\ PERKINS LIBRARY Duke University Kare Dooks V m C 4. THE ART OF ENGLISH POETRY. BjEDW. BYSSHE, Gent. Tie Fifth Edition, VOL II. LONDON: Printed by S. Buckleys and: Sold by J, Cbtircjilly D. Midwinter , W^ Taf^Q'-y N. Clipy a.id J, Browne. 1714. Digitized by tine Internet Arciiive in 2011 witii funding from Duke University Libraries Iittp://www.archive.org/details/artofenglislnpoe02byss ( 165 ) ^dR LIGHT. WHEN Goddefs! thou lift'ft up thy waken'd Head Out of the Morning's purple Bed, Thy Choir of Birds about thee play. And all the joyfull >5^orld falutes the rifing Day. All the World's Brav'ry that delights our Eyes, Is but thy fev'ral Liveries. Thou the rich Dye on them beftow'ft ! Thy nimble Pencil paints this Landskip as thou go'ft* . A crimfon Garment in the Rofe thou wear'lt, A Crown of ft'udded Gold thou bear'ft. The Virgin Lillies in their White, ^ Are clad but with the Lawn of almoft naked LightJ The Violet, Spring's little Infant, ftands -- Girt in thy purple Swadling-bands : On the fair Tulip thou doft doat. Thou cloath'ft it with a gay and party-colour 'd Coat." But the vaft Ocean of unbounded Day In the Empyrean Heav*!! does ftayj • Thy Rivers, Lakes, and Springs below, Rom thence took firft their Rife,thither at laftmuftfloW.Cooy^v Hail holy Light! Offspring of Heaven, fiift-born, > Or of th'Eternal Go-eternal Beam : Bright Effluence of bright Effence inaeate! Or hear'ft thou rather puie etherial Stream, Whofe Fountain who mall tell ? Before the Sun, Before the Heav'ns thou weri^ and at the Voice , :> Of God, as with a Mantle didft invefl i The rifing World of Waters dark and deep. Won from the void and formlefs Infinite: Thee I revifit now with bolder Wing, Efcap'd the Sfjgian Pool, tho' long detain'd In that obfcure Sojourn j while in my Flight Thro' utter, and thro' middle Darknefs born. With other Notes than to th' Orphean Lyre I fung of Chaos and Eternal Night ; * Taught by the heav'nly Mufe to venture down The dark Defcent, and up to re-afcend. Thro' hard and rare : Thee I revifit fafe. And feel thy fov'reigu vital liampj but ilOU fteYiliffl ( 266 ) Revifit'ft not thefe Eyes, that roll in vain To find thy pieicing Ray, and find no Dawn : So thick a Drop Serene has quench'd their Orbs, Or dim SufFufion veil'J. Yet not the more Ceafe I to wander where the Mufes haunt, ClearSpring, or fhady Grove, or funny Hill, Smit with the Love of facred Song: But chief Thee, Smi^ and the flowry Brooks beneath. That wafh thy hallow'd Feet, and warbling flo^^ Nightly 1 vifit : Nor fometimes forget Thofe other Two, equal'd with me in Fate, So were I equal'd with them in Renown, Blind Thamyris, and blind M£o?ildes, And Phtneas and TireJiaSy Prophets old : Then feed on Thoughts that voluntary move Harmoniotis Numbers, as the wakefiil Bird Sings darkling, and in fhadieft Covert hid Tunes her nodurnal Note. Thus with the Year Seafons return, but not to me returns D-iy, or the fvveet Approach of Ev'n and Morn, Or Sight of vernal Bloom, or Summer's Rofe, Or Flocks, or Herds, or human Face divine : But Cloud inftead, and ever-during Dark Surrounds me ; from the chearful ways of Man Cut off, and for the Book of Knowledge fair Prefented with a univerfal Blank Of Nature's Works to me expung'd and ras'd : And Wifdom at one Entrance quite fhut out. So much the rather, thou Celeftial Light, Shine inward, and the Mind thro' all Jier PowVs Irradiate ; there plant Eyes, all Mift from thence Purge and difperfe, that I may fee and tell Of things invifible to mortal Sight. Milton, Spoken of himfeJf^ LIGHTNING. See Greatnefs, Sicknefs, Singing, Necromancer, Storm, Thunder. Qiiick Lightning flies when heavy Clouds rufh on. And ftiikes like Steel and Flint, or Stone and Stone For then fmall Sparks appear, and fcatter'd Light Breaks fwiftly forth, and wakes the fleepy Night The Night amaz'd begins to hafte away, /As if thofe Fires were Beams of coming Day. Cre^ Luc, As when fome dreadful Thunder-clap is nigh. The winged Fire flioots fwiftly thro' the Sky, Strikes, C 267 ) Strikes iind confumes e'er fcarce it does appeai-. And by the fuddeii 111 prevents the Fear, Bryd, Ind, Emp, As when tempeftuous Storms o'erfpread the Skies, In whofe dark Bowels in-born Thunder lies ; The watiy Vapours numberlefs, confpire To (mother and opprefs th' imprifon'd Fire ; Which, thus coUefted, gathers greater Force, Breaks out in flames, and with impetuous Courfe From the Clouds gaping Womb in. Lightning flies, Flafhing in ruddy Streaks along the Skies. Hac, The difmal Lightnings all around. Some flying thro the Air, fome runm'ng on the Ground, Some fwimming o'er the Water's face, Fili'd with bright Horrour ev'iy Place. CowU The Clouds, Jaftling, or pufh'd by Winds, rude m their Shock, Tine the flant Lightning, whofe thwart Flame driven down. Kindles the gummy Bark of Firr, or Pine. Milt, As where the Lightning mns along the Ground, No Husbandry can heal the blafting Wound ; Nor bladed Grafs nor bearded Corn fiicceed. But Scales of Scurf, and Putrefaftion breed. Ury. Hindoo' Pant* Like Lightning's fatal Flafh, Which by deftruftive Thunder is purfu'd, Blafting thofe Fields on which it fliin'd before. Koch* Valent, As when a pointed Flame of Lightning ^i^s^ With mighty Noife exploded from the Skies ; The ruddy Terrour with refiftlefs Strokes Invades the Mountain Pines, and Forefl: Oaks ; Wide Lanes a-crofs the Woods, and ghaftly Tracks, Where-e'er it goes, the {\vift Deftru(flion makes. Blac, LION. See Creation, Enjoyment, Frown, Jov, Paradife, Retreat, Revenge, Twilight. Thus as a hungry Lion, who beholds A gamefom Goat, that frisks about the Folds ; Or beamy Stag, that grazes on the Plain ; He runs, he roars, he fhakes his rifing Mane, He gi'ins, he opens wide his greedy Jaws ; The Prey lies panting underneath his Paws : He fills his famifh'd Maw, his Mouth mns o'er With unchew'd Morfels, while he churns the Gore. Dryd, Virg. The famifh'd Lion thus, with Hunger bold, 0*er-leaps the Fences of the nightly Fold j .' M ^ AnJ C 263 ) Ard teni's the peaceful Flocks: With filenr Awe Trembling they li?, and pant beneath his Paw. Dryd. Virg» So when the gen'rous Lion has in fight His equal Match, he rouzes for the Fight ; But when his Foe lies proftrate on the Plain, He Oieaths his Paws, uncuds his angry Mane ; And pleas'd with bloodlefs Honours of the Dav, (P.iKth* Walks over, and difdains th' inglorious Prey. ' Dryd, Hind* Qp^ As when the Swains the Lybian Lion chafe, He makes a four Retreat, nor mends his Pace j But a' the pointed lav'lin pierce his Side, The Lordly Beaft returns with double Pride : He wrenches out the Steel, he roars. for Pain, His Sides he lafhes, and ercds his Mane. His Lye-balb flafh with Fire, Thro his wide Noftrils Clouds of Smoke expire. Dryd. F/V^i Thus as a Lion, when he fpies from far A Bull that feems to meditate the War, Bending his Neck, and fpuriiing back the Sand ; Runs roaring downward from his hilly Stand, To rufli from high on his unequal Foe. J>r,yd, Virg* Like a Lion, Who long has reign'd the Terrour of the Woods, And dar'd the boldeft Huntfmen to the Combat \ Till caught at length within fome hidden Snare, With foaming Jaws he bites the Toils that hold him ; And roars, and rolls his fiery Eyes in vain : (Amb* Stepm. While the furrounding Swains wound him at pleafure. Rovje LOOKS, or Mein, See Beauty, Eyes. The King arofe with awefiil Grace, ' (Pal, CT* ^rc. Deep Thought was in his Breaft, and Counfel in his Face. Dryd. Deep on his Front engraven. Deliberation fate, and publick Care, And Princely Counfel in his Face yet fhone. Milt» Big made he was, and tall ; his Port was fierce ; Erecl his Countenance : Manly Majefty Sate in his Front, and darted from his Eyes, Commanding all he view'd. Dryd. Oedip* His aweful Prefence did the Croud furprize. Nor durft the raOi Spedators meet his Eyes ; Eves that confefs'd him born for Kingly Sway, So fierce they flafh'd intolerable Day. Dryd. Pal O* Arc* The Trojan Chief appear'd in open fight, Augull in Vifage, and ferenely bright ; His C 259 3 His Mother Goddefs, with her Hands Divine, Hnd fbrm'd his curling Locks, and made his Temples [hine ; Had giv'n his rolling Eyes a fparkling Grace, And breath'd a youthful Vigour on his Face j Like polifh'd Iv'iy, beauteous to behold. Or Parian Marble, "vvhen enchas'd with Gold. Br'^d^ Virg, Amid the Prefs appears the beauteous Boy ; His lovely Face unarm'd, his Head was bare. In Ringlets o*er his Shoulders hung his Hair ; His Forehead circled with a Diadem. DiftinguiQi'd from the Croud, he fhines a Gem, Enchased in Gold ; or polifh'd Iv'iy, fet Amidft the meaner Foil of fable jet. Dry:!, Virg, Thro his youthful Face, Wrath checks the Beauty, and Qieds manly Grace ; Both in his Looks fo join'd, that they might move Fear ev'n in Friends, and from