 Not lefs concern'd, nor at a later Hour, 
 Rofe from his downy Couch the forging Pow'r. Dr. Virg. 
 
 The limping Smith obferv'd the fadden'd Feaft, 
 And, hopping here and there, himfelf a Jed, 
 Put in his Word; then crown'daBowl unbid: 
 The laughing Ne&ar overlook'd the Lid : 
 At Vulcan's homely Mirth his Mother fmil'd ; 
 And, fmiling, took the Cup the Clown had fill'd : 
 The Reconciler- Cup went round the Board : 
 Which, empty'dj the rude Skinker ftill reftor'd : 
 Loud Fits or Laughter feiz'd the Guefts, to fee 
 The limping God To deft at his new Miniftry. Dryd. Horn, 
 
 VULTURE. 
 
 Thus rav'nous Vultures watch the dying Lion, (£c Hip/ 
 To tear his Heart, and riot in his Blood. Smith. PhascL 
 
 As when a Vulture, on Imaus br^d, 
 Whofe fnowy Ridge the roving Tartar bounds, 
 Piflodging from a Region, fcarce of Prey, 
 To gorge the Flefh of Lambs or yeanling Kids, 
 On Hits where Flocks are fed, flies tow'rds the Springs 
 Of Ganges o r Hydafpes, Indun Streams : 
 But in his Way lights on the barren Plains 
 Of Sevricana, where Chinefes drive 
 With Sails and Wind their cany Waggons light. Milt.P.Loft. 
 
 As when two Vultures on the Mountain's Height, 
 Stoop with their founding Pinions to. the Fight; 
 
 S f 4 They 
 
9?6 W A 
 
 They cuff; they tear ■> they raife a fcreaming Cry 
 The De fart echoes ; and the Rocks reply. Fope. Hem 
 
 w. 
 
 IV ANT. 
 
 If all her former Woes were not enough, 
 Look on her now ; behold her where (he wanders, 
 Hunted to Death, diftrefs'd on ev'ry Side, 
 With no one Hand to help ; and tell me then, 
 If ever Mifery were known like hers ? 
 
 And can (he bear it ? Can that delicate Frame 
 Endure the Beating of a Storm forude? 
 Can fhe, for whom the various Seafons chang*d, 
 To court her Appetite, and crown her Board -> 
 For whom the foreign Vintages were prefs'd j 
 For whom the Merchant fpread his filken Swres ; 
 Can fhe intreat for Bread, and want the needful Raiment, 
 To wrap her {hiv'ring Bofom from the Weather ? 
 When fhe was mine, no Care came ever near her : 
 I thought the gentleft Breeze, that wakes the Spring, 
 Too rough to breathe upon her : Chearfulnefs 
 Panc'd all the Day before her ; and at Night 
 Soft Slumbers waited on her downy Pillow ; 
 Now fad and fhelterlefs, perhaps, (he lies, 
 Where piercing Winds blow (harp, and the chill Rain 
 Drops from fome Penthoufe on her wretched Head, 
 Drenches her Locks, and kills her with the Cold j 
 While her Head refts on what cold Stone fhe pleafes.Rowe. 
 
 (J. Shore. 
 
 But canft thou, tender Maid, canft thou fuftain 
 Afflictive Want, or Hunger's prefting Pain ? 
 Thofe Limbs, in Lawn and fofteft Silk aray'd, 
 From Sun beams guarded, and of Winds afraid, 
 Will they bear angry Jove ? will they refill 
 The parching Dog-Star, and the bleak North-Eaft ? 
 When, chhTd by adverfe Snows, and beating Rain, 
 We tread with weary Steps the longfome Plain j 
 When with hard Toil we feek our ev'ning Food, 
 Berries and Acorns, from the neighb'ring Wood j 
 And find amongft the Gifts no other Houfe, 
 But the thin Covert of fome gather'd Boughs j 
 Wilt thou not then velu&ant lend thy Eye 
 Around the dreary Wafre, and, weeping, try 
 To find thy Father's hofpitable Gate, 
 And Seats, where Eafe and Plenty brooding fate ? Prior. 
 
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 The Rife of Fortune did I only wed, 
 From its Decline determin'd to recede ? 
 Did I but purpofe to embark with thee, 
 On the fmooth Surface of a Summer's Sea, 
 While gentle Zephyrs play in profp'rous Gales, 
 And Fortune's Favour fills the fwelling Sails; 
 But wou'd forfake the Ship, and make the Shore, 
 When the Winds whittle, and the Tempefts roar? 
 No, Henry, no: one facred Oath has ty'd 
 Our Loves : one Deftiny our Life (hall guide; 
 Nor Wild, nor Deep our common Way divide. 
 
 When from the Cave thou rifeft with the Day, 
 To beat the Woods, and rouze the bounding Prey $ 
 The Cave with Mofs and Branches I'll adorn, 
 And chearful fit, and wait my Lord's Return : 
 And when thou frequent b. ing'it the frrmten Deer, 
 (For feldom, Archers fay, thy Arrows err.) 
 I'll fetch quick Fuel from the neighboring Wood ; 
 And ftrike the fparkling Flint, and drefs the Food : 
 With humble Duty and oflRcious Hafte, 
 I'll cull the fu their. Mead for thy Repair ; 
 The choiceft Herbs I to thy Board will bring ; 
 And draw thy Water from the freftieft Spring : 
 And when at night, with weary Toil opp.eft, 
 Soft Slumbers thou enjoy'ft, and wholefome Reft; 
 Watchful I'll guard thee ; and with midnight Pray *r 
 Weary the Gods to keep thee in their Care : 
 And joious ask, at Morn's returning Ray, 
 If thou haft Health, and I may blefs the Day. 
 Behold me fixt, where- e'er thou lead'ft to go, 
 Friend to thy Pain, and Partner of thy Woe. 
 Bleft, when my Dangers and my Toils have ftiown; . 
 That I of all Mankind cou'd love but thee alone.. Prior, 
 
 Misfortunes oft prove to Invention kind, 
 Inftruct our Wit, and aid the lab'ring Mind; Dryd. Ovid, 
 
 Want takes falfe Meafures both of Pow'r and Joys; 
 And envy'd Greamefs is but Crowd and Noife. How. 
 
 : — To Men, 
 
 Prefs'd by their Wants, all Changejs ever welcome. Johnf.C 
 All noble Minds with Shame their Wants confefs.D'Aven, 
 
 (Siege, of Rhodes, 
 
 W A R. 
 
 Wa-s, horrid Wars I view ; a Field of Blood - 
 And Tyber, rouling with a purple Flood. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 S f 5*-: Ail, 
 
9?8 
 
 W A 
 
 All the dire Calamities 
 
 Of raging War, chain'd up in Difcipline, 
 
 Are now broke loofe, trooping in horrid March, 
 
 To fright the World : 
 
 Now Luft and Rapine both divide the Spoil ; 
 And Giant Murder now beftrides our Streets, 
 Stalking in State,and wading deep in Blood. South.F.of Cap. 
 Hark ! Hark ! The glorious Voice of War 
 Calls aloud, for Arms prepare ! 
 Drums are beating, 
 Rocks repeating, 
 Martial Mufick charms the joyful Air. Cong. 
 
 "New Storms of War, like Hail, around us fall : 
 Fury, that fate at home on marly Shields, 
 Now heaves them up, and ranges thro* the Fields : 
 "With all her hundred Whips of Wire (he comes 
 And drives defpairing Monarchs to their Tombs. 
 War ! How it Sounds! away, to Arms! to Arms ! 
 My Soul to Battel now all firy turns ; 
 Swift as the Gods in Hafte outftrips the Wind, 
 And leaves the Courfers of the Day behind. Lee. Sophon* 
 
 Yet, yet a little, and deftru&ive Slaughter 
 Shall rage around, and mar this beauteous Profpecl: : 
 Pals but an Hour, which (rands betwixt the Lives 
 Of Thoufands and Eternity; what Change 
 Shall hafty Death make in yon glitt'nng Plain ! 
 O thou fell Monfter, War ! that in a Moment 
 Lay'ft wafte the nobleft Part of the Creation ; 
 The B >aft and Mafter- Piece of the Great Maker; 
 That wears in vain th' Impreflion of his Image, 
 Unprivileg'd from thee.- Rowe. Tamerl. 
 
 The neighb'ring Cities break all Leagues, and fly 
 To Arms : Mars rages impious o'er the World. 
 Tillage has loft its due Regard ; the Hinds 
 Prefs'd into Soldiers, Fields lie wafte and wild ; 
 And crooked Scythes are hammer'd into Swords. Trap.Virg, 
 
 Tumultuous Paffions, Wrath, Revenge and Shame, 
 Invade our Breafts, and our gall'd Souls inflame : 
 Strait, with one Voice, we all for Arms declare, 
 And ev'ry Breafl already feels the War: 
 The Plowman haftens to a nobler Toil, 
 Unyokes his Ox, and leaves untill'd the Soil : 
 Abandons all his Hopes, and ruftick Care, 
 Lays down his Goad, and fhakps the warlike Spear : 
 The Tradefman quits his Shop, arid takes the Field, 
 And makes his Thir'ft of Gain to Thirft of Honour yield : 
 
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 The Shepherds on the Hills forfake their Flocks, 
 
 And leave their browzing Goats upon the Rocks : 
 
 And Farmers quit the Hopes their Fields afford, 
 
 To reap freih Laurels with their conqu'ring Sword : 
 
 As when black Clouds, dark'ning the Summer-Sky, 
 
 Loaded with criftal Tempefts, flowly fly ; 
 
 Th' Artillery difcharg'd, with mighty Sound, *> 
 
 Th' exploded Hailftones leap upon the Ground, S 
 
 Thunder amidft the Woods, and from the Hills rebound, J 
 
 So with the Britons all the Region fwarnis ; 
 
 So thick their Troops, fo loud the Noife of Arms : 
 
 The groaning Earth complains j and, trembling, feels 
 
 The trampling Hoofs, and Chariots fervid Wheels. 
 
 The lighted Beacons from the Hills declare, 
 
 As blazing Comets do, app-oaching War: 
 
 The flaming Signal's giv'n : the Regions round 
 
 With Horfemen, Arms, and warlike Noife refound : 
 
 As when 
 
 In fome great Town a Fire breaks out by Night ; 
 
 And fills, with crackling Flames and difmal Light, 
 
 With Sparks and pitchy Smoke, th'aftonifh'd Sky ; 
 
 Th' affrighted Guards, that firft the Flame efpy, 
 
 Strait give th' Alarm, and fpread the dreadful Cry: 
 
 Th' amaz'd Inhabitants the Signal take, 
 
 And run, in Crowds half cloath'd and half awake, 
 
 To flop the fpreading Ruin, and to tame, 
 
 With fpouting Engines, the deftru&ive Flame : 
 
 So, when the frightful Cry of War begun, 
 
 Into the Fields in Troops the Britons run. Blac. P. Aith. 
 
 O'er proftrate Towns and Palaces they pafs, 
 Now cover'd o'er with Weeds, and hid in Grafs : 
 Breathing R'evenge, while Anger and Difdain 
 Fire ev'ry Breaft, and boil in ev'ry Vein, 
 Here fhatter'd Walls, like broken Rocks, from far, 
 Rife up in hideous Views, the Guilt of War. Add. 
 
 Our Land a Purchafe to the Sword now lies ; 
 Her Harvefts for uncertain Owners rife ; 
 Each Vineyard doubtful of its Matter grows j 
 And to the Vi&or's Bowl each Vintage flows. Add. 
 
 War is the Province of ambitious Man, 
 Who tears the mis'rable World for Empire. Rowe.Tamerh 
 
 The brazen Throat of War had ceas'd to roar. Miit.P.Loft 
 
 Enough of War the wounded Earth has known j 
 Weary at length, and wafted with Deftrudion, 
 Sadly (he rears her ruin'd Head, to fhew 
 Her Cities humbled, and her Countreys fpoiVd, 
 And to her mighty Matters fues for Peace. Rowe. Tamer!. 
 
 — — Now, 
 
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 ■ Now, glorious War, farewel, 
 
 Thou Child of Honour and ambitious Thoughts, 
 Begot in Blood, and nurs'd with Kingdom's Ruins : 
 Thou golden Danger, courted by thy Followers 
 Thro' Fires and Famines, for one Title from thee, 
 A long farewel I give thee. Noble Arms, 
 Ye Ribs for mighty Minds, ye iron Houfes, 
 Made to defie the Thunderclaps of Fortune, 
 Ruft and confuming Time muft now dwell with you : 
 And thou, good Sword, that knew'it the Way to Conqueft, 
 Upon whole fatal Edge Defpair and Death dwelt, 
 That when I (hook thee thus, foreihewd'ft Deftru&ion, 
 Sleep now from Blood, and grace my Monument: 
 Farewel, my Eagle : when thou flew'ft, whole Armies 
 Have ftoop'd below thee : at Pafiage I have feen thee 
 Ruffle the Tartars, as they fled thy Fury, 
 And bang them up together, as a Taflel, 
 Upon the Stretch, a Flock of fearful Pigeons: 
 I yet remember, when the Volga curl'd, 
 The aged Volga, when he heav'd his Head up, 
 And rais'd his Waters high, to fee the Ruins, 
 The Ruins our Swords made, the bloody Ruins! 
 Then flew this Bird of Honour, bravely flew : 
 But this muft be forgotten, quite forgotten, 
 And all that tends to Arms, by me for ever. Beaum. L.Sub]. 
 
 Oh now, for ever 
 
 Farewel the tranquil Mind, farewel Content : 
 Farewel the plumed Troops, and the big War, 
 Thar makes Ambition Virtue : Oh farewel, 
 Farewel the neighing Steed, and the loud Trump, 
 The Spirit- frirring Drum, and the ihrill Fife, . 
 The royal Banner, and all Quality, 
 Pride, Pomp, and Circumliance of glorious War; 
 And, O ye mortal Engines, whole rude Throats 
 Th' immoital Jove's diead Clamours counterfeit, 
 Farewel : Othello's Occupation's gone. Shak. OtheL 
 
 CIVIL WAR. 
 
 Remember him, the Villain, righteous Heav'n, 
 In thy great Day of Vengeance: blaff the Taitor 
 And his pernicious Counfels ; who, for Wealth, 
 For Pow'r, the Pride of Gi eatnefs or Revenge, 
 Would plunge his native Land in Civil Wars. 
 Have we fb foon forgot thofe Days of Ruin, 
 When, like a Matron, butcher'd by her Sons, 
 And caft befide fome common Way, a Spectacle 
 Of Honour and Affright to Pufiers by, 
 
 Our 
 
W A 9 4 i 
 
 Our groaning Countrey bled at evVy Vein ; 
 
 When Murders, Rapes, and Maflaoes prevail'd j 
 
 When Churches, Palaces, and Cities blaz'd ; 
 
 When Infolence and Barbarifm tnumph'd, 
 
 And fwept away Diftin&ion : Peafants trod 
 
 Upon the Necks of Nobles : low were hid 
 
 The rev'rend Croiier and the holy Mitre ; 
 
 And Defolation cover 'd all the Land. 
 
 Who can remember this, and not like me, 
 
 Here vow to (heathe a Dagger in his Hea t, 
 
 Whofe damn'd Ambition woVd renew thofe Horrous, 
 
 And fet, once more, that Scene of Blood before us ? Rowe. 
 
 (}. Shore. 
 — — What Tears has Albion fhed ! 
 
 Heav'ns ! What new Wounds, and how her old, have bled ! 
 
 She faw her Sons with purple Deaths expire; 
 
 Her facred Domes involv'd in rouling Fire : 
 
 A dreadful Series of inteftine Wars, 
 
 Inglorious Triumphs,, and diflioneft Scars. Pope. 
 When civil Dudgeon fir ft g'ew high, 
 And Men fell out they knew nor why : 
 When ha d Words, Jealosies and Fears, 
 Set Folks together by the Ears, 
 And made them fight, like mad or drunk, 
 For Dame Religion as for Punk ; 
 Whofe Honefty they all durft fwear for, 
 Tho' not a Man of them knew wherefoie : 
 When Gofpel Trumpetter, furrounded 
 With long-ear 'd Rout, to Battel founded ; 
 And Pulpit, Drum ecclefhftick, 
 Was beat with Fill, inftead of a Stick. Hud. 
 The fober part of Ifrael, free from Stain, 
 
 Well knew the Value of a peaceful Reign ; 
 
 And, looking backward, with a wife ArT. ight, 
 
 Saw Seams of Wounds, difhoneft. to the Sight : 
 
 In Contemplation of whofe ugly Scars, 
 
 They curft the Memory of Civil Wars. Dryd. Abf.and Ach. 
 From ev\y Part the roaring Cannons play j 
 
 From ev'ry Part Blood roa s as loud as they : 
 
 Alas! what Triumphs can this Vidl'ry fhow, 
 
 That dies us red with Blood and Blumes too? 
 