an En*my Love. Hot as ripe Noon, fweet as the blooming Day. Co'jl'K What's he, who with contraded Brow, And fuUen Port, glooms downward wim nis Eyes ; At once regardlefs of his Chains or Liberty ? He fhuns my Kindnefs ; And with a haughty Mein and ftei-n Civility, Dumbly declines all Office ; If he fpeak, 'Tis fcaice above a Word ; as he were born Alone to do, and did difdain to talk. At leaft to talk where he muft not commznA*Cong,Mourn,Brlde, That gloomy Outfide, like a rufty Cheft, Contains the mining Treafure of a Soul Refolv'd and brave. Vryd, Don Seb, He looks fecure of Death : Supeiiour Greatnefs \ Like Jove^ when he made Fate, and faid. Thou art The Slave of my Creation. He looks as Man was made, with Face ered. That fcorns his brittle Corps, and feems afham'd He's not all Spirit : His Eyes with a dumb Pride, Accufing Fortune that he fell not warm. Yet now diidains to live. Dryd, Don Seh, By his warlike Port, His fierce Demeanour, and erefted Look, He's of no vulgar Note. Dryd. All ftr Lovt, Methinksyou breathe ' Another Soul ; your Looks are more divine ; You fpeak a Hero, and you move a God. Dryd, All for Uve, M 3 Care ( 270 ) Care fate on his faded Cheek ; but under Brows Of dauntlefs Courage, and confid^rate Pride, Waiting Revenge. Cruel his Eye, but caft Signs of Remorfe and Pafilon. Milt. His grave Rebuke, Severe in youthful Beauty, added Grace Invincible. -Af/7/. LOVE. See Abfence, Enjoymenr. Love, the moft gen'rous Paffion of the Mind, The fofteft Refuge Innocence can find : The fafe Direftor of unguided Youth, Fraught with kind Wifhes, and fecur'd by Truth : The^Cordial Drop Heav'n in our Cup has thrown. To make the naufeous Draught of Life go down ; On which one only Blefling God might raife, In Lands of Atheifts, Subfidies of Praife : For none did e'er fo dull and ftupid prove. But felt a God, and blefs'd his Pow'r in Love. Roch, Love rais'd his noble Thoughts to brave Atchievements : For Love's the Steel that ftrikes upon the Flint; Gives Coldnefs Heat, exerts the hidden Flame, (Love Trhm, And fpreads the Sparkles round to warm the V^orld. Dry^. Love that does all that's noble here below. Vryd* Von Seb* For Love's not always of a vicious kind. But oft to viituous Afts inflames the Mind : Awakes the fleepy Vigour of the Soul ; And, brufhing o'er, adds Motion to the Pool. Love, ftudious how to pleafe, improves our Parts With polifh'd Manners, and adorns with Arts. Love firft invented Verfe, and form'd the Rhyme, The Motion meafur'd, harmoniz'd the Chime : To lib'ral Arts enlarg'd the Narrow-foul'd, Sofien'd the Fierce, and made the Coward bold. Dry.C'jm*'C^Iph» Ye niac^ard Gods ! ye make our Lives too long : Ye fill 'em with Difeafes, Wants, and Woes, And only dafh 'em with a little Love ; Sprinkled by fits, and with a fparing Hand. Dry^. Amphit. Life without Love is Load, and Time ftands ftill ; What we refufe to him, to Death we give ; And then, then only, when we love, we live. Cong.Mourn.Bride. Love's an heroick Pallion, which can find Ko room in any bafe degenerate Mind : It kindles all the Soul with Honour's Fire, To make the Lover worthy his Defire, Dryd,Conq. ofGran.p, 2. Love C 271 ) Love if not Sin, but where 'tis finfiil Love : Mine is a Flame fo holy and fo clear. That the white Taper leaves no Soot behind. No Smoke of Luft. Bry^I. Don Seh» What art thou, Love, thou great myfterious Thing ? ■prom what hid Stock does thy ftrange Nature fpring ? 'Tis thou that mov*ft the World thro eveiy part. And hold'ft the vaft Frame faft, that nothing ftart From the due Place and Office firft ordain'd : By thee were all things made, and are fuftain'd. Cowl The PowV of Love, In Earth, and Seas, and Air, and Heav'n above. Rules unrefifted with an aweful Nod ; By daily Miracles declar'd a God : He blinds the Wife, gives Eye-fight to the Blind ; And molds and ftamps anew the Lover's Mind, Br'j* PaUo'Arc, No Law is made for Love : Law is to things which to free Choice relate ; Love is not m our Choice, but in our Fate. Laws are but pofitive *, Love's Pow'r we fee Is Nature's Sandion, and her fiiil Decree. Each Day we break the Bond of human Laws For Love, and vindicate the coniimon Caufe. Laws for Defence of Civil Rights are plac'd ; Love throws the Fences down, and makes a gen'ral Wafte. Maids, Widows, Wives, without diftindion fall ; (^Pal.cs'Afc, The fweeping Deluge, Love, comes on, and covers all. Bryd, In Hell, and Earth, and Seas, and Heav'n above. Love conquers all ; and we muft yield to Love. Bryd, Virg. For Love the Senfe of Right and Wrong confounds : Strong Love and proud Ambition have no bounds. Dryd, The Faults of Love by Love ai-e juftified ; With unrefifted Might the Monarch reigns. He raifes Mountains, and he levels Plains. Dryd,Sig.^ Guifu Kings fight for Kingdoms, Madmen for Applaufe, But Love for Love alone, that crowns the Lover's Caufe. Dryd. (PaLo* Jirc. Love gives Efteem, and then he gives Defert ; He either finds Equality, or makes it ; Like Death, he knows no Difference in Degrees, But plains and levels all. Dryd, Mar, Alamode, By Heaven, I'll tell her boldly that 'tis fhe ; Why fhould fhe afham'd, or angry be. To be belov'd by me ? M 4 The ( 272 ) The Gods may 0t their Altars o'er. They'll fmoke but feldom any more, If none but happy Men muft them adore. The Lightning which tall Oaks oppofe in vain,; To ftrike fometimes does not difdain The humble Furzes of the Plain. She being fo high, and I fo low. Her Pow'r by this does greater fliow. Who at fuch diftnnce gives fo fure a Blow, if there be Man who thinks himfelf fo high As to pretend E<]uality, He deferves her lefs than I ; . For he would cheat for his Relief, And one would give with leffer Grief T*an undeferving Beggar than a Thief. CcwL I knew 'twas Madnefs to declare this Truth, And yet 'twere Bafenefs to deny my Love. Tis true, my Hopes are vanifhfng as Clouds, Lighter than Childrens Bubbles blown by Winds : >ly Merit's but the rafh Refult ©f Chance, My Birth unequal : All the Stars ngriinfl me ; Pow'r, PromJfe, Choice, the Living and the Dead j Mankind my Foes, and only Love to friend me ; But fuch a Love, kept at fuch aweful diftance, A.> what it loudly dares to tell, a Rival Shall fear to whifper there. Queens may be lov'd, And fo may Gods, elfe why are Altars rais'd ? Why fhines the Sun, but that he may be view'd ? But oh ! when he's too bright, if then we gaze, *ris but to weep, and clofe our Eyes in Daiknefs. Dryd»S^an^ry, Love various Minds does varioufly infpke, He ftirs in gentle Natures gentle Fires, Like that of Incenfe on the Altars laid ; But racing Flames tempeftuous Souls invade i A Fire which ev'r\' windy Paflion blows, V»''ith Pride it mounts, and with Revenge it glows. Dr»Tyr,Love, So like the Chances are of Love and Wai;, That they alone in this diflinguifh'd are ; In Love the Vi(^ors from the Vanquifh'd fly ; They fly that wound, and they purfue that die. J^^all, The Fate of Love is fuch. That ftill it fees too little or too much. T^ryd, Jnd. Emp, The Proverb holds. That to be wife and love. Is hardly granted to the Gods above. C 273 ) A gen'ral Doom on all Mankind is pafs'd. And all are Fools and Lovers firft or laft. This both by others and my felf 1 know, Por 1 have fei-v'd their Sovereign long ago ; Oft have been caught within the winding Train Of female Snares, and felt the Lover's Pain ; And learn'd how fai* the God can human Hearts conftram. Dry. {Pal, ^ Arc, ^ Love is the pleafant Frenzy of the Mind ; And frantick Men in their mad Adions fliow A Happinefs that none but Madmen know. Dryd, Love is that Madnefs which all Lovers have; But yet 'tis fweet and pleafing fo to rave : 'Tis an Enchantment where the Reafon's bound. But Paradife is in th' enchanted Ground ; A Palace void of Envy, Cares and Strife, Where gentle Hours delude fo much of Life. To take thofe Charms away, and fet me fi-ee^ Is but to fend me into Mifery ; And Prudence, of whofe Cure you fo much boalt, (Gran^ Reftores the Pains which that fweet Folly loft. Dryd, Cono^, of I have no Reafon left that can allift me. And none would have. My Love's a noble Madnefs, Which ihews the Caufe deferves it. Mod'rate Sorrow Fits vulgar Love, and for a vulgar Man ; But I have lov'd with fuch tranfcendent PnlTion, I foar'd at fii-ft quite out of Reafon's View, And now am loft above it. Dry^* M for Love. In Love what ufe of Prudence can there be ? More peifeft I, and yet more pow'rful fhe !. One Look of hers my Refolution breaks ; Reafon it felf turns Folly when (he fpeaks ; And aw'd by her whom it was made to fway. Flatters her Pow'r, and does its own betray. Dryd, State of Inn, Does the mute Sacrifice upbraid the Prieft ? He knows him not the Executioner. Oh ! Ihe has deck'd his Ruin with her Love ; Led him in o;olden Bands to gaudy Slaughter, „ ^ ^ And made Perdition pleafmg. Vryd, All for Love. >J^itnefs ye Powers 1 How much I fuffev'd, and how much 1 ftrove : But mighty Love, who Pmdence does defpife. For Reafon fhewM me Jndamoras Eyes ; M 5 W^^^ (274 ) What would you more ? my Crime I fadly view, Acknowledg, am afham'd, and yet pui'fue. Dr^jd, Auren, For Love does human Policy defpife. And laughs at all the Counfels of the Wife. D^Av, Circe* For Lovers Hearts are not their own Hearts, Nor Lights, nor Lungs, and fo-forth, downwards. Hud, Falling in LOVE. I came, I jfaw, and was undone ! Lightning did thro my Bones and Marrow mn ; A pointed Pain pierc'd deep my Heart, A fwift cold Trembling feiz'd on ev'iy Part ; My Head turn'd round, nor could it bear The Poifon that was enter'd there. CowU A Change fo {l\'ift what Heart did ever feel ! It mfh'd upon me like a mighty Stream, And bore me in a moment far from Shore ! I've lov'd away my felf in one fhort Hour ; Already I am gone an Age of Padion. Was it his Youth, his Valour, or Succefs ? Thefe might perhaps be found in other Men : *Twas that Refped, that aweful Homage paid me ; That feaful Love which trembled in his Eyes, And with a filent Eaithquake fhook his Soul. But when he fpoke, what tender Words he faid ? So fbftly, that like Flakes of feather'd Snow, They melted as they fell. Dryd, Span* Fry* Thus anxious Fears already feiz'd the Queen ; She fed within her Veins a Flame unfeen : The Hero's Valour, Afts, and Birth infpire Her Soul with Love, and fan the fecret Fire., His Words, his Looks, imprinted in her Heart, Improve the Paflion, and increafe the Smart. Vryd, Virg» I am not what I was, fince Yefterday ; My Food forfakes me, and my needful Reft : I pine, 1 languifh, love to be alone. Think much, fpeak little, and in fpeaking figh : When 1 fee Torrifmond^ I am unquiet ; And when I fee him not, I am in pain. They brought a Paper to me to be fign'd ; Thinking on him, I quite forgot my Name, And writ, for Leonora^ Torrifmond, I went to bed, and to my felf 1 thought That 1 would think on Torrifmond no more ; Then (hut my Eyes, but could not fhut out him. C 275 ) I turned, and tryM each Corner of my Bed To find if Sleep was there, but Sleep v{as loft. Fev'rini for want of Reft, I rofe, and walk d And by the MoonOiine to the Windows went 5 There thinking to exclude him from my Thoughts, 1 caft my Eyes upon the neighb ring Fields, And eV 1 was aware figh d to my felt, j^,^^^sparuTry. There fought my Tornfmond. ^H^* ^E'*'^ ^'^^r- 1 4 pleasM and pained fince fii-ft her Eyes I faw. As I were ftung with fome Tarantula : Ai-ms and the dufty field 1 lefs admire. And foften ftrangely in fome new Mire ; Honour burns in me not fo fiercely bright But pale as Pires when mafter'd by the Light. Ev'n while I fpeak and look, I change yet more^ And now am nothing that 1 was before. I 'm numbM and fix'd, and fcarce my Eye-baUs move^^ I fear it is the Lethargy of Love ! 'Tis he ! I feel him now in ev ry Part; Like a new Lord he vaunts about my Heart; Surveys in State ^^^^^^f ""^ J>ryd.Con^ of Gran. And now 1 m all o er Love \ -^ j l He'd got a Hurt On th' Infide, of a deadly fort. By Cupd made, who took his Stand Upon a Widow's Jointure-Land ; Drew home his Bow, and aiming right^ Let fly an Ai-row at the Knight ; The Shaft againft a Rib did glance. And gall'd him in the Purtenance. *^ ' ^ O Love ! O cm-fed Boy! Where art thou that torment'ft me thus unfeen^ And rageft with thy Eires Within my Brealt, With idle Purpofe to inflame her Heart, Which is as inaccefllble and cold ^ As the proud Tops of thofe afpmng Hills, ^ Whofe Heads are wrapt in everlafting bnoWj, Tho the hot Sun roll o'er 'em ev'r)' Day : And as his Beams, which only fhine above, ^ Scorch and confume in Regions round below , So Love, which throws fuch Brightnefs thro her Eyes,. Leaves her cold Heart, and burns me at her Feet. My Tyrant, but her A^tt'ring Slave thou an, - AGIO 7 round her lovely Pace, aTirewithinmyHeait. C^^;^^ C 276 ) That proud Dame for whom his Soul Was burnt in's Belly to a Coal, Us'd iiim Co like a bafe Rafcallion, That old Pyg- (what d'y' call him) tnaliorty That cut his xMiftrefs out of Stone, Had not fo hard a hearted one. Hui* LOVE and OLD AGE. Love, like a Shadow, while Youth fhines, is fhown ; But in 014 Age's Darknefs there is none. How, D»of term* Mine was an Age when Love might be excus'd ; When kindly Warmth, and when my fpringing Youth Made it a Debt to Nature : Youi's in your declining Age J When no more Heat was left but what you forc'd. When all the Sap was needful for the Trunk \ When it went down, then you conftrain'd the Courfe, 7\nd robb'd from Nature to fupply Defire ; Oh 'tis mere Dotage in you. I>ryd,All for Love* The Bloom of Beauty other Years demands. Nor will be gather'd W'ith fuch wither'd Hands ; You importune us with a falfe Defire, Which fparkles out, and makes no folid Fire. This Impudence of Age, whence can it fpring ? All you expe(fV, and yet you nothing bring ; Eager to ask, when you are pafl a Grant ; Nice in providing what you cannot want : Have Confcience ; give not her you love this Pain ; Sollicit not your felf and her in vain ; All other Debts may Compenfation find. But Love is flrift, and will be paid in kind. Dryd, Auren, You cannot love, nor Pleafiu'e take nor give y But Life begin when 'tis too late to live ; On a tir'd Courfer you purfue Delight ; Let flip your Morning, and fet out at Night. Dryd* Auren* PROTESTATIONS ^/ LOVE. While on Septimius' panting Breafl, Meaning nothing lefs than Reft, Acme lean'd her loving Head, Thus the pleas'd Septimius faid ; \i> arireft Acme I If 1 be Once alive^ — '^ love not thee, With a Pairioii fn. ul -e All that e'er was calleu -^ove. In a Lybian Defart may 1 become fome Lion's Prey : ( 277 ) Let him, Acme! let him tear My Breaift, when Acme is not there, Acmsj inflamM with what he faid, Rear'd her gently-bending Head ; And her purple Mouth with Joy Stretching to the delicious Boy, Twice (and twice could fcarce fufEce) She kifs'd his diainken rolling Eyes ; My little Life ! my All ! faid fhe. So may we ever Servants be To this bleft God, and ne'er retain Our hated Liberty again : So may thy Paflion laft for me. As I a Pamon have for thee ; Greater and fiercer much than caa Be conceiv'd by thee, a Man. Into my Marrow it is gone, Pix'd and fettled in tlie Bone ; It reigns not only in my Heart, But runs like Life thro ev'iy Part, Cowl* Cat Madam, 1 do as is my Duty, Honour the Shadow of yom- Shoe-de. Hud* For your Love does lie As near and as nigh Unto my Heart within. As my Eye to my Nofe, My Leg to my Hofe, Or my Flefh unto my Skin. Shak, Locrin* My Love's fo violent, fo ftrong, fo fui-e. As neither Age can change, nor Art can cure. Dryd* Virg<, All conflant Lovers fhall in future Ages Approve their Tmth by Troilus : When their Verfe, Full of Proteft, and Oath, and big Compare, Want Similes ; as Turtles to their Mates, As true as flowing Tides are to the Moon, Eaith to the Center, Iron to Adamant : At laft, when Truth is tir'd with Repetition, As tme as Troilus fhall crown the Verfe, And fandify the Numbers. Prophet may you be ! If I am fake, or fwerve from Truth and Love J When Time is old, and has forgot it felf In all things elfe, let it remember me j And after all Comparifons of Falftiood, To C 278 ) To ftab the Heart of Perjury in Maids, Let it be faid, asfalfe as Crejjida, Shak\&I>ryd,TroiLO'Cref. Go bid the Needle his dear North forfake. To which with trembling Rev'rence it does bend ; Go bid the Stones a Journey upward make ; Go bid th' ambitious Flame no more afcend ; And when thefe falfe to their old Motions provcj Then will I ceafe thee, thee alone, to love. Quoth he, to bid me not to love, Is to forbid my Pulfe to move ; My Beard to grow, my Ears to prick up. Or, when 1 'm in a Fit, to hickup : Command me to pifs out the Moon, And 'twill as eafily be done. That I do love you, O all you Hoft of Heav'n Be wimefs ! That you are dear to me ! Dearer than Day to one whom Sight muft leave. Dearer than Life to one who fears to die ; CowU Hud^ O thou bright Pow'r be judg, whom we adore ! Be witnefs of my Truth ! be witnefs of my Love ! If all my Heart and Soul be'n't thine. May thy dear Body ne'er be mine. O my Monimia. I to my Soul thou'rt dear As Honour to my Name *, dear as the Light To Eyes but juft reftor'd, and heal'd of Blindnefs. O dearer than the vital Air I breathe ! O fhe is dearer to my Soul, than Reft To weary Pilgrims, or to Mifers Gold ! To great Men Pow'r, or wealthy Cities Piide. Dear as the vital Warmth that feeds my Life ; Dear as thefe Eyes that weep in Fondnefs o'er thee. Let me hafte to tell thee What and how dear Monefes has been to me : What has he not been ! All the Names of Love, Brothers or Fathers, Husbands, all aire poor ; Monefes is my felf ; in my fond Heait, Ev'n in my vital Blood he lives and reigns : The laft dear Objed of my parting Soul Will be Monefes ; the laft Breath that lingers Within my panting Breaft, fhall figh Monefes. Perdition catch my Soul, but I do love thee ; And when 1 love thee not. Chaos is come again. My Love's fo true, That 1 can neither hide it where it is. Lee Mithrid',, CowU Otw. Orph, Dryd, Virg, Otw, Orph» Oiw, Orph, Rowe TamerU Shak, OtheL Nor ( 279 ) Nor fhew it where 'us not. Bryd, All for Love, Quoth he, my Faith as Adamantine, As Chains of Deftiny I'll maintain j Tme as Apollo ever fpoke. Or Oracle from Heart of Oak. Then Ihine upon me but benignly. With that one and that other Pigfheye ; The Sun and Day fhall fooner pait. Than Loye or you fhake off my Heart. Hud, How I have lov*d, Witnefs ye Days, and Nights, and all your Hours, That danc*d away with Down upon your Feet, As all your Bus'nefs were to count my Paflion. One Day pafsM by, and nothing faw but Love ; Another came, and ftill 'twas only Love ; The Suns were weary'd out with looking on. And I untir'd with loving. I (aw you ev'iy Day, and all the Day ; And ev'iy Day was ftill but as the firft. So eager was I ftill to fee you more. I>ryd, All for Love* 'Tis ftie, fhe only, that can make me bleft ; Empire and Wealth, and all fhe brings befide. Are but the Train and Trappings of her Lo^e. Bryd, Span, Try, Oh ftie's all Softnefs ! All melting mild, and calm as a rock'd Infant ; Nor can you wake her into Cries : By Heav'n She is the Child of Love, and fhe was born in Smiles. Lee Alex, And is it giv'n me thus to touch thy Hand, And fold thy Body in my longing Arms ; To gaze upon thy Eyes, my happier Stars ; To tafte thy Lips, and thy dear balmy Breath ? While ev'17 Sigh comes forth fo fraught with Sweets, 'Tis Incenfe to be ofFer'd to a God. Lee Alex, The vernal Bloom and Fragrancy of Spices, Wafted by gentle Winds, are not like thee. From thee, as from the Cyprian Queen of Love, Ambrofial Odours flow ; My ev'ry Faculty (^Amb,Stepm, Is charm'd by thee, and drinks immortal Pleafure. Kowe By Heav'n, my Edithy Thy Mother fed on Rofes when fhe bred thee ! The Sweetnefs of th' Arabian Wind ftill blowing Upon the Treafures of Peifumes and Spices, In all their Pride and Pleafures call thee Miftreft. IBeau, Rollo, Sweet C 2So ) Sweet as the mfy Mom flie breaks upon me ; And Sorrow, like the Night's unwholfom Shade, Gives way before the golden Dawn fhe brings. Rowe TatnerU Not the Spring's Mouth, nor Breath of Jeflamin, Nor Vi'iets Infant-fweets, nor opening Buds, Are half fo fweet as Alexander's Breaft » From ev'ry Pore of him a Perfume falls ; He kifles fofter than a Southern Wind, "^ Curls like a Vine, and touches like a God ! Then he will talk ! good Gods ! how he will talk I Ev'n when the Joy he figh'd for is pofTefs'd, Ev'n then he fpeaks fuch words, and looks fuch things^ Vows with fo much Paffion, fwears with fo much Grace^ That 'tis a kind of Heav'n to be deluded by him» If I but mention him, the Tears will fall ; Sure there is not a Letter in his Name, But is a Charm to melt a Woman's Eyes. Lee Alex* My Lord, my Love, my Refuge, Happy my Eyes when they behold thy Face i My heavy Heart will leave its doleful Beating At fight of thee, and bound with fprightful Joy. Otw* Ven, Pre/l Does fhe not come like Wifdom, or good Fortune, Replete with Bleflingy, giving Wealth and Honour ? The Dowry which fhe brings is Peace and Pleafure ; And everlafling Joy is in her Arms. Rowe Fair ?en* Oh! file's the Pride and Glory of the World ! Without her, all the reft is worthlefs Drofs \ Life a bafe Slav'ry •, Empire but a Mock ; And Love, the Soul of all, a bitter Curfe. ^ Roch» VaUnU If Love be Treafure, we'll be wondrous rich : I have {o much, my Heart will furely break with't : Vows can't exprefs it. When I would declare How great's my Joy, 1 'm diunb with the big Thought : I fwell, and figli, and labour with my Longing. Oh lead me to fome Defart wide and wild. Barren as our Misfortunes, where my Soul May have its Vent ! where 1 may tell aloud. To the high Heav'ns and ev'17 lift'ning Planet, With what a boundlefs Stock my Bofom's fraught ; Where 1 may throw my eager Arms about thee. Give loofe to Love with KifTes, kindling Joy, And let off all the Fire that's in my Heart. Otw. Ven. Pref. 'Tis now that I begin to live again,^ . Since I behold my Aurengz.de appear | (28l ) His Knme alone affordea me Relief; Repeated as a Charm to eafe my Grief. I that lovM Name, did as fome God invoke. And printed Kiffes on it as I fpoke. B^d, Auren. Lavinia ! Oh there's Mufick in the Name, Tliat foft'ning me to Infant Tendernefs, Otw. Makes my Heart fpring like the fii-ft Leaps of Life. {Cau Mar • Oh Pierre ! wert thou but (he \ How I could pull thee down into my Heait, Gaze on thee till my Eye-ftrings crack'd with Love, Till all my Sinews, with its Pire extended, PixM me upon the Rack of ardent Longing ; Then fwellin?, fighing, raging to be bleft, ^ ,, „ /» Come, like a panting Turtle, to thy Breaft. Otv:. Yen, Pref. Hold off, and let me run into his Aims ! My Deareft ! my all Love, my Lord, my King, Thou ftialt not die, if that the Soul and Body Of thy Statira can reftore thy Life! Give me thy wonted Kindnefs ! bend me, break me With tiiy Embraces. . UcAUX. Love mounts and rolls about my ftormy Mind, Like Fire that's borne by a tempeftuous Wind ; Oh ! 1 could ftifle you with eager Hafte, Devour your Kiffes with my hungi7 Tafte ; Rufli on you, eat you, wander o'er each Parr, Raving with Pleafure, fnatch you to my Heart ; Then hold you off and gaze ! then with new R^e Invade you, till my confcious Limbs prefage Torrents of Toy, which all their Banks o'erflow 5 „ , . ^^^^ So loft, fo bieft as 1 but then could know ! ^ rir'^jA. Auren. The God of Love empties his golden Quiver, Shoots ev'iy Grain of her into my Heart ! She's all mine ! by Heaven ! I feel her here. Panting and warm ! the Deareft ! Oh Statira / X.^^ ^^^' Semandra Ihall be mine ! ev'n all Semandra / The Thought is Extafy I Thefe Arms fhall hold her Faft to my throbbing Breaft, thefe ravifh'd Eyes Gaze till they*re blind with looking on her BluOies ! Thefe ftrfling Lips ftiall fmother all her Smiles, And follow her with fuch Purfuit of Kiffes, , ^ ^/* That ev'n our Souls fhall lofe themfelves in Pleafures. (Mithnd, Who fhould be lov'd but you ? So lov'd, that ev'n my Crown and felf are vile When you are by. Come C 282 ) Come to my Arms, and be thy Karffs Angel ; Lee Duke Shine thro my Cares, and make my Crown fit e^Cy, (of Guifi Give, ye Gods, give to your Boy, your C£far, This Rattle of a Globe to play withal. This gew-gaw World, and put him cheaply off ; I'll not be pleas'd with lefs than Cleopatra, Dryd* All for Love, Gallop apace, ye fieiy-footed Steeds, Tow'rds Phoebus Lodging ; fuch a Charioteer As Phaeton would lafii you to the Weft, And bring in cloudy Night immediately. Spread thy clofe Curtains, Love-performing Night, Thou fober-fuited Matron, all irt Black, That jealous Eyes may wink, and Romeo Leap to thefe Arms untalk'd of, and unfeen. Oh ! give me Komeo^ and when he fhall die. Take him, and cut him out in little Stars ; And he will make the Face of Heav'n fo fine. That all the World will be in love with Night, And pay no Worfhip to the gaudy Sun. Shak* Row^O'JmU But Oh ! there wants, to crown my Happinefs, Life of my Empire, Treafure of ray Soul, Guide of my Days, and Goddefs of my Nights ! My dear Statira / Oh that heav'nly Beam ! Warmth of my Brain, and Eire of my Heart ! Had fhe but fhot to fee me, had fhe met me. By this time I had been among the Gods 5 If any Extafy can make a Height, Or any Rapture hurl us to the Heav'ns. Lee Alex* Oh thou'rt my Soul it felf. Wealth, Friendfhip, Honour ! All prefent Joys, and Eai'neft of all futui'e. Are fumm'd in thee ! Methinks when in thy Arms Thus leaning on thy Breaft, one Ivlinute's more Than a long thoufand Years of vulgar Hours. Otw. Ven* Pref, She reigns more ftilly in my SouLthan ever. She garifons my Breaft, and mans againft me Ev'n my own Rebel Thoughts with thoufand Graces, Ten thou(and Charms, and new-difcover*d Beauties : Oh hadft thou (^Qtn her when Die lately blefs'd me. What Tears, what Looks, what Languiftiii^s fhe darted ! Love bath*d himfelf in the diftilling Mm ; And Oh ! the fubtle G^d has made his Entrance Quite thro my Heart ! He fhouts and triumphs there. And all his €17 is Death or Bellamira / Oh ( 283 ) Oh Expeftation bums me ! Heart ! how ftie inflames me ! Let*s talk no mote of War ! for now my Theme's all Love ! The War, like Winter, vanifhes ; 'tis gone, And Bellamira^ with eternal Spring, Drefs'd in blue Heav'ns, and breathing vernal Sweets, Drops, like a Cherubim, in Spoils before me. Thus to a glorious Coaft, thro Tempefts