 How can we wi(h that Conqueft, which bellows 
 
 Cyprefs, not Bays, upon the conqu'ring Brows? Cowl 
 What Rage, O Citizens, what Fury 
 
 Does you to thefe dire Anions hurry ? 
 What OEftrum, what pttrenetick Mood 
 Makes you thus lavifh of your Blood ? 
 
 What 
 
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 What Towns, what Garrifons might you 
 
 With Hazard of this Blood fubdue, 
 
 Which now you're bent to throw away 
 
 In vain unrriumphable Fray ? Hud. 
 O, fpare l ^ e Wounds, our bleeding Countrey fears, 
 The thoufand Ills, which Civil Difcord brings : 
 O frill that Noife of War, whofe dread Alarms 
 Frighten Repofe from Countrey Villages; 
 And ftir rude Tumult up and wild Difhaftion 
 
 In all our peaceful Cities. Rowe. Amb. Stepm. 
 
 So fhaken as we are, fo wan with Care, 
 Find we a Time for frighted Peace to pant, 
 And breathe fhort-winded Accents of new Broils, 
 To be commenc'd in Strands afar remote : 
 No more the thirfty Entrance of this Soil 
 Shall daub her Lips with her own Children's Blood : 
 No more fhall trenching War chanel her Fields, 
 Nor bruife her Flowrets with the armed Hoofs 
 Of hoftile Paces : thofe oppofed Eyes, 
 Which, like the Meteors of a troubled Heav'n, 
 All of one Nature, of one Subftance bred, 
 Did lately meet in the interline Shock, 
 And furious Clofe of civil Butchery, 
 Shall now, in beauteous well-befeeming Ranks, 
 March all one way, and be no more oppos'd 
 Againft Acquaintance, Kindred and Allies, 
 The Edge ot War now, like an ill-fheath'd Knife, 
 
 No more (hall cut his Mafter. Shak. Hen. 4. p. n 
 
 From hence let fierce contending Nations know, 
 What dire EfFe&s from civil Difcord flow. 
 s Tis this that (hakes our Countrey with Alarms, 
 And gives up Rome a Prey to Roman Arms j 
 Produces Fraud and Cruelty and Strife j 
 And robs the guilty World of Cato's Life. Add. Cato. 
 
 TV A V E S. 
 
 Ambitious Waves, that ftrove to climb the Rocks, 
 That bound them in, and roar'd to be repuls'd. Hop.Pynh, 
 
 The Surges, raging with interline War; 
 With high cur I'd Heads look terrible from far : 
 The Foam of breaking Waves, in pointed Sleet, 
 Like driv'n Snow, does ontheOcean beat: 
 At ev'ry Shock the dafliing Waters fly, 
 And Clouds of liquid Duft obfcure the Sky. Blac.P. Arth. 
 
 Thus fwelling Billows on the Main appear, 
 A furious Tempeft preffing hard their Rear, 
 
 When 
 
 
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 When their embattel'd Legions march from far, 
 
 To florm fome lofty Mound with liquid War. Blac. Eliza. 
 
 Thus furging Waves, againft a folid Rock, 
 Tho' all to Shivers dafh'd, th' Alfault renew, (Reg. 
 
 Vain Batt'ry! and in Froth and Bubbles end. Milt. Par. 
 
 — . They loudly roar. 
 
 As Billows, dafhing on the trembling Shore. Creech. Lucr. 
 
 . ]sj Water fries, 
 
 Nor Billows with unequal Murmur roar, 
 
 Bur fmoothly glide along, and fwell the Shore. Dr. Virg. • 
 
 WEAVER, 
 
 The Weavers ftretch their Stays upon the Weft, 
 And (hoot the flying Shuttle thro' the Loom. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 Both take their Stations, and the Piece prepare j 
 And older ev'ry flender Thread with Care: 
 The Web enwraps the Beam ; the Reed divides, 
 While thro' the wid'ning Space the Shuttle glides, 
 Which their fwift Hands receive : then, pois'd with Lead, 
 The fwinging Weight flrikes clofe rh' inftrted Thread : 
 Each girds her flowing Garments round her Wafte, 
 And plies her Arms and Feet with dextrous Hafte : 
 Here each inweaves the 1 icheft Tyrian Die ; 
 There fainter Shades in beauteous Order lie : 
 Such various Mixtures in the Texture fhine ; 
 Set off the Work, and brighten each Defign j 
 As when the Sun his piercing Rays extends, 
 When from thin Clouds fome daily Show'r dcfcends, 
 We fee the fpacious humid Arch appear, 
 Whofe transient Colours paint the iplendid Air : 
 By fuch Degrees the deep'ning Shadows rife, 
 As pleafingly deceive our dazTed Eyes : 
 And tho' the fame th' adjoining Colour teems, 
 Yet Hues of diff'rent Natures die th' Exrreams : 
 Here height'ning Gold they 'midft the Woof difpofe,. 
 And in the W T eb an antique Story rofe. 
 A glowing Warmth the blended Colours give, 
 And in the Piece each Figure feems to live. 
 Suchjuft Proportion graces ev'ry Parr, 
 Nature her felf appears improv'd by Art. 
 Feftoons of Flow'rs, inwove with Ivy, fhine (Gay. Ovid. 
 Border the wcmd'rQiis Piece, and round the Texture (nine. 
 
 W E E F I N G. 
 
 Here her wellgovern'd Tears dropt down apace : 
 Beauty and Sorrow, mingled in one Face Have 
 
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 Have Charms refiftlefs. — ■ Cowl. David. 
 
 And now a Mift of G. ief comes o'er my Eyes. Dr. D. Seb. 
 -- Fall, fall, cryftal Fountains, 
 And ever feed your Streams, ye riling Sorrows, 
 Till you have wept your Miltrefs into Marble. Roch. Val. 
 My Eyes grow full, and fwim in their own Light. Dryd. 
 
 (M. A-la-mode. 
 Now all my Mother comes into my Eyes, 
 
 And gives me up to Tears. Shak. Hen. j. 
 
 I feel the Woman breaking in upon me ; 
 And melt about my Heart : my Tears will flow. Add. Cato. 
 
 — i O break not yet, my 1 leart, 
 
 Tho' myEyesburft, no matter. Dryd. All for Love. 
 
 There Thanks I pay you : ■ 
 
 And know, that when Sebaftian weeps, his Tears 
 
 Come harder than his Blood. — 
 
 . They plead too ftrongly - 
 
 To be withftood : my Clouds are gath'ring too 
 
 In kindly Mixture with his royal Show'r. Dryd. Don Scb. 
 
 Thou know'it the gentle Temper of my Soul ; 
 Which the miftaken World Good Nature call ; 
 Tho' eafy to be rais'd, moreeafy to be calm'd : 
 Like to HeavVs Anger, my relenting Rage 
 Begins inTempefts, and is lay'd by Show'rs : 
 The fwelling Drops burft thro* their lucid Orbs, 
 And chafe each other down my flowing Cheeks, 
 Which blufh with Shame at the old Soldier's vseaknefs. 
 
 T'Hig. Gen. Conq. 
 Why holds thy Eye that lamentable Rheum, 
 Like a proud River peering o*er its Bounds. Shak. K.John. 
 Why doft thou weep, and pour into my Wounds 
 
 New Oil to make them blafce. Lee. C#f Borg. 
 
 Compofe your Looks: fmoothdown that ftarting Hair, 
 And dry your Eyes, which fpite of this Diftra&ion, 
 I fee are full, brim full of gufhing Tears. Lee. Caef. Borg. 
 
 O, why, Semanthe, why thefe falling Tears? 
 1 fwear, my Love, not thelaft Drops of Life, 
 Juft flowing from my Heart, are dearer to me, (Brother. 
 Than thofe rich Pearls, that trickle from thy Eyes. Sou.Lo. 
 
 ■■ Why bend thy Eyes to Earth ? 
 Wherefo.e thefe Looks of Heavinefs andSorrow ? 
 Why breathes that Sigh, my Love, and wherefore falls 
 That trickling Show'r of Tears, to ftain thy Sweetnefs? 
 
 (Kowe. J. Shore. 
 See, whilft thou weep'ft, fair Cloe, Tee 
 The World in Sympathy with thee. 
 
 The 
 
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 The chearful Birds no longer ling ; 
 Bur drop the Head, and hang the Wing : 
 The Clouds have bent their Bofom low'r, 
 And (bed their Sorrows in a Show'r : 
 The Brooks beyond their Limits flow ; 
 And louder Murmurs fpeak their Woe: 
 The Nymphs and Swains adopt thy Cares, 
 They heave thy Sighs, and weep thy Tears 
 Fantaftick Nymph ! that Grief fhould move 
 The Heart obdurate againft Love : 
 Strange Tears ! whofe Pow'r can foften all, 
 But that dear Breaft, on which they fall. Prior. 
 Her Soul, unable to contain its Grief, 
 Pours forth a Deluge of impetuous Sorrow. Den. Iphig. 
 
 Then from her fwimming Eyes began to pour 
 Of foftly falling Rain a filver Show'r. Cong. 
 
 With Floods of Woe fhe bathes her beauteous Face, 
 
 And Streams from Myrrha*s Eyes kept equal Pace. Hop.Or. 
 
 Tears blind her Eyes, and Groans fupprefs her Words. 
 
 (Hopk. Ovid. 
 Ye Gods ! (he weeps : behold that falling Show'r! 
 See, how her Eyes are quite diflblv'd in Tears ! 
 Can (he in vain that precious Torrent pour ? 
 Oh ! no : it bears away my Doubts and Fears : 
 'Twas Pity fure that made it flow j 
 For the fame Pity ftop it now : (does part, 
 
 For evVy charming, heav'nly Drop, that f om thofe Eyes 
 Is paid with Streams of Blood, that guih from my o'erflow* 
 
 Cing Heart. Walfh. 
 
 She mix'dher Speech with moiivnful Cries, 
 
 And fruitlefs Tears came trickling from her Eyes. Dr.Vi. g. 
 
 Her Soul in Sadnefs, and her Eyes in Tears, 
 Sighing (he faid, (he fear'd her Heart might break ; 
 Then, at my Feet, in all the Storm of Grief; 
 Such Floods of Sorrow burft from her bright Eyes, 
 I could not keep my Manhood, but wept too. South.Difap. 
 
 Down her Cheeks 
 
 Flow'dthe round Drops: And, as we fee the Sun 
 Shine thro* a Show'r, fo look'd her beauteous Eyes, 
 Cafting forth Light and Tears together.— 1 anfd.H.Lov. 
 
 Down her fair Cheeks the trickling Sorrow flows, 
 Like dewy Spangles on the blufhing Rofe. Gay. 
 
 By Day (he feeksfome melancholy Shade, 
 To hide her Sorrows from the prying World. 
 At Night (he watches all the long long Hours, 
 And liftens to the Winds and beating Rain, (Pen. 
 
 With Sighs as loud, and Tears that fall as fad. Row. Fa. 
 
 -Had 
 
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 Had her Eyes been fed 
 
 From that richStream, which warms herHeavt,and numbcr'd 
 
 For ev'ry falling Tear a Drop of Blood, 
 
 It had not been too much. Rowe. Fair Pen. 
 
 The Accents die upon her charming Tongue, 
 And leave her lovely overflowing Eyets. 
 To pour out the Abundance of her Soul. Den. Lib. Affert- 
 - ■ - » " ■ ■ ■ Had you feen 
 
 Her Dove-like Sorrow, when fhe beg'd for Rome, 
 With Eyes Tear-charg'd, yet fparkling thro' rhe Dew, 
 Whilft charming P;ty dimpled each fofc Cheejv. Shakef. 
 
 (& Tate. Coriol. 
 
 Look, how her mournful Eyes move melting Pity ! 
 In which the Greatnefs of her Mind appears, 
 That ftruggles to reprefsher mighty Woe. Den. Lib.Aflert. 
 
 Behold thofe Eyes, by the kind Gods defign'd 
 To cherifh Nature, and d» light Mankind, 
 All drown'd in Tears, melt into gentler Show'rs, 
 Than April drops upon the fpringing Flow'rs ; 
 Such Tears as Venus for Adonis (lied, 
 When at her Feet the lovely Youth lay dead ; 
 About her, all her little weeping Loves 
 Ungirt her Ceftus, and unyok'dher Doves. Duke. 
 
 Then hafte, ■ conduct me to the lovely Mourner : 
 Oh ! I will kifs ; the pearly Drops away : 
 Suck from her rofy Lips the fragrant Sighs ; 
 With other Sighs her panting Bread fhaii heave ; 
 With other Dews her fwimming Eyes fhall melt ; 
 With other Pangs her throbbing Heart fhall beat; 
 And all her Sorrows fhall be loft in Love. Smith.Ph. 6c Hip. 
 
 He with his Tears augments the Morning Dew. (8c Jul. 
 And adds to Clouds more Clouds with his deep Sighs. Sh R. 
 
 , ; Look, the good Man weeps ; 
 And itrangles all his Language in his Tears. Shak. Hen. 8. 
 
 He, making fhew as he would rub his Eyes, ('Love. 
 
 Difguis'd, and blotted out, a falling Tear. Dryd. All for 
 
 I could perceive with Joy a filent S'.'.ow'r 
 Run down his filver Beard. Lee. L. Jun. Brut. 
 
 Oh ! Sir, what have you done ? You\e burft the Heart 
 Of your old Gafper ; with this Flood of Goodnefs j 
 And fee, it gufhes from my aged Eyes. Lee. MafT. of Par. 
 
 : — — — Forbear thefc ftri& Embraces, 
 Your Tears, your hanging on my Bofom thus : 
 Your Sighs reduce my Age to fobbing Childhood, 
 And make an Infant of your poor old Man. Lee. Mithr. 
 
 You fm ther all (Mithr. 
 
 Your Words with Groans j dry up this womanifhGrief.Lee. 
 
 He 
 
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 He bent, he funk beneath his Grief: 
 His dauntlefs Heart would fain have held 
 From weeping, but his Eyes rebel'd. Dryd. 
 Then he, profufe of Tears 
 
 
 In fuppliarit Mood fell proftrate at our Feet. Add. Vir£. 
 
 At this he iigh'd, and wip'd his Eyes, and drew, 
 Or feem'd to draw, fome Drops of kindly Dew. Dr. OvkL 
 
 Here, Hopping with a Sigh, he pour'd a Flood 
 Ot Tears, to make his laft ExpreiTion good. Dryd. Bocc. 
 
 (5ig. & Guifc. 
 
 My Tears begin to take his Part fo much, 
 They mar my Counterfeiting. Shak. K. Lear. 
 
 If that the Earth could teem with Woman's Tears, 
 Each Drop (he weeps wcjuld prove a Crocodile. Shak.Qtheh 
 
 Her wat'iry Eyes aria u It my very Soul; 
 They (hake my belt Refolve. • 1 — Lee. Alex. 
 
 By Heav'n, {he weeps, and 1 could drink the Dew. 
 
 (Lee, Mith, 
 
 I weep, Vis true: but, Machiavel, I fwear 
 They're Tears of Vengeance; Drops of liquid Fire: 
 So Marble weeps when .Flames furround the Quarry ; 
 And the pil'd Oaks fprout forth fuch fcaldmg Bubbles, 
 Before the gen'ral Blaae. Lee. Caef. Borg. 
 
 O that my Tears could make. thy Heart relent ! 
 Then would I drain tliofc cryftal Sluices dry : 
 Rivers I'd weep, and long luxuriant .Streams. Lee. Nero. 
 
 Thofe moving Tears will quite diflblve my Frame ; 
 They melt that Soul, which Threats could never fliake. 
 
 (Hig. Gen. Con, 
 
 Weeping for Joy. 
 
 Back, foolifh Tear*, back to -your native Spring, 
 Your tributary Drops belong to Woe ; 
 Wbieh you, miftaking, offer up to Joy. Shak.Rom. 6c Jul. 
 
 Joy had the like Conception in our Eyes, 
 And, atthatlnftanr, like a Babe, fpvung up. Sh.Tim.ofAth. 
 
 Behold a Joy, 
 
 A wat'ry Comfort riling in his Eyes. Lee. L. J. Brut. 
 
 But thefe arc Tears sf joy : to fee you thus has fiil'd 
 My Eyes with more Delight .than they can hold. Con. M.Br, 
 
 WELCOME. 
 
 Welcome, as after Dsrknefs chearful Light j 
 O to the weary Wand'rer downy Night. Lanfd. Br. finch. 
 
 Welcome as Life, as Vi&ory, and Fame, 
 As Hope to Lovers, or the tortur'd Wretch 
 
 Cefla- 
 
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 CefTation of his Pain. Hig. Gen. Cong. 
 
 Not Wealth to Mifers; Honour to the Brave j 
 Health to the Sick ; or Freedom to the Slave, 
 Could be more welcome. Sedl. Ant. 8c Cleop. 
 
 — O happy Night ! 
 
 Not to the weary Pilgrim halt fo welcome. 
 
 When, after many a toilfome bleeding Step, 
 
 With joyful Looks he (pies his long'd-for Home. 
 
 Thus comes, to the defpairing Wretch, the glad 
 
 Reprieve : Ms Mercy, Mercy at the Block : 
 
 Thus the tofs'd Seaman, after boift'rous Storms, 
 
 Lands on his Countries Breaft, thus ftands and gates 
 
 And runs it o*er with many agreedyLookj 
 
 Then fhoutsfor Toy, and makes — 
 
 The echoing Hills and all the Shores refound. Lce.Cs.Bor 
 
 For that, of which we fear to be deprivM, 
 Meets with the fureft Welcome, when arriv'd. Cong.Ovii. 
 
 At your Approach, they crowded to the Port, 
 And, fcarcely landed* you create a Court : 
 The Wafte of civil Wars, their Towns deftroy'd, 
 Pales unhonoUr'd, Ceres unimploy'd, 
 Were all forgot, and one triumphant Day 
 Wip'd all the Tears of three Campaigns away. 
 Blood, Rapines, Maffacres/were cheaply bought : 
 So mighty Recompence your Beauty bought ! 
 As when the Dove, returning, bore the Mark 
 Of Earth reftor'd to the long-lab'ring Ark j 
 The Relicks of Mankind, fecure of Reft, } 
 
 Op'd ev'ry Window to receive the Gueft ; > 
 
 And the fair Bearer of the Meffage blefs'd : J 
 
 So, when you came, with loud repeated Cries, 
 The Nation took an Omen from your Eyes j 
 And God advanc'd his Rainbow in the Slues, - 
 To fign inviolable Peace reftor'd : (Dryd. 
 
 The Saints with folcmn Shout proclairn'd the new Accord. 
 
 W H A C HU M. 
 
 Hight Whachum, bred to dafh and draw, 
 Not wine, but more unwholefome Law : 
 To make 'twixt Words and Lines huge Gaps, 
 Wide as Meridians in Maps j 
 To (quander Paper and fpare Ink, 
 And cheat Men of their Word, fome think. 
 From this, by merited Degrees, 
 He to more high Advancement rife, 
 
 To 
 
 
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 To be an Under-Conjurer, 
 
 Or Journey- Man Aftrologer : 
 
 His Bus'nefs was to pump and wheedle, 
 
 And Men with their own Keys unriddle j 
 
 To make them to rhemfclves give Anfwers, 
 
 For which they Pay thg Necromancers j 
 
 To fetch and carry Intelligence 
 
 Of whom, and what, and where, and whence, 
 
 And all Difcoveries difperfe 
 
 Among the Pack of Conjurers j 
 
 What Cut-purfes have left with them, 
 
 For the right Owners to redeem ; 
 
 And, what they dare nor vent, find out, 
 
 To gain themfelves and th' Art Repute ; 
 
 Draw Figures, Schemes, and Horofcopes, 
 
 Of Newgate, Bridewell, Brokers Shops, 
 
 Of Thieves, a fend ant in the Cart, 
 
 And find out all by Rules of Art ; 
 
 Which way a Serving-Man, that's run 
 
 Away with Money or Cloaths, is gone $ 
 
 Who pick'd a Fob at Holding- forth, 
 
 And where a Watch for half the Worth 
 
 May be redeem'd, or ftollen Plate 
 
 Reltor'd at confcionable Rate. Hud. 
 
 W H I P P 7 N G. 
 
 Whipping that's Virtue's Govemefs, 
 Tutrefs of Arts and Sciences ; 
 That mends the grofs Miftakes of Nature, 
 And puts new Life into dull Matter j 
 That lays Foundation for Renown, 
 And all the Honours of the Gown. Hud. 
 
 Thus Pedants, out of School- beys Breeches, 
 Do claw and curry their own Itches. Hud. 
 But Brutes and Boys alone are taught with Blows. 
 
 Rowe. Fair Pen. 
 
 W H I S P E R. 
 
 Mark, how fhe whifpers like a Weftern Wind, 
 
 Which trembles thro' the Forelf . Dryd. LoveTriurnp. 
 
 He whifpev'd with a Voice, 
 
 Mild as when Zephyrus on Flora breathes. Mlt. Psr. Loft. 
 
 Now chang'd the jarring Noife to Whifpers low ; 
 As Winds, forfaking Seas, move foftly blow. P'-yd. Chauc. 
 
 ( Pal. & Arc. 
 Wl DO IV. 
 
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 WIDOW. 
 
 O lonely Mourner of a widow'd Bed. Rowe. Fair Pen. 
 
 Will you to Grief your blooming Years bequeath ? 
 Condemn'd to wafte in Woes your lonely Life, 
 Without the Joys of Mother, or of Wife: 
 Think you thefe Tears, this pompous Train of Woe, 
 Are known, or valu'd, by the Ghofts below ? 
 Why will you fight againft a pleafing Flame ? Dryd. Virg 
 
 Such were his Looks, fo gracefully he fpoke, 
 That weie I not refolv'd againft the Yoke 
 Of haplefs Marriage ; never to be curs'd 
 With fecond Love ; fo fatal was my firft ! 
 To this one Error I might yield again, 
 And, to confefs my Frailty, to my Shame, 
 Somewhat I find within, if not the fame, 
 Too like the Sparkles of my former Flame. 
 But firft let yawning Earth a Paffage rend ; 
 And let me thro' the dark Abyfs delcend : 
 Firft let avenging Jove, with Flames from high, 
 Drive down this Body to the nether Sky, 
 Condemn'd with Ghofts in endlefs Night to lie ; 
 Before I break the plighted Faith I gave : } 
 
 Noj he, who had my Vows, (hall ever have : (Dr. Virg. > 
 For, whom I lov'd on Earh, 1 worfhip in the Grave. J 
 
 Youth, Health, and Eafc, and moft an am'rous Mind, 
 To fecond Nuptials had inclin'd her Mind ; 
 And former Joys had left a fecret Sting behind. 
 
 Dryd. Bocc. Sig. Sc Guifc. 
 
 — The firft Eledion thine, 
 
 That Bond diffolv'd, the fecond Choice is mine : 
 
 Had Parents Pow'r, which yet I muft deny, 
 
 Had Parents Pow'r ev'n fecond Vows to tie, 
 
 Thy little Care to mend my widow'd Nights, 
 
 Has fore'd me to Recourfe of Marriage Rites, 
 
 To fill an empty Side, and follow known Delights. 
 
 What have I done in this, deferving Blame ? 
 
 State-Laws may alter : Nature's are the fame : 
 
 Thofe a»e ufurp'd on helplefs Womankind, 
 
 Made without our Confent, and wanting Pow'r to bind. 
 
 Ev'n as thy Father gave thee Flefh and Blood, 
 
 So gav'ft thou me; not from the Quarry hew'd, 
 
 But of a fofter Mould with Senfe endu'd; 
 
 Ev'n fofter than thy own ; of fuppler Kind, 
 
 More exquifne of Tafte, and more than Man refinM : 
 
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 Nor need'ft thou by thy Daughter to be told, 
 Tho' now thy fpritely Blood with Age be cold, 
 Thou haft been young ; and can'ft remember ftill, 
 Thar, when thou had'ft the Pow'r, thou had ? ftthe Will : 
 
 And, from the paft Experience of thy Fires, 
 Can'lt tell with what a Tide our ftrong Delires 
 
 Come rufhing on in Youth, and what their Rage requires. \ 
 
 If ftill thofe Appetites continue ftvong, 
 
 Thou may'ft confider I am yet but young : 
 
 Confider too, that, having been a Wife, 
 
 I muft have tafted of a betrer Life ; 
 
 And am not to be blam'd, if I renew, 
 
 By lawful Means, the Joys which then I knew : 
 
 Whc-e was the Crime, if Pleafnre I procur'd, 
 
 Young, and a Woman; and to Blifs inur'd ? 
 
 I pleas'd my felf ; I fhunn'd Incontinence j 
 
 And, urg'd by ftrong Deiires, indulg'd my Senfe. 
 
 Dryd. Bocc. Sig. &. Gnifc. % 
 
 Description of a per Widow and her Cottage. 
 There liv'd, as Authors tell, jn Days of Yore, 
 A Widow fomewhat old, and very poor: 
 Deep in a Cell her Cottage lonely ftood, 
 Weil thatch'd, and under Covert of a Wood. 
 This Dowager, on whom my Tale I found, 
 Since laft fhe laid her Husband in the Ground, 
 A fimple, fober Life, in Patience led, 
 And had but juft enough to buy her Bread : 
 But, hufwifing the Little Heav'n had lenr, 
 She duly paid a Groat for Quarter-Rent; 
 And pinch'd her Belly with her Daughters two, 
 To bring the World aboilt with much ado. 
 The Cattel in her Homeftead were three Sows, 
 An Ewe cail'd Mally, and three brinded Cows. 
 Her Pa r lour- Window ftuck with Herbs around, 
 Of fav'ry Smell, and Rufhes ftrew'd the Ground. 
 A Maple- Dvefler in her Hall (he had, 
 On which full many a (lender Meal fhe made : 
 For no delicious Morfel pafs'd her Throat ; 
 According to her Cloth fhe cut her Coat : 
 "No poynant-Sawce flic knew, no coftly Treat ; 
 Her Hunger gave a Relifh to her Meat: 
 A fparing Diet did her Health allure ; 
 Or lick, a Pepper- Poflet was her Cure. 
 Before the Day was done, her Work fhe fped, 
 And never went by Candle-light to Bed: 
 
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 With Exercife (he fweat ill Humours out 5 
 
 Her Dancing was not hinder 'd by the Gout : 
 
 Her Poverty was glad ; her Heart content ; 
 
 Nor knew (he what the Spleen or Vapours meant. 
 
 Of Wine (he never tafted thro' the Year; 
 
 But White and Black was all her homely Chear : 
 
 Brown Bread and Milk, (but firfl fhe skim'd the Bowls) 
 
 And Rafhers of lindg'd Bacon, on the Coals : 
 
 On Holy-Days an Egg, or two at mod 5 
 
 But her Ambition never reach'd to Roalt. 
 
 A Yard (he had with Pales inclos'd about, 
 
 Some high, Tome low, with a dry Ditch about. 
 
 Dryd. Chauc. The Cock and the Fox. 
 
 WIFE. 
 
 Be, as becomes a Wife, obedient (till; (Horn. 
 
 Tho griev'd, yet fubjedt to her Husband's Will. Dryd. 
 
 1'Jl ever live your mod obedient Wife, 
 Nor ever any Privilege pretend 
 Beyond your Will ; for that (hall be my Law. Otw. Orph. 
 
 No nuptial Quarrel (hall difturb your Eafe; 
 The Bus'nefs of my Life (hall be ro pleafe. Dryd. Chauc. 
 
 ('The Wife of Bath's Tale. 
 
 If I am old and ugly, well for you ; 
 No lewd Aduh'rer will my Love puriue : 
 Nor Jealoufy, the Bane of marry'd Life, 
 Shall haunt you, for a wither'd homely Wife : 
 For Age, and Uglinefs, as all agree, 
 Are the belt Guards of female Chaftity. 
 Would you I fhould be Hill defoim'd and old, 
 Naufeous to touch, and loathfome to behold $ 
 On this Condition, to remain for Life, 
 A careful, tender, and obedient Wife, 
 In ail I can, contribute to your Eafe, 
 And not in Deed, or Word, or Thought, difpleafe ? 
 Or would you rather have me young, and fair, 
 And take the Chance that happens to your Share ? 
 Temptations are in Beauty and in Youth ; 
 And how can you depend upo 1 my Truth : 
 Now weigh the Danger with the doubtful Bllfs, 
 And thank your lelr, if ought fhould fall amifs. 
 
 Dryd. Chauc. The Wi& of Bath's Tale. 
 Nor is it from the Gods, or Cupid's, Dart, 
 Thit many a homely Woman takes the Heart,: 
 
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 But Wives, well-humour'd, dutiful and chafte, "J 
 
 And clean, will hold their wand'ring Husbands faft : J 
 
 Such are the Links of Love, and fuch a Love will laft. 3 
 
 Befides, long Habitude and Ufe 
 
 Will Kindnefs in domeftick Bands produce. Dryd. Lucr. 
 
 A Wife as tender, and as true withal, 
 As the firit Woman was before her Fall j 
 Made for the Man, of whom (he was a Part ; 
 Made to attratt his Eyes, and keep his Heart. 
 A fecond Eve, but by no Crime accurs'd j 
 As beauteous, not as brittle, as the fir ft: 
 Had fhe been firft, ftill Paradife had been ; 
 And Death had found no Entrance by her Sin* 
 Love and Obedience to her Lord fhe bore : 
 She much obey'd him, but (he lov'd him more : 
 Not aw'd to Duty by fuperior Sway, 
 But taught by his Indulgence to obey : 
 Nor was it with Ingratitude return'd ; *| 
 
 In equal Fires the blifsful Couple burn'd ; (mourn'd. £ 
 One Joy poffefs'd them both, and in one Grief they j 
 His Paflion ftill improv'd : he lov'd fo faft, 
 As if he fear'd each Day would be her laft. Dryd. 
 
 — Here I kneel ; 
 
 If e'er my Will did trefpafs 'gainft his Love, 
 
 Either in Difcourfe, or Thought, or actual t>QQd y 
 
 Or that my Eyes, my Ears, or any Senfe, 
 
 Delighted rhem, or any other Form, 
 
 Or that I do not yet, and ever did, 
 
 And ever will, tho* he do (hake me off 
 
 To beggarly Divorcement, love him dearly, 
 
 Comfort forfwear me : Unkindnefs may do much : 
 
 And his Unkindnefs may defeat my Life, 
 
 But cannot taint my Love. Shak. Othello. 
 
 Then art thou true ? Is fuch a Thing in Nature, 
 As a true Wife ? No, Bellamira, no : 
 Thou would'ft be monftrous then, ev'n to Derifion : 
 For the whole Flock of common Wives would hoot thee, 
 And drive thee, like a Bird, without one Feather 
 Of thy own Kind. Lee. Csef. Bor. 
 
 Our wife Creator, for his Choirs divine. 
 Peopled his Heav'n with Souls allmafcnline: 
 Ah ! why muft Man from Woman take his Birth ? 
 Why was this Sin of Nature made on Earth ? 
 This fair Defeft, this helplefs Aid call'd Wife ; 
 The bending Crutch of a decrepit Life ? Dryd. St. of Inn. 
 
 If I but hear Wife nam'd, I'm fick that Day : 
 The Sound is mortal, and frights Life a way. Drvd. Aur. 
 
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 I look on Wives as on good dull Companions, 
 For elder Brothers to fleep out their Time with : 
 All we can hope for in the Marriage Bed, 
 Is but to take our Reft ; and what care I 
 Who lays my Pillow for me. ■ - Dryd. Riv. Lad. 
 
 Better with Brutes my humble Lot had gone, 
 Of Reafou void, accountable to none : 
 Th' unhappieft of Creation is a Wife ; 
 Made loweft, in the higheft Rank of Life : 
 Her Fellow's Slave j to know, and not to chufe ; (Inn. 
 
 Curft with that Reafon fhe muft never ufe. Dryd. St. of 
 
 My Houfhold Curfe ; my lawful Plague ; the Spy 
 Of Jove's Defigns : his other fquinting Eye : 
 Why this vain Prying, and for what Avail ? 
 Jove will be Maftcr full, and Juno fail: 
 Should thy fufpicious Thoughts divine aright, 
 Thou but becom'ft more odious to my Sight, 
 For this Attempt : uneafy Life to me, 
 Still watch'd and importun'd, but worfe for thee. Dr. Horn. 
 
 (Spoken to Juno by Jupiter. 
 
 Fools, that confult their Avarice or Pride: 
 To chufe a Wife, Love is our nobleft Guide. Wall. 
 
 WIND. 
 