hurl'd. We (ail, like him who foi^ht the Indian World : 'Tis more, 'tis Paradife I go to prove, And Bellamira is the Land of Love ! I have her in my View, and hark, fhe talks. And fee, about like the fii-ft Maid fhe walks ; Fair as the Day, when firft the World began. And I am doom'd to be the happy Man ! Lee CAf,Borgi The God of Love once more has fliot his Fires Into my Soul, and my whole Heart receives him ; Almeyda now returns with all her Charms : I feel her as fhe glides along my Veins, And dances in my Blood. So when Mahomet Had long been hammering, in his lonely Cell, Some dull, infipid, tedious Paradife, A brisk Arabian Girl came tripping by : Faffing, fhe cafl at him a fldelong Glance, And look'd behind in hopes to be purfu'd ; He took the Hint, embrac'd the flying Fair, And having found his Heav'n, he hx'd it there. Dry d, Don Seh, O the killing Joy ! O Extafy ! my Heait will burfl my Breafi:, To leap into thy Bofom ! But, by Heav'n, This Night I will revenge me of thy Beauties^ For the dear Rack I have this Day endur'd ! For all the Sighs and Tears that 1 have fpent, I'll have fo many thoufand burning Loves ; So fwell thy Lips, fo fill me with thy Sweetnefs, Thou fhalt not fleep, nor clofe thy wand'ring Eyes 5 The fmiling Hours fhall all be lov*d away. We'll furfeit all the Night, and languifh all the D^ Where am I ? Surely Paradife is round me ; Sweets planted by the Hand of Heav'n grow here. And ev'ry Senfe is full of thy Perfeftion ! To hear thee fpeak might calm a Mad-man*s Frenzy, Till by Attention he forgot his Sorrows : But to behold thy Eyes, th' amazing Beauties, Wou'd make him rage again with Love, as I do : To Lee Alex, C 284 ) TotOuclithee'sHeav'ii, but to enjoy thee. Oh' Thou Nature's whole Peifedion in oL Piece r Sure framing thee, Heav'n took unufual Care ' 1 As Its own Beauty it defign'd thee fair, ' ( And form d thee by the beft-lov'd Angel there. Otw. OrpS Who can behold fuch Beaut)' and he (Ilem ? ^^ Befire firft taught us V^ords : Man when created. At ftrft, alone long wander'd up and down, forlorn and filent as his VafTal Beaft : ' But when a Heav'n-born Maid like you appeared, Str nge paffion fill'd his Eyes, and i'd hi Heart, Unloos d h,s Tongue, and his fii^ Talk was U>ye Otw. Orp Love m your funny Eyesdoes basking play; ^ ^ Love walks the pleafant Mazes of youi-Hair' Love does on both your Lips for ever fti'ay, ' And fows and reaps a thoufand KifTes there. Ou'A The Sun iliall now no more difpenfe His own, but your bright Influence : 1 11 carve your Name on Barks of Trees, With True Love's Knots and Plouriihes, That fhall infufe eternal Spring, And everlafting Flourifhing : Drink ev'iy Letter on't in. Stumi And make ft brisk Champaign become : Where-e'eryou ti-ead, yoiu: Foot /hallfei The Primrofe and the Violet: ';^^ Spices, Perfumes, and fweet Pouder^; Shall borrovir from your Breath their OdoiW. Nature her Charter lliall renew. And take all Lives of Things from you ; The World depend upon your Eye, And when you frown upon it, die : Only our Loves fliall Ml furvive. New Worlds and Natiu-es to outlive : And like to Heralds Moons, remain' All Crefcent, without Change or Wanci Hnd. Hold, hold, quoth flie, no more of this 3 Sir Knight, you take your Aim amifs ; For you will find it a hard Chapter, To catch me with poetick Rapture : In which youfMaftery of Ait Does /hew it felf, and not your Heart : Nor will yon raife, in mine, Combuftion, By dint of high hcroick Fuftian. $hc She that with Poetry is won. Is but a Desk to write upon : And what Men fay of her, they mean No more than that on which they lean. Some with Arabian Spices ftrive T' embalm her cruelly alive. Her Mouth's compar'd t'an Oyfter's, with A Row of Pearls in% 'ftead of Teeth 5 Others make Pofies of her Cheeks, Where red and whiteft Colours mix ; In which the Lilly and the Rofe, For Indian Lake and Cerufe goes. The Sun and Moon, by her bright Eyeff Eclipsed and darken'd in the Skies, Are but black Patches which llie wears. Cut into Suns, and Moons, and Stars ; By which Aftrologers, as well ^ As thofe in Heav'n above, can tell What ftraiige Events they do forefliow Unto her Under- World below. Her Voice the Mufick of the Spheres, So loud it deafens mortal Ears : As wife Philofophers have thought. And that's the Caufe we hear it not* This has been done by fome, who thofe Th' ador'd in Rhyme, would kick inProfe; And m thofe Garters would have hung. Of which melodioufly they fung. Hud% Why fo pale and wan, fond Lover ! .Prithee why ^o pale ? Will, when looking ill can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Why fo dull and mute, young Sinner ! Prithee why fo mute? Will, when ipeaking well can't win her. Saying nothing do't ? Quit, quit for lliame, this will not move. This cannot take her ; If of her felf fhe will not love, Kothii^ can make her : The Devil take her. SuckK Tell me tl\en the Reafon, why Loys from Hearts in love does fly? Why C 286 ) Why the Bird will build a Neft, Where he ne'er intends to reft ? Love^ like other little Boys, Cries for Hearts, as they for Toys ; Which, when gain'd in childifti Play, Wantonly are thi'own away. Still on Wing, or on his Knees, Love does nothing by degrees ; Bafely flying when moft priz'dj Meanly fawning when defpis'd. Flattering or infulting ever. Generous and grateful never : All his Joys are fleeting Dreams, All his Woes fevere Extremes. l^och. Oh Love ! how are thy precious fweetefl: Minutes Thus ever crofs'd, thus vex'd with Difappointments ! Now Pride, now Ficklenefs, fantaftick Quarrels, ^ And fuUen Coldnefs, give us Pain by turns ; Malicious meddling Chance is ever bufy To bring us Fears, Difquiets, and Delays ; And ev'n at laft, when after all our w^iiting. Eager we think to fnatch our dear-bought Blife, Ambition calls us to its fudden Cares ; And Honoui- ftern, impatient of Neglecl, Commands us to forget our Eafe and Pleallires y As if we had been made for nought but Toil, And Love were not the Bufinefs of oiu* Lives. Rowe Vlyjf^ Ah ! cruel Heav'n, that made no Cure for Love ! Love has no Bounds in Pleafure or in Pain. Dryd, Virg, What prieftly Rites, alas! what pious Art, What Vows avail, to cure a bleeding Heart ? A gentle Fire flie feeds within her Veins, Where the foft God fecure in filence reigns ; Sick with Defire, and feeking him flie loves. From Street to Street the raging Vido roves : So when the watchful Shepherd, from the Blind, Wounds with a random Shaft the carelefs Hind ; r)iftra<5led with her Pain, flie flies the Woods, Bounds o'er the Lawn, and feeks the.filent Floods, With fruitlefs Care ; for ftill the fatal Dart Sticks in her Side, and rankles in her Heart. Dr'jd* Virg* Anger in hafty Words or Blows It felf difcharges on our Foes \ And C 287 ) And Sorrow too finds fome Relief In Tears, which wait upon our Grief; So ev'iy Paffion, but fond Love, Unto its own Redrefs does move : But that alone the Wretch inclines To what prevents his own Defigns ; Makes him lament, and figh, and weep, Difbrder'd, tremble, fawn, and creep ; Poftures which render him defpis'd, . " Where he endeavours to be priz'd. Wall. But I muft rouze my felf, and give a ftop To all thofe Ills by headlong Paffion caus'd : In Minds refolv*d weak Love \s put to flight. And only conquers when we dare not fight. But we indulge our Haniis, and while he gains An Entrance, pleafe our felves into our Pains. Dr^d, Sec* Lcvgm Rouze to the Combat, And thou art fure to conquer : Wars fhall reftore thee, The Sound of Arms (hall wake thy martial Ai'dour, And cure this am'rous Sicknefs of thy Soul, B^n by Sloth, and nurs'd by too much Eafe. The idle God of Love fupinely dreams Amidft inglorious Shades of purling Su'eams ; In rofy Fetters and fantaftick Chains He hinds deluded Maids and fimple Swains ; With foft Enjoyments woos them to foi^ec The hardy Toils and Labours of the Great. But if the warlike Trumpet's loud Alarms, To virtuous Ads excite and manly Arms ; The Coward Boy avows his abjed Fear, On filken Wings (ublime he cuts the Air, Scar'd at the noble Noife, and Thunder of the War. Rowe{ (JCamerL Away then, feeble God, I banifh thee my Bofom : Hence, I fay. Be gone ; or I will tear the Stiings that hold thee. And flab thee in my Heart. The Wars come on ; By Heav'n I'll drown thy laughing Deity In Blood, and drive thee with my brandifli'd Sword. Lee Mithrid, Yes ! I will fhake this Cupid fi'om my Arms, If all the Rages of the Earth can fright him 5 Drown him in the deep Bowl of Hercules 5 Make the World drunk, and then like JEolus, y^hen he gave Paflage to the fti'uggling Winds, C 2S8 ) I'll ftick my Speer into the reeling Globe, To let it blood ^ fet Babylon in a blaze, (Lee Alex* And drive this God of Fbmes with more confuming lire. j LOYALTY, See Subje^:, J "For Loyalty is iiill the fame. Whether it win or lofe the Game ; ^ True as the Dial to the Sun, j Altho it be not (hin'd upon. i But True and Faithful 's fure to lofe, t Which way foever the Game goes; -^ And whether Parties lofe or win. Is always nick'd, or elfe hedg'd in,: While Pow'r ufurp'd, like ftoln Delight, ' j 1$ more bewitching than the right ; ^ And when the Times begin to alter, <| None rife fo high as from the Halter, Hud» : The Faith of moft with Fortune does declinCj Duty*s but Fear, and Confcience but Defign. Hozv, Let Fools the Name of Loyalty divide ; Wife Men and Gods are on the ftrongeft Side. SeJL Ant, ^'Cleop, \ For whom (hould we efteem above \ The Men whom Gods do love ? CoivU \ The Laws of Friendfhip we our felves create, I And 'tis but fimple Villany to break 'em : i But Faith to Princes broke is Sacrilege, An Injuiy to the Gods ; and that loft Wretch, ' Whofe Breaft is poifon'd with fo vile a Pui'pofe, Tears Thunder down from Heav'n on his own Head, : And leaves a Curfe to his Pofterity. Koch, ValenU LUST. J As Virtue never will be mov'd, , ^ Tho Leudnefs court it in a fhape of Heav'n ; So Luft, tho to a radiant Angel join'd. Will feat it felf in a celeftial Bed, j And prey on Garbage. Shah HamU | To a Lady flaying on the "LUTE, The trembling Strings about her Fingers croud, j And tell their Joy for ev'ry Kifs aloud : Small Force there needs to make them tremble (6 ; Touch'd by that Hand, who wou'd not tremble too ? \ Here Love takes ftand, and while fhe charms the Ear, Empties his Quiver on the lift'ning Deer ; Muiick fo foftens and difarms the Mind, That not one Arrow does Refiftance find : 1 Thus ( 289 ) I Thus the fair Tyrant celebrates the Prize, ^ ; And afts her felf the Triumph of her Eyes. ] So Nero once with Harp m Hand fui'vey'd ] His flaming il<7W^, and as that burn'd he play M. Wall, ; To burning Rome when fi-antick Nero play'd, *^ Had he but heard thy Lute, he foon had found I His Rage eluded, and his Crime aton'd ; -\ Thine, like Amphioris Hand, had rais'd the Stone, '\ And from Deftrudion call'd a fairer Town : Malice to Mufick had been forc'd to yield, j Nor could he bui-n fo fail as thou could'ft build. Pr'toro . LYRE. \ B Awake, awake, my Lyre, And tell thy filent Matter's humble Tale, j In Sounds that may prevail ; j Sounds that gentle Thoughts infpire : | Tho fo exalted Ihe, j And I fo lowly be, | Tell her fuch different Notes make all thy Harmony. i Hai'k how the Strings awake, 1 And tho the moving Hand approach not near, ^ Themfelves with aweftil Fear A kind of numerous Trembling make ; j Now all thy Forces trj'. Now all thy Charms apply ; j Revenge upon her Ear the Conquefts of her Eye. , Weak Lyre, tliy Virtue fure | Is ufelefs here, fince thou art only found ' | To cure, but not to wound. And fhe to wound, but not to cure. Too weak too wilt thou prove | My Paflion to remove : j iWiyfick to other Ills, thou'rt Nourifhment to Love. \ Sleep ! fleep again, my Lyre ; ■ For thou canft never tell my humble Tale In Soimds that will prevail, ' Nor gentle Thoughts in her infpire : \ All thy vain Mirth lay by. Bid thy Strings lilent lie, ^ j Sleep, fleep again, my Lyre, and let thy Mafter die. Cowl ^ MAD. I Now fee th^^t noble and moft fov'reign Reafon, j Like fweet Bels jangled out of Tune and harfli j j >I Mai ; ( 290 ) Mad as the Seas and Winds, when both contend V^'hich is the mightier. She hems, and beats her Breaft, Spurns envioufly at Straws ; fpeaks things in Doubt, That carry but half Senfe : Yet her unfhap'd Ufe of Speech does move Tlie Hearers to Colleftion : They aim at it. And her Words up-fit to their own Thoughts ; Whicli as her Winks, and Nods, and Geftures yield them, Indeed would make one think there would be Thoughts ; Tiio notbmg fuit, yet much, unhappily. Shak, HamU Behold her lying in her Cell, Her unregarded Locks Matted like Turies TrefTes j her poor Limbs Chain'd to the Ground ; and 'ftead of thofe Delights, Which happy Lovers tafte, her Keeper's Snipes, A Bed of Straw, and a coarfe wooden Difh Of wretched Suftenance. Otu\ Orp^ Obferve the Gallantly of her Diftraftion : Hark how fhe mouths the Heav'ns, arid mates the Gods ; Her blazing Eyes darting the wand'ring Stars, While with her thund'ring Voice flie threatens high. And ev'ry Accent twangs with finarting Sorrow. Lee Oedip* He raves ; His Words are loofe As Heaps of Sand, and fcatt'ring wide from Senfe. So high he's mounted in his airy Throne, That now the Wind is got into his Head, And turns liis Brains to Frenzy. Dryi. Span* Fry* Wild As a robb*d Tigrefs bounding o'er the Woods. Lee Oedip* Wild as Winds, That (weep the Defarts of our moving Plains. Bryd. Don Seh There is a Pleafure fure in being mad, Which none but Madmen know. Dryd, Span. Fry* Madmen ought not to be mad. But who can help their Frenzy ? Bryd, Span. Fry, A Woman ! If you love my Peace of Mind, Name not a Woman to me : But to think Of Woman were enough to taint my Brains Till they ferment to Madnefs. A Woman is the thing 1 would forget, and blot from my Remembrance. Ofw* OrpK To my charm'd Ears no more of Woman tell \ Name not a Woman, and 1 fhali be well ; Like :.} C 291 ) Like a poor Lunatick that makes his Moan, And for a while beguiles his Lookers on ; He reafons well, his Eyes their Wildnefs lofe. He vows the Keepers his wrongM Senfe abufe : But if you hit the Caufe that hurt his Brain, Then his Teeth gnafh, he foams, he (hakes his Chain, His Eye-balls roll, and he is mad again. Lee C^f, Borg, TOM-A-BEDLAM. I have bethought my felf To take the bafeft and the pooreft Shape, That ever Penuiy in Contempt of Man, Brought near to Beaft. My Pace I'll grime with Eilth, Blanket my Loins, put all my Hair in Knots 5 And with prefented Nakednefs out-face The Winds and Perfecutions of the Sky. The Country gives me Proof and Prefident Of Bedlam Beggars, who with roaiing Voices Smke into their niunm'd aad mortif)''d Arms Pins, wooden Pricks, Nails, Sprigs of Rofemarj^ ; And with this horrible Objed from low Farms, Poor pelting Villages, Sheep-cotes, and Mills, Sometimes with lunatick Bans, fometimes with Pray'rs, Inforce their Chai'ity. Shak, K, Lear, M A N. See Babe, Creation, Philofophy. Time was when we w^re fowM, and juft began Prom fome few fruitful Drops, the Promife of a Man : Then Nature's Hand (fermented as it was) Moulded to Shape the foft coagulated Mafs j And when the little Man was fully form'd. The breathlefs Embryo with a Spirit warm'd ; But when the Mother's Throws begin to come, The Creature pent within the narrow Room, Breaks his blind Prifon, pufhing to repaii* His ftifled Breath, and draw the living Air ; Caft on the Margin of the >5^orld he lies A helplefs Babe, but by Inllind he cries ; He next eflays to walk, but downwards prefs'd. On four Feet imitates his Brother-Beaft : By flow Degrees he gathers from the Ground His Legs, and to the Rolling-Chair is bound : Then walks alone •, a Horfemannow become. He rides a Stick, and uravels round the Room. In time he vaults among his youthful Peers, Strong-bon'd, and ftrungwidi Nerves, in Pride of Years. N 2 Tk } } C 292 ) He runs with Mettle his firft merry Stage, JSlaintains the next, abated of his Rage, Eut manages his Strength, and fpares his Age : Heavy the third, and ftifF, he finks apace. And tho 'tis Down-hill all, but creeps along the RacCi Now faplefs on the Verge of Death he ftands. Contemplating his former Feet and Hands j And, Ai/'/o-like, his flacken'd Sinews fees. And wither'd Arms, once fit to cope with HercttleSy Unable now to fhake, much lefs to tear the Trees. Thus ev'n our Bodies daily Change receive, Some Part of what was theirs before, they leave ; Nor are To-day what Yefterday they were. Nor the whole Same To-morrow will appear. Dr'jd* Ovid, So Man, at firft a Drop, dilates with Heat ; Then form'd, the litde Heart begins to beat ; Secret he feeds, unknowing in the Cell, At length, for hatching ripe, he breaks the Shell, And ftruggles into Breath, and cries for Aid, Then helplefs in his Mothar's Lap is laid : He creeps, he walks, and iflliing into Man, Grudges their Life from whence his own began : Retchlefs of Laws, affeds to rule alone. Anxious to reign, and reftlefs on the Throne. Fiiil: vegetive, then feels, and reafons laft. Rich of three Souls, and lives all three to wafte : Some thus, but thoufands more in Flow'r of Age, For few arrive to run the latter Stage. Dryd, PaU O' ArC Man is but Man, inconftant ftill and various. There's no To-morrov/ in him like To-day ; Perhaps the Atoms rolling in his Brain, Make him think honeftly this prefent Hour ^ The next, a Swarm of bafe ungrateful Thoughts May mount aloft. Who would truft Chance, fince all Men have the Seeds Of Good or 111, which fhouldwork upward firft? Dryd,Cleom, Men are but Children of a larger Growth, Our