 So when th'affuming 6od, whom Storms obey, 
 To all the warring Winds at once gave Way ; 
 The frantick Brethren ravag'd all around, 
 And Rocks, and Woods, and Shores, their Rage refound ; 
 Incumbent o'er the Main, at length they fweep 
 The liquid Plains, and raife the peaceful Deep : 
 But when fuperior Neptune leaves his Bed, 
 His Trident Giakes.and {hews his awful Head ; 
 The madding Winds are hufk'dj the Tempefts ceafej 
 And ev'ry rouling Surge refidcs in Peace. Cong. 
 
 As when two Winds with rival Force contend, 
 This way and that the wav'ring Sails they bend ; 
 While freezing Boreas, and bhck Eurus blow, 
 Now here, now there, the reeling Veflel throw. Pope. Stat. 
 
 So Thracian Winds infult th'Agean Floods, 
 
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 Roul Waves below, and drive away the Clouds. Laud. Virg. \ 
 
 But e'er the Winds extend their threat'ning Voice, 
 From lofty Mountains comes a milling Noife : 
 The Ocean works, and fwells, and beats the Shore ; 
 From far the Forefts fend a murm'ring Roar. Laud. Virg. 
 
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 So the rude Boreas, where he lifts to blow, 
 Makes Clouds above, and Billows fly below ; 
 Beating the Shore, and, with a boift'rous Rage, 
 Does Heav'n at once, and Earth, and Sea, ingage. Wall. 
 
 Ye bluft'ring Brethren of the Skies, 
 
 Whofe Breath has ruffled all the wat'ry Plain, 
 
 Retire to hollow Rocks, your ftormy Sear, (K. Arth. 
 
 There fwell your Lungs, and vainly, vainly threat. Dryd. 
 
 The fluggifh Aufter to his Den wih wet 
 And flabby Wings does heavily retreat. Blac. P. Arth. 
 
 The Winds oft lab'ring bear 
 
 Vaft Mountain-Clouds, and whirl them thro' the Air : 
 
 The lab'ring Winds then move but flowly on, 
 
 And, asopprefs'd with Burdens, figh and groan. Cr. Luc/. 
 
 The Wind is nothing elfe bur tioubled Air. Cr. Lucr. 
 
 Whoe'er throws Dull againft the Wind, dsfcries, 
 He throws it in Effect but in his Eves. Garth. 
 
 As wanton as the Breath of weftern Winds, 
 Whofe fpicy Breath thro' all thefe flow'ry Plains. 
 Maintains eternal Spring. Den. Rin. 6c Arm. 
 
 Seas are the Fields of Combat for the Winds; 
 But, when they (weep along fome flow'ry Coaft, (Lad. 
 
 Their Wings move mildly, and their Rage is loft. Dr. Riv. 
 
 _ So Winds, that Teni pelts brew, 
 
 When thro' Arabian Groves they take their Flight, 
 Made wanton with rich Odours, lofe the:r Spight. Dryd. 
 
 W I N D S O R. 
 
 Windfor the next, where Jdars. with Venus dwells, 
 Beauty with Strength, above the Valley fwells, 
 With fuch an eafy aud unfore'd A {cent, 
 That no ltupendous Precipice denies 
 Accefs, no I-Iorrour turns away our Eyes : 
 But fuch a Rife, as does at once invite 
 A Pleafure, and a Rev'rence from the Sight. 
 Thy mighty Matter's Emblem, in whofe Face 
 Sate Meeknefs, heighten'd with majeftick Grace : 
 Such feems thy gentle Height, made only proud 
 To be the Balis of that pompous Load, 
 Than which a nobler Weight no Mountain bears, 
 Save Atlas only, which fupports the Spheres. Denh. 
 
 WINE. 
 
 Affift almighty Wine ; for thou alone haft Pow'r, 
 Aflift, while with juft Praife I thee adore. 
 
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 Thou art the World's great Soul, that heav'nly Fire;, 
 Which do'ft our dull half-kindled Mafs infpire. 
 We nothing gallant, and above our felves produce, 
 'Till thou do'ft finifh Man, and reinfufe : 
 Thou art the only Source of all the World calls great ; 
 Thou did'ft the Poets firft, and they the Gods, create : 
 To thee their Rage, their Heat, their Flame they owe.; 
 Thou muft half (hare with Art and Nature too : 
 They owe their Glory and Renown to thee j 
 Thou giv'fl their Verfe and them Eternity. 
 Great Alexander, that big'ft Word of Fame, 
 That fills her Throat, and almoft rends it too ; 
 Whofe Valour found the World too ftrait a Stage 
 For his wide Victories, and boundlefs Rage, 
 Got not Repute by War alone, but thee : 
 He knew, he ne'er could conquer by Sobriety, 
 And drank, as well as fought, for univerfal Monarchy. Oldh. 
 
 Come fill it up, and fill it high ; 
 
 The barren Earth is always dry : 
 
 But, well fteep'd in kindly Show'rs, 
 
 It laughs in Dew, and (miles in Flow'rs : 
 
 The gen'rous Gods did fure defign, 
 
 By the immortal Gift of Wine, 
 
 To drown our Sighs, and eafe our Care, 
 
 And make's content to revel here : 
 
 To revel and to reign in Love, 
 
 And be throughout like thofe above. 
 
 Wine magnifies the Heart, and makes the Spirits dance ; 
 It drowns all Thoughts, adulterate and fad ; (Italian. 
 
 Infpires the Prophet, makes the Poet glad. D'Aven. Juft. 
 
 The Paphian Goddefs ftill her Ambufh lays ; 
 And Love betwixt the Horns of Bacchus plays: 
 Delires increafe at ev'ry fwilling Draught $ 
 Brisk Vapours add new Vigour to the Thought : 
 There Cupid's puiple Wings no Flight afford ; 
 But, wet with Wine, he flutters on the Board : 
 He Ihakes his Pinions j but he cannot move ; 
 Fix'd he remains, and turns a Maudlin Love: 
 Wine warms the Blood, and makes the Spirits flow ; 
 Care flies ; and Wrinkles from the Forehead go j 
 Exalts the Poor ; invigorates the Weak ; 
 Gives Mirth and" Laughter, and a rofy Cheek : 
 Bold Truths itfpeaksj aon* ; fpoken, dares maintain j 
 And brings our old Simplicity again : 
 Love fpai kles in the Cup, and nils it high'r : 
 Wine feeds the Flame, and Fuel adds to Fire. Dryd. Ovid. 
 
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 Such Juice our Priefts in golden Goblets pout 
 To Gods j the Givers of the ehearful Hour ; 
 Then when the bloated Thufcan blows his Horn , 
 And reeking Entrails are in Chargers born. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 • This noble Juice (virg. 
 
 Will ftamm'ring Tongues and ftagg'ring Feet produce. Dr. 
 
 Beware the fumy [oys 
 
 Of Wine, attended with eternal Noife : 
 
 Wine urgM to lawlefs Luft the Centaurs Train ; (Virg. 
 
 Thro* Wine they quarrel'd, and thro' Wine were flain. Dr. 
 
 WINTER. 
 
 The rifing Winds urge the tempeftuous Air, 
 And on their Wings deformed Winter bear. Dr. St. of Inn. 
 Since thy Retreat, O Sun, from our told Ifle, 
 She never wore one lovely Smile : 
 No Joy her wither'd Brow adorn'd ; 
 In dark unlovely Days, and in long Nights fhe mourn'd : 
 The poor dejected Beafts hung down their Heads, 
 And trembled on their naked Beds ; 
 No Footfteps of green Life remain, 
 But dying Fields and Woods, and a bare bleaky Plain : 
 The drooping Birds were iilent in the Groves, 
 
 They quite forgot their Songs and Loves : 
 
 Their feeble Mates fate fullen by ; (die. 
 
 We thought the feather'd World refolv'd their Kind fhould 
 
 At length, forfaken by the folar Rays, 
 See, drooping Nature fickens and decays, 
 While Winter all his fnowy Stores difplays ; 
 In hoary Triumph unmolested reigns 
 O'er barren Hills, and bleak untrodden Plains; 
 Hardens the Glebe, the fhady Grove deforms, 
 Fetters the Floods, and (hakes the Air with Storms. 
 Now active Spirits are reftrain'd with Cold, 
 And Prifons, cramp'd with Ice, the genial Captives hold : 
 The Meads, their fiow'ry Pride no longer wear, 
 And Trees extend their naked Arms in Air: 
 The frozen Furrow, and the fallow Field, 
 Nor to the Spade, nor to the Harrow, yield. Blac. 
 From frozen Climes, and endlefs Trails of Sriow, 
 From Streams that Northern Winds forbid to flow, 
 What Prefent fhall the Mufe ro Dorfet bring ; 
 Or how, fo near the Pole, attempt to ling ?- 
 All plealing Objects, that to Verie invite, 
 The hoary Winter here conceals from Sight : 
 
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 The Hills and Dales, und the delightful Woods, 
 
 The flow'ry Plains, and iilver dreaming Floods, 
 
 By Snow difguis'd, in bright Confufton lie $ 
 
 And with one dazling Wafte fatigue the Eye. 
 
 No gentle breathing Breeze prepares the Spring j 
 
 No Birds within the defart Regfon fmg; 
 
 The Ships, unmov'd, the boHt'rous Winds defiej 
 
 While rattling Chariots o'er the Ocean fly ; 
 
 The vaft Leviathan wants Room to play, 
 
 And fpout his Waters in the Face of Day. 
 
 The ftarving Wolves along the main Sea prowl, 
 
 And to the Moon in icy Va leys howl : 
 
 For many a fhining League the level Main 
 
 Here fpi eads it felf into a glafly Plain : 
 
 There folid Billows of enormous Size, 
 
 Alps of green Ice, in wild Diforder rife. 
 
 And yet but lately have I feen, cv'n here, 
 
 The Winter in a lovely Drefs appear ; 
 
 Ere yet the Clouds let fall the treafur'd Snow, 
 
 Or Winds began thro* hazy Skies to blow : 
 
 At Ev'ning a keen Eaftern Breeze arofe, 
 And the defcending Rain unfully'd froze. 
 
 Soon as the filent Shades of Night withdrew, 
 
 The ruddy Morn difclos'd at once to View 
 
 The Face of Nature in a rich Difgiiife, 
 
 And biighten'd ev'ry Object to my Eyes. 
 
 For cv'ry Shrub, and ev'ry Blade of Grafs, 
 
 And ev'ry pointed Thorn, feem'd wrought in Glafe: 
 
 In Pearls and Rubies rich the Hawthorns (how, 
 
 While thro' the Ice the crimfon Beriies glow : 
 
 The thick- fprung Reeds, the wat'ry Marfties yield, 
 
 Seem polifh'd Lances in a hoftile Field : 
 
 The Stag in limpid Currents with Surprize 
 
 Sees criftal Branches on his Forehead rife. 
 
 The fpveadin<; Oak, the Beech, and tow'ring Pine, 
 
 Glaz'd over, in the freezing ./Ether fhine : 
 
 The frighted Birds the ratt'ling Branches ftiun, 
 
 That move and glitter in the diftant Sun. 
 
 When if a fudden Gufl: of Wind arife, 
 
 The brittle Foreft into Atomes flies : 
 
 The crackling Wood beneath theTempeft bends, 
 
 And in a fpangled Show'r the Profpett ends. 
 
 Or if a Southern Gale the R'.gion warm, 
 
 And bv degrees unbind the wint'ry Charm j 
 
 The Traveller a miry Countrey fees, 
 
 And journeys fad beneath the dropping Trees. 
 
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 Like Tome deluded Peafanr, Merlin leads 
 
 Thro' fragrant Bow'rs, and thro' delicious Meads ; 
 
 While here enchanted Gardens to him rife, 
 
 And airy Fabricks there attract his Eyes : 
 
 His wand'ring Feet the magick Paths purfue j 
 
 And while he thinks the fair Illnfion true, 
 
 The tracklefs Scenes difperfe in fluid Air, 
 
 And Woods and Wilds, and thorny Ways, appear : 
 
 A tedious Road the weary Wretch returns, 
 
 And, as he goes, the tranfient Vifion mourns. Phil, 
 
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 Wifhes, like painted Landskips, bed delight, 
 Whilft Diftance recommends them to the Sight : " 
 PlacM afar off, they beautiful appear, 
 But, fhew their coai fe and naufeous Colours, near. Yald. 
 
 Our reftlefs Wifhes cannot be confin'd ; 
 Like boift'rous Waves, no fertled Bounds they know, 
 Fix at no Point, but always ebb or flow. Yald. 
 
 For Wifhes often are extravagant, 
 They are not bounded with Things poflible : 
 Defire's the valt Extent of human Mind : 
 It mounts above, and leaves poor Hope behind. Dr. Auren. 
 With how much Eafe believe we what we wifh J Dryd. 
 
 (All for Love. 
 Where Hope is wanting, Wifhes are in vain. Dryd. Ovid. 
 And multiplying Wifhes is a Curfe, 
 That keeps the Mmd itill painfully awake. Dryd. Sec. Love. 
 Againfl: our Peace we arm our Will j 
 Amid it our Plenty fomething (till, 
 For Horfes, Houfes, Pictures, Painting, 
 To thee, to me, to him, is wanting: 
 That cruel Something, unpofieiVd, 
 Corrodes and leavens all the reft : 
 That Something if we could obtain, 
 Would foon create a future Pain. Prior. 
 
 WIT. 
 
 'Tis not a Flafh of Fanfv, which, fometimes 
 Dazliug our Minds, fets off the flighted Rhymes ; 
 Bright as a Blaze, but in a Moment done: 
 True Wit is everlafting as the Sun : 
 Who, tho' fometimes behind a Cloud retir'd, 
 Breaks out again, and is by all admir'd. Normanby. 
 
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 And Wit, like Beauty, triumphs o'er the Heart, 
 When more of Nature's feen, and lefs of Air. — 
 
 In Wit, as Nature, what affects the Hearts, 
 Is not th'Exa&nefs of peculiar Parts : 
 *Tis not a Lip, or Eye, we Beauty call, 
 But one joint Force and full Refult of all. 
 Thus when we view fome well- proportion'd Dome, 
 The World's juft Wonder, and ev'n thine, O Rome, 
 No fingle Parts unequally furpriz,c j 
 All comes united to th'admiring Eyes : 
 No monftrous Height, no Breadth, or Length, appear : 
 The Whole at once is bold and legular. Pope. 
 
 Wir, like Religion, once divine was thought, 
 And the dull Crowd believ'd as they were taught: 
 Now each fanatick Fool prefumes t'explain 
 The Text, and does the facred Writ prophane. Scrope.-. 
 
 Thus Wit, like Faith, by each Man is apply'd 
 To one fmall Se8, and all are damn'd beuae : 
 Meanly they feek the Blefling to confine ; 
 And force that Sun but on a Part to fhinej 
 Which not alone the Southern Wit fublimes, 
 But ripens Spirits in cold Northern Climes: 
 Which fi om the firft has fhone on Ages paft, 
 Enlights the prefent, and (hall warm the laft ; 
 Tho' each may feel Encreafes and Decays, 
 And fee now clearer and now darker Days. 
 Regard not then if Wir be old or new j 
 But blame the falfe, and value (till the true. Pope. 
 
 Once School-Divines this zealous Ifle o'erfpread ; 
 Who knew moft Sentences, was deepeft read* : 
 Faith, Gofpel, All, feem'd made to be difputed, 
 And none had Senfe enough to be confuted. 
 Scotifts and Thomifts, now, in Peace remain, 
 Amidft their Kindred Cobwebs in Duck-Lane : 
 If Faith it felf has difT'rent Drefles worn, 
 What Wonder Modes in Wit fhould take their Turn ? 
 Oft, leaving what is natural and fit, 
 The current Folly proves our ready Wit : 
 And Authors think their Reputation fafe, 
 Which lives as long as Fools are pleas'd to laugh. Pope. 
 
 Too much does Wit from Ign'rance undergo . 
 Ah ! let not Learning too commence its Foe : 
 Of old, thofe met Rewards who could excel, 
 And fuch were prais'd as but endeavour'd well : 
 Tho' Triumphs were to Gen'rals only due, 
 Crowns were referv'd to grace the Soldiers too. 
 
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 Now, they, who reach Parnaflus' lofty Crown, 
 Employ their Pains to fpurn fome others down : 
 And, while Self-Love each jealous Writer rules, 
 Contending Wits become the Sport of Fools. 
 But ftill the Worft with moft Regret commend j 
 For each ill Author is as bad a Friend. Pope. 
 