Appentes as apt to change as theirs. And full as craving too, and full as vain : And yet the Soul, Hiut up in her dark Room, Viewing fo clear abroad, at home kts nothing ; Put like a Mole in Earth, bufy and blind, Works all her Folly up, and cafts it outward i u the World's open View. J^^d. All for Love^ Ah! C 293 ) Ah ! what is M^in when his own Wifh prevails ! How nifh, how fwiftto plunge himfelf in HI I Proud of his Pow'r, and boundlefs in his Will ! D>-}'^. With what unequal Tempers are we fram'd ! One Day the Soul, fupine with Eafe and lullnefs^ Revels fecure, and fondly tells her felf. The Hour of Evil can return no more : The next, the Spirits pall'd, and fick of Riot, Turn all to Difcord, and we hate our Beings ; Curfe the pad: Joy, and think it Folly all. And Bitternefs and Anguifh. Rowe Fair Pt??,. ■ Mankind one Day ferene and free appear, ., The next they're cloudy, fullen, and fevere» - New Paflions new Opinions ftill excite. And what they Hke at Noon, defpife at Night. They gain with Labour what they quit with Eafe^ And Health for want of Change becomes Difeafe. Religion's bright Authority they dare. And yet are Slaves to fuperftitious Fear. They counfel others, but themfelves deceive. And tho they're cozen'd ftill, they ftill believe. G.5r» . Mankind upon each others Ruin rife, Cowards maintain the Bravej. and Fools the \^"iCq, Hi,iv,Veft.Vlro Mankind each others Stories ftill repeat,.. And Man to Man is a fucceeding Cheat. Hoiv, D, of Lerm, >5^ere 1 [who to my Coft already am One of thofe ftrange prodigious Creatures Man]J A Spirit free to cbufe for my own Share % What Cafe of Flefh and Blood I'd pleafe to wear ; > rd be a Dog, a Monkey, or a Bear 5 ^^ Or any thing but that vain Animal, Who is fo proud of being rational. The Senfes are too grofs, and he'll contrive A fixth to contradid the other five : And before ceitain Inftind ^ill prefer Reafon, which fifty times for one does en*. Reafon, an Ignis Fatuus in the Mind, Which leaving Light of Nature, Senfe, behind, Pathlefs, and dang'rous wandring Ways it takes. Thro Errors fenny Bogs, and thorny Brakes : While the mifguided Follow'r climbs with Pain Mountains of Whimfeys heap'd in his own Brain ; Stumbling fi-om Thought to Thought, falls headlong down Jnt;o Doubt's boundlefs Sea, where like to drown, N 3 Books C 294 ) Books bear him up a while, and make him try To fwim with Bladders of Philofophy, In hopes ftill to o'ertake th' efcaping Light j Till fpent, it leaves him to eternal Night. Huddled in Dirt the reas'ning Engine lies, Who was fo proud, Co witty, and fo wife : Pride drew him in, as Cheats their Bubbles catch, And made him venture to be made a Wretch ; His Wifdom did his Happinefs deftroy ; Aiming to know that World he fhould enjoy. And Wit was his vain frivolous Pretence Of pleafing others at his own Expence : For Wits are treated juft like common Whores, Pirft they're enjoy 'd, and then kick'd out of Doors* Wom.en and Men of Wit are dang'rous Tools, And ever fatal to admiring Fools. Thoie Creatures are the wifeft who attain Ey fareft Means the Ends at which they aim ; it' therefore Jozuler finds and kills his Hare Petrer than Aleers fapplies Committee-Chair, Tho one's a Statefman, th'other but a Hound, jo-wler in Juftice would be wifer found. Birds feed on Birds, Beafts on each other prey, rut lavage 2vlan alone does Man betray ] Prefi'd by Neceflity, they kill for Food ; Man undoes Man to do himfelf no Good. Wirh Teeth and Claws, by Nature arm'd, they hunt Nature's Allowance to fupply their Want : But Man with Smiles, Embraces, Friendfhips, Praife, ITnhimianly his Fellow's Life betrays ; W'ith voluntaiy Pains works his Diftrefs, Not thro Necedity, but Wantonnefs. For Hunger or for Love they fight and tear, While wretched Man is ftill in Arms for Fear : For Fear he arms, and is of Arms afraid \ By Fear to Fear fucceflively betray'd : Bafe Fear, the Source whence his beft Paflion came. His boafted Honour and his dear-bought Fame. The Good he ads, the 111 he does endure, 'Tis all for Fear, to make himfelf fecure ; Merely for Safety after Fame we thirft. For all Men would be Cowards if they durft. And Honefty's againft all common Senfe ; Men mufl be Knaves, 'tis in dieir own Defence : Mankiiid*si ( 290 Mankind's difhonefl: ; if you think it fair Among known Cheats to play upon the Squai-^ You'll be undone : Nor can weak Truth your Reputation fave. The Knaves will all agree to call you Knave : . Long fhall he live infulted o'er, opprefs'd. Who dares be lefs a Villain than the reft. Roch, MARRIAGE. See Husband, "^{[q. To the nuptial Bower I led her blufhing like the Morn; all Heav'n, And happy Conftellations on that Hour Shed their feledeft Influence ; The Earth Gave Sign of Granulation, and each Hill : Joycus the Birds : Frefli Gales and gentle Airs Whifper'd it to the Woods ; and from their Wings rlung Rofe, flung Odours from the fpicy Shmb ; Difpcrting till the am'rous Bird of Night Sung Spouuii, and bid hafte the Evening-Star On his Hill-top to light the bridal Lamp. Milt, And Venus blefs'd with nuptial Blifs the long laborious Night. Eros and Anteros on either Side, One fir'd the Bridegroom, and one warm'd the Bride ; And Hymen from above Shower'd on the Bed the whole Idalian Grower Dryd.PaL^Arc, Hail wedded Love ! myfterious Law ! tine Source Of human Offspring ! fole Propriety In Paradife, of all things common elTe ! By thee adult'rous Luft was driv'n from Man Among the beftial Herds to range •, by thee Founded in Reafon, loyal, juft, and pure, Relations dear, and all the Charities Of Father, Son, and Brother firft were known \ Perpetual Fountain of domeftick Sweets ! Here Love his golden Shafts employs, here lights His conftant Lamp, and waves his Purple Wings ; Here reigns and revels ; not in the bought Smile Of Harlots, lovelefs, joylefs, unindear'd, Cafual Fruition ; nor in Court- Amours, Mix'd Dance, or wanton Mask, or Midnight Ball, Or Serenade, which the ftai*v'd Lover fings To his proud Fair, beft quitted with Difdain. Alilf, When fix'd to one. Love fafe at Anchor rides. And dares the Fuiy of the Wind and Tides j N 4. But ( 296 ) Eiit lofing once that Hold, to the wide Ocean borne, it drives away at Will,to ev'17 Wave a Scorn. Bryd, T<^r*Love, All Women would be of one Piece, The virtuous Matron and the Mifs j The Nymphs of chafte Dianas Train, The fame with thofe in Lukener's-Lane ; But for the Diff'rence Marriage makes 'Twlxt Wives and Ladies of the Lakes, Hud* Marriage, thou Curfe of Love, and Snare of Life ! That i^rit debas'd a Miftrefs to a Wife ! Love like a Scene at diftance fhould appear. Put Marriage views the grofs-daub'd Landskip near. Love's naufeous Cure ! thou cloy'ft whom thou fhould'ft pleafe. And when thou cur 'ft, then thou art theDifeafe. When Hearts are loofe, thy Chain our Bodies ties ; (J3ran, Love couples Friends, but Marriage Enemies. Dry^« Concj^, of And Wedlock without LovCj fome fay, Is but a Lock without a Key ; It is a kind of Rape to marry One that neglefts or cares not for ye ; For what does make it Ravifhment, Eiu being 'gainft the Mind's Confent ? Hud* A Slavery beyond enduring, But that 'tis of our own procuring : As Spiders never feek the Fly, .But leave him of himfelf t'apply ; So Men are by themfelves be tray 'd To quit the Freedom they enjoy'd. And run their Necks into a Noofe, They'd break 'em after to break loofe. Hud* With gaudy Plumes and jingling Bells made proud, The youthful Beaft fets forth and neighs aloud : A Morning-Sun his tinfell'd Harnefs gilds. And the fii-ft Stage a down-hill Green-fword yields. But Oh ! What rugged Ways attend the Noon of Life,^ Our Sun declines ; and with what anxious Strife, What Pain we tug that galling Load a Wife ? All Coui'fers the firft Heat with Vigour mn, But 'tis with Whip and Spur the Race is won. Cong. Old, Batch, Marriage is but a Beaft, fome fay. That carries double in foul Way j Therefore 'tis not to be admir'd. It (hould fo fuddenly be tii-'d. ■^«^- For } C 297 ) lor after Mati-imony's over. He that holds out but half a Lover, Deferves for every Minute moije Than half a Year of Love before, • Hud, Fondnefsis mil th' EfFed of new Delight; Marriage is but the Pleafure of a Day ; The Metal's bafe, the Gilding worn away. J^ryd. Auren, Marriage at beft is but a Vow, Which all Men either break or bow. Hu.U Lord of your felf , uncumber'd with a Wife t Where for a Year, a Month, perhaps a Night, Long Penitence fucceeds a [hort Delight. Minds are fo hardly match'd, that ev'n the hrit, Tho pair'd by Heav'n, in Paradife, were cui's d V For Man and Woman, tho in one they gcow^. Yet, firft or laft, return again to two : He to God's Image, fiie to his was made ; ^ m • So fai-ther from the Fount the Su'eam at random Itray dv How could he ftand ^ when, put to double Pam, He muft a weaker- than himfelf fuftam ? Each might have ftood perhaps, but each alone 5. Two Wreftlers help to pull each other down. Not that my Verfe would blemifh all the Fair, ^ But yet, if Tome be bad, 'tis Wifdom to beware •, ^ r And better ihun the Bait, thaa ftruggle in the Snare. Dry. « > I would not wed her :. No ' were Qie all Defire could wifn, as fair As would the vaineft of her Sex be thought. With Wealth beyond what Woman's Pride could wafte, - She fhould not cheat me of my Freedom. Marry ! When 1 am old, and weai7 of the World, , Imaygrow defperate, nth,, n-'^ And take a Wife to mortify withal. unv..Kj;, .. Marriage to Maids Is like a War to Meo, The Battle caufes Fear, but the fweet Hopes Of winnina at the laft ftiU draws them in.