 True Wit is Nature to Advantage drefs'd ; 
 What oft was thought, but ne'er fo well exprefs'd : 
 Something, whofe Truth convinc'd at Sight we find, 
 That gives us back the Image of our Mind : 
 As Shades more fweetly recommend the Light, 
 So modeft Plainnefs fets off fprightly Wit : 
 For Works may have more Wit than does them good ;. 
 As Bodies perifli thro' Excefs of Blood. Pope. 
 
 In Search of Wifdom far from Wkr-1 % : 
 Wit is a Harlot, beauteous to the Eyej. 
 In whofe bewitching Arms our early Time 
 We wafte, and Vigour of our youthful Prime : 
 But, when Reflection comes with riper Years ; 
 And Manhood with a thoughtful Brow appears; 
 We caft the Miftrtfs off, to take a Wife ; 
 And, wed to Wifdom, lead a happy Life. -■ 
 
 Nature this Comfort has to nonedeny'd, (Love, 
 
 That all are Wits and Beauties to themfelves. Lanfd. Her* 
 
 Wit lives by Beauty: Beauty reigns by Wit. <-.-Dryd. 
 
 Unhappy .Wit, like moft miftaken Things, 
 Attones not for the Envy which it brings: 
 In .Youth alone its enipry Praife we boaft ;. 
 But fbon the fhort-liv'd Vanity is loft : 
 Like fome fair Flow'r, that in the Spring does rife, 
 And gaily blooms, but ev'n in blooming dies. 
 What is this Wit, which does our Caresimploy ? 
 The Owner's Wife, that other Men enfoy : 
 Tis moft our Trouble, when 'tis moft admir'd, 
 The more we give, the more is ftill requk'd : 
 The Fame with Pains we gain , but lofe wirh Eafe 5 
 Sure fome to vex ; but never all to pbafe : 
 'Tis what the- Vicious fear, the Virtuous (him ; 
 By Fools 'tis hated,' and by Knaves undone. Pope. 
 
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 Mycale.was known 
 
 Down from her Sphere to draw thelab'ring Moon. Drt'DvjSfo - 
 
 She was a Witch, and one fo ftrong, 
 She would controul the Moon, make Ebbs and Flows; 
 And deaL in her Command without her Pow'r, Dryd.Jaftpw 
 
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 She was a Charmer, and could almoft read 
 The Thoughts of People. Shak. Othello. 
 
 Thefe Mid nigh r Hag?, 
 
 By Force of potent Spells, of bloody Characters, 
 And Conjurations horrible to hear, 
 Call Fiends and Spectres from the yawning Deep, 
 And fet the Minifters of Hell at work. Rowe. J. Shore. 
 
 Maeris himfelF thefe Herbs from Pontus brought j 
 Pontus, for ev'ry noble Poifon fought : 
 Aided .by thefe, he now a Wolf becomes ; 
 Now draws the Bury'd, ftalking from their Tombs : 
 By thefe tranfports the Corn from Field to Field. 
 Such is the Force of Charms! Staff. Virg. 
 
 We'll mutter facred Magick, 'till it warms 
 My icy Swain : 'tis Verfe we want and Charms : 
 By Charms compell'd, the trembling Moon dcfcends : 
 And Circe chang'd by Charms UlyUes' Friends: 
 By Charms the Serpent burlr. - ■ ■ - Staff. Virg. 
 
 Thus Lapland Saints, when they on Broomfticks fly, 
 By Help of magick Unctions mount the Sky. Old. 
 
 'Tis faid, the Scythian Wives, believe who will, 
 Transform themfelves to Birds by magick Skill : 
 Smear'd over with an Oil of wond'rous Might, 
 That adds new Pinions to their airy Flight. Dryd. Ovid, 
 
 So Witches hide in Clouds their hideous Forms, 
 Lay Plots in Whirlwinds, and cabal in Storms. Trapp. 
 
 Oftimes, to win us to our Harms, 
 Thefe Initruments of Darknefs tell us Truths j 
 Win us with honeft Trifles to betray us 
 On deepeft Confequcnce Shak. Macb. 
 
 WITNESS. 
 
 Is not the Winding up Witnefles 
 A Nicking more than half the Bulinefs ? 
 For Witnefles, like Watches, go, 
 }uft as they're fet, too fad or ilow ; 
 And when in Confcience they're ftrait lac'd., 
 'Tis ten to one that Side is call. Hud. 
 
 And you can want no Witnelfes 
 To fwear to any Thing you pleafe, 
 Thar hardly get their meer Expences 
 By th' Labour of their Confciences, 
 Or letting out to' Hire their Ears 
 To Affidavit Cuftomers: 
 They expofe to fail all Sorts of Oaths, 
 According to their Ears and Cloaths, 
 
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 Their only necefTary Tools, 
 
 Betides the Gofpel and their Souls. Hud. 
 
 And you may fwear at any Rate 
 Things not in Nature for the State : 
 For in all Courts of Juftiee here 
 A Witnefs is not faid to fwear ; 
 But make Oath, that is, in plain Terms, 
 To forge whatever he affirms. Hud. ' 
 
 WOLF. 
 
 So hungry Wolves, tho* greedy of their Prey, 
 Stop, when they find a Lion in their Way. Wall. 
 
 So runs a Wolf, fmear'd with fome Shepherd's Blood, 
 And ftrives to gain the Shelter of a Wood, 
 Before the Darts his panting Side aflajl, 
 And claps between his Legs his fhiv'ring Tail, 
 Confcious of the audacious bloody Deed. Staff. Virg. 
 
 As when by Night, expos'd to Wind and Rain, 
 A hungry Wolf invades a Fold in vain, 
 And grins for Anger : while the tender Lambs 
 Securely lie beneath their bleating Dams : 
 His yawning Stomach gnaws for want of Food : 
 He yearns to drench his famifh'djaws in Blood. Laud.Virg. 
 
 So Wolves, the faithful Maftiffs gone, grow bold, 
 And fiercely leap into th' unguarded Fold : 
 The trembling Flock they feiz£ with eager Claws, 
 And tear their mangled Limbs with rav'ning Jaws : 
 1 Till they ftand panting with th* uneafy Load, (P. Arth. 
 O'ercloy'd with Carnage, and opprcfs'd with Blood. Blac. 
 
 So when fierce Wolves have feii'd a panting Deer, 
 But newly wounded by the Huntfman's Spear; 
 With reeking Blood they feaft their hungry Jaws ; f Arth. 
 And the warm Entrails pant beneath their Paws. Biac. K. 
 
 WOMAN. 
 
 Woman's a various and a changeful Thing. Dr. Virg. 
 
 ■ Who can defer ibe 
 
 Women's Hypocrifies, their fubde Wiles, 
 
 Betraying Smiles, feign 'd Tears, Inconstancies, 
 
 Their painted Ontfides, and corrupted Minds, 
 
 The Sum of all their Follies, and their Falfehoods ? Oc.OrpK 
 
 . ■ What Faith can be in Woman ? 
 The very Fragments of rhe whole Creation, 
 Whofe fever'd Souls, like many parted Miirours, 
 
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 Reflect the Face of all Mankind at once : 
 Who, with their weeping Smiles and laughing Tears, 
 Were they allow'd a Heav'n, as fure they, are not, 
 Would tempt the Angels to a fecond Fall. Lee. Mad. of Par. 
 
 O Woman ! Woman ! 
 
 Dear, damn'd, inconftant Sex ! Dryd. All for Love. 
 
 Man fcarce had feen the firft refplendent Light, 
 Ere Woman brought forth everlafting Night: 
 Damn'd Pride invited her at firft to hn j 
 Ambition then the Devil ufher'd in : 
 Thofe for ten thoufand more have Inlets made, 
 And now (he's Miftrefs of the Devil's Trade • 
 She'll tempt, lie, cozen, fwear, betray, and cheat y 
 Hell's blackeft Arts ten thoufand times repeat: 
 Nor Laws, nor Goodnefs could her Thoughts deter, 
 And Satan was foreftal'd in feeing her : 
 Such is the Rage of her infected Mind, 
 She damns the Race and Stock of poor Mankind. Roch.. 
 
 For fince the Conqueft Satan made on Eve, 
 'Thas been the Sexes Bus'nefs to deceive. South. Difap.. 
 
 — I've made 
 
 A Study of the Sex, and found it frail : 
 The black, the brown, the fair, the old, the young, 
 Are earrhly-minded all : There's not a She, 
 Thecoldeft Conftitution of her Sc^ 
 Nay, at the Altar, telling o'er her Beads, 
 But fome one rifes on her heavily Thoughts, . 
 That drives her down the Wind of ftrong Derive, 
 And makes her tafte Mortality. again. South. Difap. 
 
 How poor a Thing is he, how worthy Scorn, 
 Who leaves the Guidance of imperial Manhood, 
 To fuch a paultry Piece of Stuff as this is ! 
 A Moppet made of Prettinefs and Pride ; 
 That oft'ner does her giddy Fanfies change, 
 Than glitt'ring Dew-drops in the Sun do Colours : 
 Now Shame upon it j was our Reafon giv'n 
 For fuch a Ufe, to be thus puff'd about, 
 Like a dry Leaf, an idle Straw, a Feather, 
 The Sport of ev'ry whittling Wind that blows ? 
 Befhrew my Heart, but it is wond'rous ftrange : 
 Sure there is fomething more than Witchcraft in there, 
 That matters ev'n the wifeft of us all. Rowe. J. Shore. 
 
 . O Woman, Woman ! 
 
 Whence comes your Empire o'er us ? Sure we at firft 
 Were meant the Mafters ; but by fome ftrange Turn, 
 Some molt prodigious Whirl of uniix'd Fare, 
 Tbcfubtile Sex has chang'd the Laws of Heav'n : 
 
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 Heaf'n, when it made them, meant them to obey, 
 Defign'd them Slaves, who now have learnt to fway : 
 To them the Heros of the Earth fall down, 
 Pleas'd when they fmile ; bur dying if they frown : 
 To them we offer up our frequent Pray'rs ; -j 
 
 They move above our Heads in higher Spheres, V 
 
 And the large Rule of all the World is theirs. Hopk. Ov.J^ 
 O Sex for Subtlety and Mifchief fram'd ! Sm. P. of Parm. 
 ■ O Woman! Woman ! 
 
 What can I call thee more ? if lefs, 'twere Devil! 
 Sure thine's a Race was never got by Adam, 
 But Eve play'd falfe, engend'ring with the Serpent ; 
 
 Her own Part worfe than his. Dryd. Duke of Guife. 
 
 Who trufts his Heart with Woman's furely loll : 
 You were made fair on purpofe to undo us ; 
 Whilft greedily wefnatch th'alluring Bait, 
 And ne'er diftruft the Poifon that it hides. Otw. Orph. 
 
 For Women have fantaftick Conftkutions, 
 Inconftant as their Willies, ever wavering, 
 And never fix'd. — — — Otw. Ven. Pref. 
 Their Humours are not to be won, 
 But when they are impos'd upon : 
 For Love approves of all they do, 
 Who ftand for Candidates and woo* Hud, 
 
 — — Nature made 
 
 Nothing but Woman dangerous and fair. Dryd. Temp. 
 Pity fo fair a Frame fo foul was made. Dr. State oi inn, 
 Shun them, MafTma, as thou would'it thy Fate j 
 As things which by Antipathy we hate : 
 Not all the Horrour of a oloody War, 
 Not Lions, Tigers, fuch hid Fury bear : 
 They are all Grief, when they appear all Joy; 
 Like Lightning, while they glitter^ the.y.deftroy. Lee.Soph, 
 
 Mankindfrom Adam have been Woman's Fools: 
 Women from Eve have been the Devil's Tools : 
 Heav'n might have fpav'd one Torment when we fell ; 
 Not left us Woman, or not threaten'd Hell. Lankf.She-Gal. 
 
 Our Serpents, tho' new-born, are pois'nous ftill ; 
 And Women, ne'er fo young, have Craft and Guile. Sedl. 
 
 (Ant. & Cleop, 
 Thou haft in Camps and fighting Fields been bred, 
 Unknowing in the Subtleties of Women : 
 It is the conftant Courtage of their Sex, 
 One of the common Arts they pra&ife on us, 
 To figh and weep, then when their Hearts beat high 
 With Expectation of the coming Joy. Rowe. Fair'Pec 
 Prophet, take Notice I. difclaim tbyParadife: 
 
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 Thy fragrant Bow'rs, and everlading Shades : 
 Thou baft plac'd Woman there, and all rhy Joys are tainted. 
 (Rowe. Tamer). Spoken by Bajaz.et. 
 
 And yet this tough, impra&icable Heart 
 Is govern'd by a dainty iinger'd Girl : 
 Such Flaws are found in the mod worthy Natures j 
 A laughing, toying, wheadling, whimp'ring She 
 Shall make him amble on a Goffip's MefTage, 
 And take the Didaff with a Hand as patient. 
 As e'er did Hercules. Rowe. J. Shore. 
 
 Who to a Woman truds his Peace of Mind, 
 Trufts a frail Bark with a tempeduous Wind : 
 Of all the Plagues with which the World is curd, 
 Of ev'ry 111 a Woman is the word : 
 
 Trud not a Woman. 
 
 Enticing Crocodiles, whofe Tears are Death j 
 Sirens, that murder with enchanting Breath : 
 Like Egypts Temples, dazling to the Sight, 
 Pompoufly deck'd, all gawdy, gay, and bright, 
 With glitt'ring Gold, andfparkling Gems they fliine j 
 But Apes and Monkeys are rhe Gods within. Lanf.Br.Ench. 
 
 What lading Pleafures can from Woman fpring? 
 Woman, that various and that changeful Thing I 
 Fleeting and anxious are the Joys we gain ; 
 But ftrbng and lading, as the Caufe, the Pain : 
 All (how themfelves, only by Show they're won ; T 
 
 And, to their Ruin, Truth they're Cure to fhun, £ 
 
 And hug Deceit, by which they are undone. Brown. J 
 
 The Bard, who charm'd the Shades, made Furies weep, 
 And lull'd the Damn'd, amidft their Pains, to Sleep j 
 Who Panthers could reclaim, or Beads more fell, 
 Could not the Rage of furious Woman quell : 
 Her wilder Heart no Pow'r of Sound could tame, 
 While the Creation melted with his Flame. Hig.Gen.Conq. 
 
 — The Brave 
 
 Should {"corn the Snares of that deluding Sex ; 
 
 Nor facrifice, to fuch a Toy as Woman, 
 
 Their Intered, their Happinefs and Fame: 
 
 With Women always they mod Favour rind, 
 
 Who have the lead of Merit. Hig. Gen. Conq: 
 
 For Women, with a Mifchief to their Kind, 
 Pervert with bad Advice, our better Mind : 
 A Woman's Counfel brought us fird to Woe, 
 And made her Man his Paradife forego ; 
 Where at Heart's Eafe he liv'd, and might have been 
 As free from Sorrow, as he was from Sin : 
 For, what the Devil had their Sex to do, 
 
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 That, born to Folly, they prefum'd to know, 
 And could not fee the Serpent in the Grafs ? 
 But I my felfprefume, and let ir pafs. 
 Silence in Times of SufT'ring is the beft: 
 'Tis dang'rous to difturb a Hornet's Neft. 
 In other Authors you may find enough ; 
 But all they fay of Dames is idle Stuff; 
 Legends of lying Wits, together bound; 
 The Wife of Bath would throw them to the Ground: 
 Thefe are the Words of Chanticleer, not mine ; 
 I honour Dames ; and think their Sex divine. Dr. Chauc. 
 
 (The Cock and the Fox. 
 Hear this, Prophaners of the Sex divine, 
 Who fanfy, Women without Souls were born, 
 And call the Glory of the whole Creation, 
 A dazling Clay, a Lump of fhining Earth, 
 Excluded from the Profpecl of Futurities $ 
 Or Idols of a Day, who die for ever, 
 And to their Nothing, with the Brutes return. 
 
 ■ Women 
 
 Wereform'd to blefs, and (lamp Perfection on us. 
 Man was, at firft, a rude, unpolifh Mafs, 
 'Till Nature fram'd that charming Creature, Woman: 
 All kind and foft, all tender and divine. 
 To mend our Faults, to mould us into Virtue j 
 And, by the Sweets of her refining Goodnefs, 
 Prepare our Tafte for never-endingjoys. Smith. P. of Parm, 
 Woman is foft, and of a tender Heart, 
 
 Apt to receive, and to retain Love's Dart : 
 
 Man has a Breaft robuft, and more fecure ; 
 It wounds him not fo deep, nor hits fo fure. Cong. Ovid. 
 Cur ft Vafialage of Womankind ! 
 
 Firft idoliz/d, till Love's hot Fit be o'er ; 
 
 Then Slaves to thofe, who courted us before. D. St. of Inn. 
 How fierce a Friend is PafTion ! with what Wildnefs, 
 
 What Tyranny untam'd it reigns in Woman ! 
 
 Unhappy Sex, whofe yielding eafy Temper 
 
 Gives way to ev'ry Appetite alike ; 
 
 EachGult of Inclination, unconrroul'd, 
 
 "Sweeps thro' their Souls, and fets them in an Uproar : 
 
 Each Motion of the Heart rifesto Fury ; 
 
 And Love in their weak Bofoms is a Rage, 
 
 As terrible as Hate, and as deftru&ive : 
 
 So the Wind roars o'er the wide fenfelefs Ocean, 
 
 And heaves the Billows of the boiling Deep ; 
 
 Alike from North, from South, from Eaft and Weft, 
 
 With equal Force the Tempeft blows by Turns, 
 
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 From ev'ry Corner of the Seaman's Com pafs. Rowe.J.Shor. 
 
 When Love once pleads Admiflion to our Hearts, 
 In fpight of all the Virtue we can boaft, 
 The Woman, that deliberates, is loft. Add. Cato, 
 
 Mark, by what partial Juftice we are judg'd : 
 Such is the Fate unhappy Women find ; 
 And fuch the Curfe intail'd upon our Kind j 
 That Man, the lawlefs Libertine, may rove, 
 Free and unqueftion'd, thro' the Wilds of Love: 
 While Woman, Senfe and Nature's eafy Fool, 
 If poor weak Woman fwerve from Virtue's Rule; 
 If, ftrongly charm'd, (he leave the thorny Way, 
 And in the fwifter Charms of Pleafure ftray j 
 Ruin enfues ; Reproach andendlefs Shame,. 
 And one falfe Step intirely damns her Fame : 
 In vain with Tears the Lofs fhe may deplore j y> 
 
 In vain look back to what fhe was before ; S 
 
 She fers, like Stars that fall, to rife no more. RoweJ.Sho. S 
 
 He knew the ftormy. Souls of Womankind ; 
 What fecret Springs their eager Paffions move, 
 How capable of. Death for injur'd Love. Dryd. Virg. 
 
 What will not Women do, when Need infpires 
 Their. Wit ;. or Love their Inclination fires ! Dryd. Bocc. 
 
 (Sig. & Guifc. 
 For to a Woman of het Hopes beguil'd, 
 A Viper,, trod on, or an Afpick's mild. Beaum. Span. Cur, 
 
 Too much your Sex is by fet Forms confin'd, 
 Severe to all, but moft to Womankind ; 
 Cuftom, grown blind with Age, muft be your Guide, 
 YourPleaiure is a Vice, but not your Pride: 
 By Nature yielding, ftubborn but for Fame ; 
 Made Slaves by Honour, and made Fools by Shame : 
 Marriage may all thofe petty Tyrants chace, 
 But fets up one,, a greater,,. in their Place : 
 Well might you wifh for Change, by, thofe accurft, 
 But the laft Tyrant ever proves the worft : 
 Still in Conftraint your fufPring Sex remains, 
 Or bound in formal, or in real, Chains: 
 Whole Years neglected,, for fome Months ador'd a 
 The fawning Servant turns a, haughty Lord : 
 Ah .' Quit not the free Innocence of Life j 
 For the dull Glory, of a virtuous Wife ; 
 Kor let falfe Shows, or empty Titles pleafe ; 
 Aim not at Joy, but reft content with Eafe. Pope. 
 
 The wittieft Men arc all but Womens Tools,, 
 Tis our Prerogative to make them Fools : 
 
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 For one fvveet Look, the Rkh the Beaux, the Braves, 
 And all Mankind, run headlong to he Slaves : 
 Ours is the Harveft, which tbofe Indians mow ; 
 They plough the Deep, but we reap what they fow. Dryd. 
 
 (Love Triumph. 
 Womankind more Joy difcovers, 
 Making Fools, than keeping Lovers. Roch. 
 
 -■ Infpireme, Woman! 
 
 That, what my Soul defires above the World, 
 
 May feem impos'd and forc'd on my Affedtion. Lee.Theod. 
 
 Thefe Women are fuch cunning Purveyors ! 
 Mark, where their Appetites have once been pleas'd, 
 The fame Refemblance in a younger Lover, 
 Lies brooding in their Fanfies the fame Pleafu-res, 
 And urges their Remembrance to Defire. Dryd. OEdip* 
 
 Tho' Hearts for Hearts uncertainly prevail, 
 Riches and Pow'r are Baits that never fail : 
 He makes moft Progrefs in a Woman's Breafl, 
 Wha proffers higheft, not who loves her bed. Lanf.H.Love. 
 
 So many Shapes have Women for Deceit, (of Ven. 
 
 That ev'ry Man's a Fool, when we think fir. Lanfd. Jew 
 
 Women are like Tricks by flight of Hand, 
 Which to admire we fhould not underftand. Con.L. for Lo, 
 
 The Queftion, whofe Solution I require, 
 Is, what the Sex of Women moft defire : 
 One was for Wealth, another was for Place ; 
 Crones, old and ugly, wifh'd a better Face : 
 The Widow's. Wi/h was oftentimes to wed ; 
 The wanton Maids were all for Sport a-bed : 
 Some faid, the Sex were pleas'd with handfome Lies ; 
 And fome grofs Flatt'ry lov'd without Difguife : 
 Truth is, (ays one, he feldom fails to win, 
 Who flatters well: for that's our darling Sin : 
 But long Attendance, and a duteous Mind, 
 Will work ev'n with the wifeft of the K.ind. 
 One thought the Sexes prime Felicity 
 Was from the Bonds of Wedlock to be free $ 
 Their Pleafures, Hours, and Actions, ail their own, 
 And, uncontroul'd, to give Account to none. 
 And fome Men fay, that great Delight have we, 
 To be for Truth extol'd, and Secrefy.; 
 And conftant to one Purpofe ftill to dwell ; 
 And notour Husband's Counfcl to reveal: 
 But that's a Fable : for our Sex is frail, 
 Inventing, rather than not tell, a Tale : 
 Like leaky Sieves, no Secret we can hold, 
 
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 What all your Sex defire is Soveraignry. 
 The Wife affe&s her Husband to command : 
 AU mu!v be hers ; both Money, Houfeand Land : 
 The Maids arc Miftreflesev'n in their Name j 
 And of th^ir Servants full Dominion claim. 
 A blunt plain Truth the Sex afpires to fway j 
 You, to rule all 5 while we, like Slaves, obey. Dr. Chauc. 
 
 (The Wife of Bath's Tale. 
 
 WOODSTOCK. 
 
 From Fields of Death to Woodftock's peaceful Glooms, 
 The Poets Haunt, Britannia's Hero comes : 
 Begin, my Mufe, and foftly touch the String: 
 Here Henry lov'd, and Chaucer learn'd to ting. 
 Hail fabled Grotto ! Hail Elyfian Soil : 
 Thou faireft Spot of fair Britannia's Ifle ! 
 Where Kings of old, conceal'd, forgot the Throne % 
 And Beauty was content to Chine unknown : 
 Where Love and War by Turns Pavilions rear, 
 And Henry's Bowr's near Blenheim's Dome appear: 
 The weary 'd Champion lull in foft Alcoves; 
 The nobleft Boaft of thy Romantick Groves : 
 ,9\ if r rhe M ,ufe prefage, fliaii he be feen 
 r>y Rofamilnda, fleeting o'er the Green ; 
 In Dreams be hail'd by Heroe's mighty Shades; 
 Or hear old Chaucer warble thro' the Glades ; 
 O'er the fam'd echoing Vaults his Name fhall bound, 
 And Hill to Hill reflect the fav'rite Sound. 
 Here, here at lead thy Love for Arms give o'er, 
 Nor, one World conquei'd, fondly wifli for more : 
 Vice of great Souls alone, O Thirft of Fame! 
 The Mufe admires it, while fhe drives to blame : 
 Thy Toils be now to chace the bounding Deer; 
 Or view the Courfers ftretch in wild Career : 
 This lovely Scene fhall footh thy Soul to Reft. 
 And wear each dreadful Image from thy Breaft : 
 No Cares henceforth fhall thy Repofe deflroy ; 
 But, what thou giv'ft the World, thy felf enjoy. 
 When Strangers from far diftant Climes fhall come, 
 To view the Pomp of this triumphant Dome; 
 Where, rear'd aloft, difiemblcd Tiophies ftand, 
 And breathing Labours of the Sculpioi's Hand: 
 Where Kneller's Art fhall paint the flying Gaul, 
 And Bourbon's Woes fhall rill the ftory'd Wall ; 
 Heirs of thy Blood fhall, o'er their bounteous Board, 
 Fix Europe's Guard, thy monumental Sword ; 
 
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 Banners, that oft have wav'd on conquev'd VValls j 
 
 And Trumps, that drown'd the Groans of gafping Gauls : 
 
 Of Churchill's Race perhaps fome lovely Boy 
 
 Shall mark the burnifh'd Steel that hangs on high j 
 
 Shall gaze, tranfported, on its glitt'ring Charms, 
 
 And reach it ftruggling with unequal Arms : 
 
 By Signs the Drum's tumultuous Sound requeit ; 
 
 Then feek, in Starts, the huihing Mother's Brsaft. 
 
 So, in the Painter's animated Frame, 
 
 Where Mars embraces the foft Paphian Dame ; 
 
 The little Loves in Sport his Fauchion wield ; 
 
 Or join their Strength to heave his pond'rous Shield : 
 
 One ftrokes the Plume in Tityus' Gore imbru'd ; 
 
 And one the Spear, that reeks with Typhon's Blood : 
 
 Another's Infant- Brows the Helm fuftain : 
 
 He nods his Creft, and frights the fhrieking Train. Tickell. 
 
 WOOING. 
 
 I am unpraclis'd in the Art of Courtfhip, 
 And know not how to deal Love out with Art : 
 Onfets in Love feem beft, like thofe in War, 
 Fierce, refolute, and done with all the Force $ 
 So I would open my whole Heart at once, 
 And pour out the Abundance of my Soul. Otw. Oi ph. 
 
 > O Beauteous Maid ! — - 
 
 O thou, to whom my Vows were ever paid. 
 And with fuch modelt, chafte, and pure Affection, 
 The coldeft Nymph might read them without blufhing. 
 
 (Lee.OEdjp. 
 
 For ycu I'd quit my Crown, and (loop beneath 
 The happy Bondage of an humble Wife : 
 With thee I'd climb the fteepy Ida's Summer, 
 And in the fcorching Heat, and chilly Dews, 
 O'er Hills, o'er Vales, purfue the fhaggy Lion, 
 Carelefs of Danger, and of waiting Toil, 
 Of pinching Hunger, and impatient Third, 
 I'd find all Joys in thee. ; Smith. Phaed. 5c Hip. 
 
 Did you but know what 'tis to love like me; 
 Without a Dawn of Blifs to dream all Day, 
 To pafs the Night in broken Sleeps away, 
 Tofs'd in the reiilefs Tides of Hopes and Fears, 
 With Eyes forever running o'er with Tears; 
 To leave my Couch, and fly to Beds of Flow'rs, *} 
 
 T' invoke the Stars, to curfe the dragging Hours, > 
 
 To talk, like Madmen, to the Groves and Bow'rs : S 
 
 Could you know this, yet blame my tortu-r'd Love, 
 
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 If thus it throws my Body at your Feet: 
 
 Oh ! fly not hence : — — 
 
 Vouchfafe but juft to view me in Defpair, 
 
 I ask not Love, but Pity from the Fair. Lee. P. of Cleve. 
 
 O let me kneel, and fwear, 
 
 And on thy Hand feal my religious Vow : 
 Strait let the Breath of Gods blow me from Earth, 
 Swept from the Book of Fame, forgotten ever, 
 If I prefer thee not, O Athenais, 
 To all the Periian Greatnefs. - 
 
 ; — I will do ev'ry Thing, 
 
 Which Athenais bids: If there be more 
 In Nature to convince her of my Love, 
 Whifper it, O fome God, into my Ear j 
 And on her Breads thus to her lift'ning Soul 
 I'll breathe the Infpiration. Lee.Theod. 
 
 O Athenais, what fhall I do, or fay, 
 
 To gain the Thing I wifh ? 
 
 Thus to approach thee ftill,thus to behold thee ! Lee.Theo. 
 
 And thou, my Fair, my Dove, fhalt raife thy Thought 
 To greatnefs next to Empire; (hall be brought; 
 With folemn Pomp, to my paternal Seat, 
 Where Peace and Plenty on thy Word mall wait : 
 Mufick and Song (hall wake the Marriage-Day, *J 
 
 And, while the Priefts accufe the Bride Y Delay*. % 
 
 Myrtles and Rofes (hall obftruft her way. J 
 
 Friend/hip fhall ftill thy ev'ning Feafts adorn, 
 And blooming Peace (hall ever blefs thy Morn : 
 Succeeding Years their happy Race fhall run ; 
 And Age, unheeded by Delight, come on : 
 While yet fuperiour Love fhall mock his Pow'r, 
 And when old Time fhall turn the fated Hour } 
 Which only can our well-ty'd Knot unfold. 
 What refts of both one Sepulchre fhould hold : 
 
 Hence then for ever from my Emma's Breaft, 
 That Heav'n ofSoftnefs, and that Seat of Reft, 
 Ye Doubts and Fears, and all that knew to move > 
 
 Tormenting Grief, and all th9t trouble Love ; £ 
 
 Scatter'd by Winds recede, and wild in Forefts rove. Prior. 3 
 
 Friendfhip's great Laws, and Love's fuperiour Pow'r, 
 Muft mark rhe Colour of my future Hour: 
 From the Events which thy. Commands create, T 
 
 I muft my BlefTings or my Sorrows date, S 
 
 And Henry's Will muft dictate Emma's Fare. J 
 
 Yet while with clofe Delight and inward Pride, 
 Which from the World my careful Soul fhall hide, 
 
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 I fee thee, Lord and End of my Defire, 
 
 Exalted high as Virtue can require ; 
 
 With Pow'r inverted, and with Pleafurc chear'd, 
 
 Sought by the Good, and by th' Oppreflbur fear'd ; 
 
 Loaded and bleft with all the affluent Store, 
 
 Which human Vows at fmoking Shrines implore j 
 
 Grateful and humble grant me to employ 
 
 My Life, fubfervient only to thy Joy ; 
 
 And at my Death to blefs thy Kindnefs (hewn 
 
 To her, who of Mankind, could love but thee alone. Prior. 
 
 ■ O Armida, 
 
 Why wert thou form'd fo exquifitely fair, 
 The Angel ftamp'd upon that beauteous Face, 
 Without a Mind proportion'd to thy Form ? 
 Bright as a Star, why wilt thou not pour down 
 Propitious Influence to preferve Mankind ? 
 But, like a Comet, witn portentous Blaze 
 Of threat'ning Beauty ftiine ; and, arm'd with Fate, 
 Prefage Deftru&ion ; and the Fall of Kings ? Hig.Gen.Con, 
 
 — — O I will woo thee 
 
 With Sighs fo moving, with fo warm aTranfport, 
 That thou {halt catch the gentle Flame from me, 
 And kindle into Joy. Rowe. Fair Pen. 
 
 O I behold thee as my Pledge af Happinefs, 
 And know none fair, none excellent befidc thee : 
 I ftill will love thee with unweary'd Conftancy, 
 Thro* ev'ry Seafon, ev'ry Change of Life ; (Ten, 
 
 Thro* wrinkled Age, thro* Sicknefs and Misfortune. Ro.Fa. 
 
 Can I behold thee, and notfpeak of Love? 
 Ev'n now, thus iadly as thou ftand'ft before me, 
 Thus defolate, dejected, and forlorn, 
 Thy Softnefs fteals upon my yielding Scnfes, 
 'Till my Soul faints, and fickens with Defire: 
 How can ft thou give this Motion to my Heart, 
 And bid my Tongue be ftill ? Rowe. J. Shore. 
 
 To thee my fecret Soul more lowly bends, 
 Than Forms of outward Worfhip can exprefs. Rowe. Tarn. 
 
 If it were poftiblc my Heart could ftray, 
 One Look from thee would call it back again, 
 And fix the Wanderer for ever thine. Rowe. Tamerl. 
 
 My fond Eyes gaze with Joy and Rapture on thee; 
 Angels and Light it felf are not fo fair. Rowe. Tamerl. 
 
 Which Way, Lucina, hope you to efcape 
 The Cenfurc both of tyrannous and proud, 
 While your Admirers languifh by your Eyes, 
 And at your Feet an Emperor defpairs : 
 Gods ! Why was I mark'd out of all your Brood 
 
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 To ftrffer tamely under mortal Hate ? 
 
 Is it not I that do protect your Shrines ? 
 
 Am Author of your Sacrifice and Pray'rs ? 
 
 Forc'd by whofe great Commands the knowing World 
 
 Submits to own your Beings and your Pow'r j 
 
 And muft I feel the Torments of Neglect, 
 
 Betray'd by Love to be the Slave of Scorn ? 
 
 But 'tis not you, poor harmlefs Deities, 
 
 That can make Valentinian figh and mourn : 
 
 Alas ! all Power is in Lucina's Eyes ! 
 
 How foon could I (hake off this Ipeavy Earth, 
 
 Which makes me little lower than your felves, 
 
 And fit in Heav'n an Equal with the firft ! 
 
 But Love bids me purfue a nobler Aim, 
 
 Continue mortal, and Lucina's Slave, 
 
 From whofe fair Eyes, would Pity take my Parr, 
 
 And bend her Will to fave a bleeding Heart, 
 
 I in her Arms fuch Bleflings fhould obtain, 
 
 For which th'unenvy'd Gods might wifh in vain. 
 
 Let me, from tedious Toils of Empire free, 
 The fervile Pride of Government defpife ; 
 Find Peace, and Joy, and Love, and Heav'n in thee, 
 And feek for all my Glory in thefe Eyes. Roch. Valent. 
 You, like the Sun, great Sir, are plac'd above, 
 
 I, a low Myrtle in the humble Vale, 
 
 May flouvifh by your diitant Influence : 
 
 But ftiould you bend your Glories nearer me, 
 
 Such fatal Favour withers me to Dull: 
 
 Or I in fooliih Gratitude afpire 
 
 To kifs your Feet, by whom I live and grow, 
 
 To fuch a Height, I fhould in vain afpire, 
 
 Who am already rooted here below: 
 
 Fixt in my Maximus's Breaft I lie ; 
 
 Torn from that Bed, like gather'd Flow'rs, I die. 
 Ceafe to opp'efs me with ten thoufand Charms; 
 
 There needs no Succour to prevailing Arms: 
 
 Your Beauty had fubdu'd my Heart before, 
 
 Such Virtue could alone enflavc me more. 
 
 I burn, Lucina, like a Field of Corn, 
 
 By flowing Streams of kindled Flames o'erborn, 
 
 When North Winds drive the Torrent with a Storm. 
 
 Thofe Fires into my Bofom you have thrown, 
 
 And muft in Pity quench them in your own. Roch. Valent. 
 I'm fill'd with fuch Amaze, 
 
 So far tranfported with Delire and Love, 
 
 My flipp'ry Soul flows to you while I fpeak. Roch. Valent. 
 O I could talk to you for ever: thus 
 
 Eternally admiring, fix, and gaze On 
 
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 On thofe dear Eyes, for ev'ry Glance they fend, 
 
 Darts thro' my Soul, and almoil gives Enjoyment. Otw. ©rph. 
 
 My Care (hall be to pay Devotion here ; 
 At this fair Shrine to lay my Laurels down, 
 And raife Love's Altar on the Spoils of Vi ar. 
 Conqueft and Triumph now are mine no more ; 
 Nor will I Victory in Camps adore : 
 For, ling'ring there, in long Sufpenfe Hie (lands, 
 Shirting the Prize in unrefolving Hands : 
 Unus'd to wait, I broke thro' her Delay ; 
 Fix'd her by Force, and fnatch'd the doubtful Day: 
 Now late I find, that War is but her Sport j 
 In Love the Goddefs keeps her awful Court : 
 Fickle in Fields, unfteadily (he flies, 
 But rules with fettled Sway in Zara's Eyes. Cong. M. Bride, 
 
 Exquinte Charmer! Now by Orofmades 
 I fwear, thy each foft Accent melrs my Soul : 
 The Joy of Conqueft, and immortal Triumph, 
 Honour and Greatnefs, all that fires the Hero 
 To high Exploits and everlafting Fame, 
 Grows vile in Sight of thee. My haughty Soul, 
 By Nature fierce, and panring after Glory, 
 Could be content to live obfcure with thee, 
 Forgotten and unknown of all but my Ameftris. 
 
 No, Son of Great Arfaces, tho' my Soul 
 Shares in my Sexes Weaknefs, and would fly 
 From Noife and Faclion, and from fatal Greatnefs: 
 Yet for thy Sake, thou Idol of my Heart, 
 
 For thy lov'd Sake, fpight of my boding Fears., 
 
 I'll meet the Danger which Ambition brings, 
 
 And tread one Path with thee. — — 
 
 Forbear to argue, with that Angel Face, 
 
 Againft the Paflion thou wert form'd to raife : 
 
 Alas! thy frozen Heart has only known 
 
 Love in Reverfe, not tafted of its Joys ; 
 
 The Wifhes, foft Defires, and pleafing Pains, 
 
 That centre all in moft ecftatick Blifs : 
 
 O lovely Maid, mifpend no more that Treafure 
 
 Of Youth and Charms, which lavifh Nature gives: 
 
 The Paphian Goddefs frowns at thy Delay ; 
 
 By her fair felf, and by her Son, (he fwears, 
 
 Thy Beauties are devoted to her Service. 
 
 Now! now (he flioots her Fires into my Breaft, 
 
 She urges my Defires, and bids me feize thee, 
 
 And bear thee, as a Vi&im, to her Altar, 
 
 Then offer up ten thoufand thoufand foyr, 
 
 As an Amends for all thy former Colaneli,. Rowe.Am.Step. 
 
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 To ev'ry Pow'r divine I will appeal, 
 Nor (hall thy Beauty bi ibe them to be partial ; 
 Their Altars now expedl us. Come, fair Saint, 
 And if thou wilt abide their righteous Doom, 
 Their Juftice muft decree my Happinefs, 
 Reward my Suff'rings, and my Flame approve; Stepm. 
 For they themfelves have felt the Pow'r of Love. Row.Amb. 
 
 I am all Love, and thou all over Charms, 
 Thou haft no Equal : a fuperiour Ray, 
 Unrival'd as the Light that rules the Day. Lanfd.Br.Ench. 
 
 I have a Kind of Self refides in you. Dr. Troil. & Cref. 
 
 — — Thou art the Blood of Heav'n, 
 The kindeft Influence of the teeming Stars ; 
 A God thy Father was, a Goddefs was his Wife ; 
 The Wood-Nymphs found thee on a Bed of Rofes, 
 Lapt in the Sweets and Beauties of the Spring ; 
 Diana fofter'd thee with Nedtar Dews, 
 Thus tender, blooming, chafte, (he gave me thee, 
 To build a Temple facred to her Name. Lee. L.J. Brut. 
 
 Know then, Eudofia! Ah! rather let me call thee 
 By the lov'd Name of Athenais ftill: 
 That Name, which I fo often have invok'd ! 
 And which was once anfpicious to my Vows : 
 So oft at Midnight figh'd among the Groves ! 
 The River's Murmur, and the Echo's Burthen, 
 Which ev'ry Bird could iing, and Wind did bear ! 
 By that dear Name I make this Protcftation : 
 By all that's good on Earth, or bleft in Heav'n, 
 1 iwear I love thee more, far more than ever. Lee. Theod. 
 
 O how, Semanthe, how (hall I convince thee ? 
 What (hall I fay, or how {hall I proteft, 
 
 To conquer thy Belief? 
 
 Couid'ft tbou difcern the Workings of my Soul, 
 
 Pafs thro' this Bofom to my throbbing Heart ; 
 
 O, there thou would'ft, behold thy heav'nly Form 
 
 Deep writ, and never to be raz.'d away. 
 
 Why doft thou take thy Beauties from my Eyes ? 
 
 Like the Sun-Flow'r, my folded Glories fade 
 
 Perifh and die unlefs thou fhine upon me. South.Loy. Broth. 
 
 For what you are I'm fill'd with fuch Amaze, 
 My flipp'ry Soul flows to you while I fpeak. Roch. Valent. 
 
 Pleafure flows dreaming from thofe lovely Eyes, 
 And with its Sweetnefs overcomes my Soul. Den.Rin.&Ar. 
 
 Why wert thou form'd with that furpaffing Beauty, 
 That might tranfport an Angel from his Sphere, 
 And fix him by divine Refemblance here ? Den.Rin.5c Arm. 
 
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 O, were the World return'd to antient Chaos, 
 Thy Looks would force the warring Elements 
 Into a facred Order, and beget 
 A Harmony like this they now enjoy. D'Aven. Albovine. 
 
 What Queens are thofe, of moll celeftial Form, 
 Whofe Charms can drive thy Image from my Breaft,. 
 O, were they caft in Nature's faireft Mould, 
 Brighter than Cynthia's (hining Train of Stars, 
 Kind as the fofteft She that ever clafp'd 
 Her Lover, when the bridal Night was pad, 
 I fwear, I would prefer thee, O Cleone, 
 With all thy Scorn and cold indifference, 
 Would chute to languifli and to die for thee, 
 Much raher than be bleft, and live for them. Rowe. AmK 
 
 O, thou diftUrb'ft me with fuch charming Pleafurc, 
 I love, and tremble, as at Angel's View. Dr. D. of Guifc. 
 
 What fays my Fair ? Drive Arhenais from me ! 
 Start me not into frenzy, left I rail 
 At all Religion, and fall out with Heav'n : 
 And what is (he, alas 1 that fhould fupplant thee ? 
 Were (he the Miftrefs of the World, as fair 
 As Winter Stars, or Summer ferting Suns, 
 And thou fet by in Nature's plaineft Drefs, 
 With that chafre modeft Look when firft I faw thee, 
 The Heirefs of a poor Philofopher ; 
 1 fwear by all I with, by all Hove, 
 Glory and thee, I would not lofe a Thought, 
 Nor caft an Eye that way, but rufhto thee, 
 To thefe lov'd Arms, ana* lofe myfelf for ever* Lse.Theod, 
 
 O flop not here! for ever blefs my Ears 
 With the delightful Story of thy Love : 
 My Heart is ravifh'd with Excels of Joy, 
 
 Leaps in my Breaft, _ 
 
 And dances to the Mufick of thy Voice : 
 
 O my Semanthe, let me die with Rapture ; 
 
 Thus iigh my Soul out on thy Virgin Bofom, 
 
 Thus prefs thee ftill, for ever holdthee to me, 
 
 Emptying the hoarded Treafure of my Love, 
 
 'Till Life be fpent, and I fall pale before thee : 
 
 What fhall I lay to fpeak thy wond'rous Virtue * 
 
 NJy Tongue forfakes me when I would go on, 
 
 Uhcapable to form my dazling Thoughts, 
 
 Andl can only gaze, and ftill admire thee. Sou. L^y. Bro. 
 
 O fpeak again ! The Breath that tells you love, 
 Approaches \ike the gentle Winds, that move 
 Over the Tops of fragrant Flow'rs, and bring 
 To the bleft Senfe their Souls upon the Wibk. How.V Vim 
 
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 O name nor Love, the worft of all Misfortunes j 
 
 The common Ruin of my eafy Sex ; 
 Which I havefworn for everto avoid, 
 
 In Memory of all thofe haplefs Maids, (Ste^m. 
 
 That Love has plung'd in unexampled Woes. Rowe. Amb. 
 ■ — O 'tis mod true, that while 
 
 I ftand in view of thee, thy Eyes will wound me j 
 
 Thy Tongue-will make me wanton as thy Wifhes, 
 
 And, while I feel thy Hand, my Body glows. Lee. Alex. 
 ■ All Words want Senfe in Love : 
 
 But Love and I bring fuch a perfect Paflion, 
 
 So nobly pure, 'tis worthy of her Eyes, 
 
 Which, without Bluihing,fhemay juftly prize. Lee. Alex. 
 
 • Thefe Praifes, breath'd from any Lips but yours, 
 ; Lord of my Life, and Idol of my Love, 
 
 Would make me fink with Shame, of fcorn the Flatterer : 
 
 But, as they come from you, from that lov'd Mouth, 
 
 The tender Offsprings of your fond Delires, 
 
 I take thern all, ancTdieupon the Sound : 
 
 To the driv'n Air my flying Soul is faften'd $ 
 -Each Word, each Syllable you fpeak, is mine : 
 
 Yes, I am fair ! a Queen ! a Goddefs ! any thing 
 
 That my lov'd Lord is pleas'd to have me be J Lee. Mithr, 
 
 Where is my boafted Refolution now ? 
 Oh, yes ! thou art the fame : my Heart joins with thee, 
 And, to betray me, will believe thee rtill : 
 It dances to the Sounds that mov'd it firftj 
 And owns at once the Weaknefs of my Soul : 
 So when fome skilful Artift ftrikesthe Strings* 
 The magick Numbers rowze our fleeping Paifions, 
 And force us to confefs our Grief and Pleafure. Rowe.Tam. 
 
 In vain all Arts a Love-lick Virgin tries, 
 Affects to frown, andfeems feverely wifej 
 In hopes to cheat the wary Lover's Eyes : 
 If the dear Youth her Pity Arrives to move, 
 And pleads, with Tendernefs, the Caufe of Love, 
 Nature aflerts her Empire in her Heart, 
 And kindly takes the faithful Lover's Part ; 
 By Love, her felf, and Nature thus betray 'd, 
 No more (he trulls in Pride's fantaltick Aid, 
 But bids her Eyes confefs the yielding Maid. Rowe.Tam 
 
 Behold where gentle Altamont, 
 
 Kind as the fofteft Virgin of our Sex, 
 
 And faithful as the limple Village Swain, 
 
 Sighs at your Feet, and woos you to be happy. Row.F.Pen. 
 
 Hefigh'd his Paflion in fuch foft Complaints, 
 Courted with fuch a winning Modefty, 
 
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 Ev'n m his Silence eloquent : his Words 
 
 So artfully difordered, as might move 
 
 Veftals, devoted to a living Grave. Tate. Loy. Gen. 
 
 Fir ft, he began to look, 
 
 And then he figh'd, and then he look'd again; 
 At length, he laid my Eyes wounded his Heart: • 
 And, after that, hetalk'd of Flames and Fires, 
 And fuch ftrange Words, that I believe he conjur'd. Dryd, 
 
 (Mar. A- la -mode/ 
 
 — Into thefe Ears of mine, 
 
 Thefe cred'lous Ears, he pour'd the fweeteft Words 
 
 That Art or Love eould frame. Beaum. Maid. Trag;. 
 
 I know that (he deferves a Crown : 
 
 Yet 'tis to Reafon much, tho' noc to Love. Lee. Theod. 
 
 To fix her on a Throne, to me feem? little: 
 Were I a God, yet wou'd I raife her higher : 
 But oh ! I'm dar'dwith this gigantick Honour. 
 Qory forbids her Prdfped to a Crown, 
 h?jr mult (he gaze that way: my- haughty Soul, 
 That Day when fhe afcends the Throne of Cyrus, 
 Will leave my=Body pale, and to the Stars 
 Retire in Bfufhes, loll ! quite loft for ever ! 
 But fee, (he comes-! The Glory of my \,.ns ! 
 The only Bus'nefs of my inftant Thou -';-.: ! 
 My'Souls beft Joy, and all my tny *epo{e ! Lee. Theod. 
 
 He anfwers not my Glances, ftwpid Man! 
 My tender Looks, my languifhin r - Regards, 
 Are, like mif-aiming Arrows, lo:t in Air, 
 
 And mifs the flying^Prey. 
 
 Perhaps he dares not think I would be lov'd : 
 
 Then mu ft I make th' Advance ? And making iofe 
 
 The vaft Prerogative our Sex enjoys 
 
 Of being courted firit ? Courted ! To what ? 
 
 To our own Wifhes : There's the Point j but irill, 
 
 Tofpeakour Wifhes fi ft! forbid it, Pride, 
 
 Forbid it, Modefty : True, they forbid it, 
 
 But Nature does not : When we are a-rhirft, 
 
 Or hungry, will imperious Nature (lay ? 
 
 Not eat, nor drink, before 'tis bid fall on ? Dryd. Cleom. 
 
 I would, but cannot Ipeak ; 
 The Shame, that fhou'd to Woman-kind belong, 
 Flown from my Bofom, hovers on my Tonguef I>r. Cleom. 
 
 ■ W O R D S. 
 
 Men ever had, and ever will have, Leave 
 To coin new Words, well fuited to the Age : 
 
 U u i Words 
 
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 Words are like Leaves - y fome wither ev'ry Year, 
 
 And ev'ry Year a younger Race fucceeds. 
 
 And why fhouM Words challenge Eternity, 
 
 When greateft Men, and greater* Actions die ? 
 
 Ufe may revive the obfoleteft Words, 
 
 And bantfh tho(e that now are moft in Vogue : 
 
 Ufe is the Judge, the Law, and Rule of Speech. Rofc. Hor, 
 
 Words, in one Language elegantly us*d, 
 Will hardly in another be excus'd : 
 And fome, that Rome admir'd in Caefar's Time, 
 May neither fuit our Genius, nor our Clime. Rofc. 
 
 Some by old Words to Fame have made Pretence j 
 Antients in Phrafe ; meer Moderns in their Scnfe : 
 Such labour'd Nothings, in fo ftrange a Style, 
 Amaze th' Unlearn'd, and make the Learned fmHe : 
 Unlucky, as Furigofo in the Play, "> 
 
 Thefe Sparks with aukward Vanity difplay > 
 
 What the fine Gentleman wore yefterday ; > 
 
 And but fo mimick antient Wits at beft, 
 As Apes our Grandfires, in their Doublets dreft. 
 In Words, as Fafhions, the fame Rule will hold j 
 Alike fantaftick, if too new, or old : 
 Be not the firft by whom the new are try'd ; 
 Nor yet the laft to lay the old afide. Pope. 
 
 Our Sons their Fathers failing Language fee ; 
 And fuch as Chaucer is, (hall Dryden be. Pope. 
 
 My Ears will not be charm'd with founding Words, 
 Or pompous Phrafe,the Pageantry of Souls! Cong. M, Bride. 
 
 Words may be counterfeit, 
 
 Falfe-coin'd, and current only from the Tongue ; 
 
 Without the Mind : but Paflion's in the Soul, 
 
 And always fpeaks the Heavr. » South. Fat. Marr. 
 
 His Words were rough and rugged as his Fortune. Rcch. 
 
 (Valenf. 
 
 Thefe Words like Daggers enter in my Ears.Shak.Hamh 
 
 Oh! I am (truck: thy Words are Bolts or' Ice, 
 Which, fhot into my Breaft, now chill and freeze me ; 
 I chatter, fhake, and faint with thrilling Fears. Cong. 
 
 (Mourn. Bride. 
 
 Your boding Words have quite o*erwhelm'd my Mind. 
 
 (Dryd. Auren. 
 
 How much diftracled are your Thoughts, and how 
 
 Disjointed all your Words ! 
 
 The Sybils Leaves more orderly were laid. Dr. M. Queen 
 
 Difovder'd Words (hew a diftemper'd Mind,Dr.Ind.Emp. 
 
 O Words to charm an Angel from his Orb ! Dr. Spa. Fry. 
 
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 Your Words arc like the Notes of dying Swans, 
 Too fweet to laft. Dryd. All for Love. 
 
 O I will tell my News in Tc:ms fo rn;ld, 
 So tender, and fo fearful to offend, 
 As Mothers ufe to footh their fro ward Babes. Dr.Tro.ScCref- 
 
 I'll ("peak the kindeft Words, (Ind. Em p. 
 
 That Tongue e'er utter'd, or that Heart e'er thought. Dh 
 
 Go tell it all ; but in fuch artful Words, 
 Such tender Accents, and fuch melting Sounds, 
 As may appeafe his Rage.and move his Pity.Sm.Phaed.&Hip,- 
 
 He, his wonred Pride 
 
 Soon recollecting, with high Words, that bore 
 Semblance of Truth, not Snbftance, gently rais'd 
 Their fainting Courage, and difpeli'd their Fears. Milt. 
 
 (Par. Loit, 
 
 WORLD. 
 
 Is it a Pride, alas ! to pleafe the World, 
 Where honeif. Thoughts are a Reproach co Man, 
 Where -Knaves look great, and groaning Virtue ftarves,. 
 A World of Madnefs, Falfhood, and Injuilics. ? Smith. P. 
 
 (of Pain; a. 
 
 I hold the World but as a Stage, Gratiano, 
 Where ev'ry<Man mult play fome certain pur. SJiak. and 
 
 (Laufd. Jew. of Ven. 
 
 Come; the tumultuous World we'll vilit now : 
 There, to fuccefsful Vice the Virtuous bow : 
 The Pious quarrel ; Ignorance is loud : 
 All is amifs : in Schools the Wife are proud : 
 At Court, they patient Modefty defpife ; 
 Only the Impudent are fine to rife. D'Aven. Circe. 
 
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 His horrid Beard, and knotted TreiTes flood 
 StifTwith his Gore, and all his Wounds ran Blood. Den. Vire. 
 
 > They rais'd him from the Ground, 
 
 With clotted Locks; and Blocd, that well'd from our the 
 
 (Wound. Diyd. Virg. 
 They faw, from gaping Wounds, the gufhmg Blood 
 Enrich the Pavement with a noDl? Flood. Bine. P. Attn. 
 
 Struggling he lay, and wailow'd on the Ground 
 In the warm Streams, that rufr.'d from out his Wound. 
 
 (Biac. P. Auh. 
 He (truck his Head off with a fir.gle Wound ; 
 It ihr'd, and gafp'd, and bounded on the Ground . 
 
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 Thro' the Neck Veins, cut by the fatal Blade, 
 The laboring Heart warm leaping Life convey'd, 
 And all its Works of Blood the vital Engine play'd. Bl. 
 
 I've feen him when he has been all o'er Blood ; 
 And hack'd with Wounds that feem'd to mouthe his Praifes. 
 
 (Lee. Theod. 
 They jeft at Scars, that never felt a Wound. Shak. 
 
 (Rom. 5c Jul. 
 Thofe Wounds heal ill, that Men have giv'n themfelves, 
 Becaufe they give them deepeft.-— Dr. T roil. & Cref. 
 You know I ought to have a Care, 
 To keep my Wounds from taking Air j 
 For Wounds, in thofe that are all Heart, 
 Are dangerous in ev'ry Part. Hud. 
 
 WRETCH. 
 
 Down from the Woods upon a fuddain ran 
 And unknown Shape, which feem'd moreGhoft than Man 
 Meagre his Looks, down hung his dangling Beard, 
 And loathfom Filth his frightful Body fmear'd -.(Laud.Virg. 
 Leaves, ftitch'd with Thorns, a coarfe Attire, he wore. 
 
 - — — — One, whom Heav'n forfakes ; 
 One, who has tir'd Misfortune with purfuing : 
 One, driv'n about the World, like blafted Leaves 
 And Chaff, the Sport of adverfe Winds; till late, 
 At Length imprifon'd in fome Cleft of Rock, 
 Or Earth, its refts, and rotstofilent Duft. Cong. M. Bride. 
 
 Oh that my Head were laid ; my fad Eyes clos'd ; 
 And my cold Corfe wound in my Shrowd to Reft; 
 My painful Heart will never ceafe to beat, 
 Will never know a Moment's Peace till then. Rowe.}. Shore. 
 
 I fear you're on a Rock will wreck your Quiet, 
 And drown your Soul in Wretched nefs for ever. Otw.Orph. 
 
 Think you, this Solitude I now had chofen, 
 Left Joys juft op'ning to my Senfe, fought here 
 A Place to curfe my Fate in, meafur'd out 
 My Grave at length, wifh'd to have grown one Piece 
 With this cold Clay, and all without aCaufe? Otw. Orph. 
 
 My Soul is pierc'd : I'm tortur'd ev'ry where: 
 Eehold me as a Wretch forlorn and poor : 
 Imagine ev'ry Form of Mifery, (Alcibiad. 
 
 And when you've fum'd up all, then look on me. Otw. 
 
 How curfr is my Condition ! toft and juftled 
 From ev'ry Corner : Fortune's common Fool ! 
 The Jeft of Rogues, and inftrumental Afs, 
 
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 For Villains to lay Loads of Shame upon, fPref. 
 
 And drive about juft for their Eafe and Scorn ! Otw. Ven. 
 
 I am the Centre of all Miferies. (Thyeft. 
 
 What wander from me leave their proper Courfe. Crown. 
 
 My Lofs is fuch as cannot be repair'd, (A-la-mode. 
 
 And to the wretched Life can be no Mercy. Dryd. Mar. 
 
 To live, and live a Torment to my felf ! 
 What Dog would bear't, that knew but his Condition? 
 We 've little Knowledge, and that makes us Cowards, 
 Becaufe it cannot tell us what's to come. Otw. Orph. 
 
 Ye Gods ! we're taught ; that all your Works are Juftice j 
 You're painted merciful, and Friends to Innocence: 
 If fo, then why thefe leagues upon my Head ? Otw. Orph. 
 
 What means all this ? Why all this Stir ro plague 
 A fingle Wretch ? If but your Word can (hake 
 This World to Atoms, why fo much ado ('Orph. 
 
 With me ? Think me but dead, and lay me fo. Otw. 
 
 Where, where is this mod wretched of Mankind, 
 This (lately Image of imperial Sorrow, 
 Whofe Stoiy told, whofevery Name but mentioned, 
 Will cool the Rage of Fevers, and unlock 
 The Hand of Lult from the pale Virgin's Hair, 
 And throw the Raviflier before her Feet ? Lee. OEdip. 
 
 O wretched Pair! O greatly wretched we ! 
 Two Worlds of Woe < Lee. OEdip. 
 
 Hade then, let's join our well-met Hands together, 
 Unite for ever, and defie the Gods 
 To fliew a Fairfo eminently wretched. Smith. Phaed.&Hip. 
 
 The Wretched, whatfoe'er the Fates divine, 
 Expound all Omens to their own Defign. Stoneftreet. Ovid. 
 
 Th' intirely wretched need no Danger fear. Den. Lib. AfT. 
 
 Happy the Wretch foreknows his greateft WoeXaud.Virg. 
 
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 TEAR. 
 
 Fird, Spring, and Venus' kindeft Pow'rs infpire, 
 Soft Withes, melting Thoughts, and gay Dciire j 
 And warm Favonius fans th' amorous Fire. 
 Then Mother Flora, to prepare the Way, 
 Makes all the Field look glorious, green and gay, 
 And freely (catters, with a bounteous Hand, 
 Her fweeteft, faired Flowers o'er the Land : 
 Next, Heat and dufty Harved take the Place, 
 And foft Etefias fan the Sun-burnt Face: 
 
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 Then fweaty Autumn treads the noble Vine, 
 
 And flowing Bunches give immortal Wine : 
 
 Next roars the ftrong lung'd fouthern Blaft, and brings 
 
 The infant Thunder on his dreadful Wings : 
 
 Then Cold purfues, the North feverely blows, 
 
 And drives before it chilling Frofls and Snows : 
 
 And next, deep Winter creeps, grey, wrinkled, old ; 
 
 His Teeth all matter,Limbs all fhake with Cold.CreechXuc. 
 
 TOUTH. 
 
 In the Heat of Youth, 
 
 When my Blood boil'd, and Nature work'd me high. Lee Al. 
 
 For then the gay and bloomy- Fire of Youth 
 SmilM in his Face, and wanton'd in his Eyes. Broome.Hom; 
 
 — When youthful Grace, 
 
 And the firft Down began to (hade his-Face. Dryd. Auren. . 
 
 There was a Time in the gay Spring of Life, 
 When ev'ry Note was, as the mounting Lark's, 
 Merry and chearful, to falute the Morn ; 
 When all the Day was made of Melody. South. Fate of Cap. 
 
 Then Heat new bends thy ilacken'd Nerves again ; 
 And a (liort Youth runs warm in ev'ry Vein. Dr.C.ofGran. 
 
 Now thy young Cheeks frefh rofie Beauty dyes ; 
 And dancing Spirits fparkle in thy Eyes; 
 While, from th'impultive Heart, the fprightly Blood, 
 Exploded, leaps, and bounds along the Road j 
 Piercing thy Sight, and exquifite thy Taite ; 
 Thy Joints all pliant, and thy Sinews brac'd : 
 While thefe fair Hours extend their am'rous Arms,. 
 Dance-laughing by, and proffer aU their Charms ; 
 Eager advance, and catch the wilting Joy : 
 With Feafts renew'd thy eager Senfes cloy. 
 
 Ev'n now, in Bloom of Youth, and Beauties Prime, 
 Beware of coming Age, nor waile your Time : 
 Now, while you may, and rip'ning Years invite, 
 Enjoy thefeafonable, fweet Delight: 
 For rouling Years, like Mealing Waters, glide : 
 Hope not to ftop their ever-ebbing Tide : 
 Think not, Hereafter will the Lofs repay : 1 
 
 For ev'ry Morrow will the Tafte decay, > 
 
 And leave lefs Relifh of the former Day* J* 
 
 I've feen the Time, when, on that wither'd Thorn, 
 The blooming Rofe vy'd wirh the blufhing Morn : 
 With fragrant Wreaths I thence have deck'd my Head : 
 And fee, how Ieafiefs now, and how decay'd ! Cong. Ovid. 
 
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 The Snake his Skin, the Deer his Horns, may ca(V, 
 And both renew their Youth and Vigour paft : 
 But no Receipt can human Kind relieve, 
 Doom'd to decrepit Age without Reprieve : 
 Then crop the Klow'r, which yet invires your Eye, 
 And which, ungarher'd, on its Stalk muft die. Cong. Ovid. 
 
 In Youth, the boiling Blood gives Fury Vent, 
 But Men in Years more calmly Wrongs refent : 
 As Wood, when green, or as a Torch, when wet, 
 They flowly burn, but long retain their Heat ; 
 More bright is youthful Flame, but fooner dies : 
 Then fwirily feize the Joy, that fwiftly flies. Cong. Ovid. 
 
 My full-blown Yonth already fades apace ; 
 Of our fhort Being 'tis the fhorteft Space : 
 While melting Pleafures in onr Arms are found, 
 While Lovers (mile, and while the Bowl goes round ; 
 While in furpriz/ing Joys intranc'd we lie, 
 Old Age creeps on us, ere we think it nigh. Harv. Juv. 
 
 Let aoating'Age debate of Law and Right, 
 And bravely Mate the Bounds of Juft and Fit ; 
 Whofe Wiklom's but their Envy, to deftroy 
 And bar thofe Pleafures, which they can't enjoy : 
 Our blooming Years, more fprightly, and more gay, 
 By Nature were defign'd for Love and Play: 
 Youth knows no Check, but leaps weak Virtue's Fence, 
 And briskly hunts the noble Chafe of Senfe : 
 Without dull Thinking we Enjoyment trace, 
 And call that lawful, whatfoe'er does pleafe. Oldh. Ovid. 
 
 Beauty and Youth are frail : their Charms will foon de- 
 Their Luftre fades as rouling Years increafe; (cay, 
 
 And Age ftill triumphs o'er the ruin'd Face: 
 This Truth the fair, but fhort-liv'd, Lilly (hows, 
 And Prickles, that furvive the faded Rofe : 
 Learn, lovely Boy ; be with Inftruftion wife j 
 Beauty and Youth mifpent are paft Advice: 
 Then cultivate thy Mind with Wit and Fame: 
 Thofe lading Charms furvive the fun'ral Flame. Dryd.Ovid. 
 
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 Z I M R I. 
 
 A Man fo various, that he feem'd to be 
 Not one, but all Mankind's Epitome : 
 Stiff in Opinions, always in the Wrong; 
 Was ev'ry Thing by Starts, and nothing long : 
 
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 But, in the Courfe of one revolving Moon, 
 
 Was Fiddler, Chymift, Statefman and Buffoon : 
 
 Then all for Women, Painting, Rhyming, Drinking, 
 
 Befides ten thoufand Freaks that dy'd in Thinking. 
 
 Blefs'd Madman, who cou'd ev'ry Hour imploy 
 
 With fomethinff new to wifli, or to enjoy ! 
 
 Praifing and railing were his ufual Themes, 
 
 And both, to fhew his Judgment, in Extreams : 
 
 So over violent, or over civil, 
 
 Tkat ev'ry Man, with him, was God or Devil: 
 
 In fquand'ring Wealth was his peculiar Art; 
 
 Nothing went unrewarded, but Defert : 
 
 Begger'd by Fools, whom ftill he found too late : 
 
 He had his Jeft, and they had his Eftare. 
 
 He hugh'd himfelf from Court, then fought Relief 
 
 By forming Parties^ but cou'd ne'er be Chief: 
 
 Thus, wicked but in Will, of Means bereft, 
 
 He .left not Fa&ion, but of thae was left. Dr. Abf. 5c Aeh. 
 
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