- Lee ML^^ruu. MARS. TheGodof War, whofeunrefiftedSway, ._ The Labours andEvcnts of Arms, obey. ^H^ ' *-'^" Thus on the Banks of Hehms' freezing' Flood, The God of Battels, in his angry Mood, Clafhing his Sword againft his brazen Shield, ^ ^ Letsloofe the Reins, and fcours along die Fieiu-. N 5- ^^'''^ } C 298 ) Before the Wind his fieiy Courfers fly, Groans the fad Earth, refounds tlie rattling Sky, Wrath, TerrouKy Treafon, Tujnttlt, and Defpair^ Dire Faces and deform'd, furround the Car, Friends of the God, and FoUow'rs of the War. Dryd* Virg Strong God of Arms ! whofe Iron Sceptre Iways The freezing North, and Hyperborean Seas, And Scythian Colds, and Thracias wintry Coaft, Where ftand thy Steeds, and thou art honoured moft : There moft ; but every where thy Pow'r h known, The Fortune of the Fight is all thy own : Terrour is thine, and wild Amazement flung From out thy Chariot, withers ev'n the Sti'ong : And Difarray, and fhameful Rout enfue. And Force is added to the fainting Crew. Venus, the publick Care of all above. Thy ftubborn Heart has foften'd into Love : Kow by her Blandifhments and pow'rful Charms, >X^hen yielded, fhe lay curling in thy Arms ; Fv'n by thy Shame, if Shame it may be call'd. When Vulcan had thee in his Net inthrall'd 5 (Oh envy'd Ignominy ! Sweet Difgrace ! When ev'ry God that faw thee, wifb'd thy place !) ;By thofe dear Pleafures, aid my Ai-ms in Fight, And make me conquer in my Patron's Right. For I am young, a Novice in the Trade, The Fool of Love, unpradis'd to perfuade ; And want the foothing .^rts that catch the Fair ; JBut caught my felf, lie ilrnggling in the Snare. Nought can my Strength avail, unlefs by thee Endu'd with Force, 1 gain the Vidory. Acknowledg'd as thou art, accept my Pray'r, If ought 1 have atchiev'd deferve thy Care ; If to my utmoft pow'r, with Sword and Shield, 1 dar'd the Death, unknowing how to yield ; And falling in my Rank, ftill kept the Field, i o be the Morrow's Sweat and Labour mine. The Palm and Honour of the Conqueft thine. Then (hall the War, and ftern Debate, and Strife Immortal, be the Bus'nefs of my Life; And in thy Fane, the dufty Spoil among, High on the burnifli'd Roof^ my Banner fhall be hung, Rank'd with my Champions Bucklers ; and below. With Arms levers'dj tli'Atchievements of my foe, " And I C 299 ) And while thefe Limbs the vital Spirit feeds. While Day to Night, and Night to Day fucceeds. Thy fmoking Altar Ihall be fat with Food Of Incenfe, and the grateful Stream of Blood : Biu-nt-OfF'rings Morn and Evening Hiall be thine. And Fires eternal in thy Temple lliine : This Bufh of yellow Beard, this Length of Hair, Which from my Birth inviolate I bear, Guiltlefs of Steel, and from the Razor free. Shall fall a plenteous Crop, refei-v'd for thee. Dryd, Paho^Arc, Temple of MARS, In the Dome of mighty Mars the Red, With different F^res all the Sides were fpread : This Temple, lefs in Form, with equal Grace, Was imitative of the firft in Thrace, For that cold Region was the lov'd Abode, And fov^'eign Manfion of the Warriour-God. The Landfcape was a Foreft wide and bare. Where neither Beaft nor Human Kind repair. The Fowl that fcent afar, the Borders fly. And fhun the bitter Blaft, and wheel about the ^ky. A Cake of Scurf lies baking on the Ground, And prickly Stubs inftead of Trees are found ; Or Woods with Knots and Knares, deform'd and old ; Headlefs the moft, and hideous to behold. A ratt'ling Tempeft thro the Branches went. That ftript them bare, and one fole way they bent. Heav'n froze above fevere, the Clouds congeal. And through the cryftal Vault appear 'd the ftanding Hail, Such was the Face without, a Mountain ftood, Threatning from high, and ovei'look'd the Wood : Beneath the lowring Brow, and on a Bent, The Temple ftood of Mars Armipotent. The Frame of burnlfh'd Steel, that caft a Glare From far, and feem'd to thaw the freezing Air, A ftreight long Enti-y to the Temple led, Blind with high Walls, and Hori-our over-head ; Thence ifTu d fuch a Blaft, and hollow Roar, As threaten'd from the Hinge to heave the Door. In, thro that Door a northern Lig'it there fhone, 'Twas all it had, for Windows there were none. The Gate was Adamant ; eternal Frame ! Which hew'd by Mars himfelf, from Indian Quarries came. The ( 300 ) The Labour of a God 1 and all along Tough Iron Plates were clench'd, to make It ftroi^. A Tun about was every Pillar there, A polifh'd Mirrour fhone not half To clear. There faw I how the fecret Felon wrought. And Treafon lab'ring in the Traitor's Thought, And Midwife Time the ripen'd Plot to Murder brought. There the red Anger dar'd the pallid lear \ l^ext ftood Hypocrij'y, with holy Leer, Soft-fmiling, and demui'ely looking down 5 But hid the Dagger underneath the Gown. Th' affalilnating Wife, the Houfhold-Hend, And, far the blackeft there, the Traitor-Friend. On th'other fide there ftood DeJiru6lion bare, llnpunifh'd Rapine^ and a Wafte of War. Conteft^ with fliarpen'd Knives in Cloyfters drawn, And all w^ith Blood befmeai''d the holy Lawn. Loud Menaces were heard, and foul Difgrace, And bawling Infamy in Language bafe. Till Senfe was loft in Sound, and Silence fled the Place. The Slayer of himfelf yet faw I there. The Gore congeal'd was clotter'd in his Hair ; With Eyes half clos'd, and gaping Mouth he lay. And grim, as when he breath'd his fullen Soul away. In midft of all the Dome, Misfortune fate. And gloomy Vifcontent^ and fell Debate : And Aladnefs laughing in his ireful Mood ; And arm'd Complaint on Theft, and Cries of Blood. There was the mui'der'd Corps in Covert laid. And vi'lent Death in thoufand Shapes difplay'd. The City to the Soldiers Rage refign'd ; Succefsleft Wars, and Poverty behind. Ships burnt in Fight, or forc'd on rocky Shores, And the rafh Hunter ftrangled by the Boars. The new-born Babe by Nurfes over-laid. And the Cook caught within the raging Fire he made. All Ills of i\^^r^'s"Natui-e ; Flame, and Steel ; The gafping Charioteer beneath the Wheel Of his own Car ; the ruin'd Houfe that falls. And intercepts her Lord betwixt the Walls : The whole Diviiion that to Mars pertains. All Trades of Death that deal in Steel for Gains, Were there ; the Butcher, Armourer, and Smith \i'\\Q forges fharpeft d Fauchions or the Scythe ; } The ( 3.01 ) The fcarlet Conqueji on a Tow'r wa^ plac'cf. With Shouts and Soldiers Acclamations grae'd. n There faw I Mars's Ides, the Capitol, The Seer in vain foretelling C&far^s Fall j The laft Triumvirs, and the Wars they move. And Anthony who loft the World for Love. Thefe, and a thoufand more the Pane adorn. Their Fates were painted e'er the Men were born. All copy'd from the Heav'ns, and mling Force Of the red Star, in his revolving Goarfe. The Form of Mars high on a Chaiiot ftood, (Arc^ All fheath'd in. Arms, and gruffly look'd the God. Dryd, Pal. o* MAT, For thee, fweet Month, the Groves green Liv'ries wear3 If not the fii-ft, the faii'eft of the Year. For thee the Graces lead the dancing Hours ; And Natui'e's ready Pencil paints the Flow'rs : When thy fhort Reign is paft, the fev'rilh Sun (& Arc* The fultiy Tropick fears, and moves more flowly on. Dry d* Pal. Sprightly May commands our Youth to keep The Vigils of her Night, and breaks their fluggard Sleep ; Each gentle Breaft with kindly Warmth fhe moves, {Arc. Inlpires new Flames, revives extinguifh'd Loves. Dryd, PaU zy Golden MEAN. See Greatnefs* > Superfluous Pomp and Wealth I not defire. But what Content and Decency require. Bar* Juv* Pleafui'es abroad the Sport of Nature yields ; Her living Fountains and her fmiling Fields ; And then at home what pleafure is't to fee A little, cleanly, chearful Family ! Wliich if a chafte Wife crown, no lefs in her. Than Fortune, I the golden Mean prefer. Too noble, nor too wife fhe fHould not be. No nor too rich, too fair, too fond of me. Thus let my Life Aide fllently away. With Sleep all Night, and Quiet all the Day. Cowl. Mart* Let Woods and Rivers be My quiet, tho inglorious Deftiny : In Life's cool Vale let my low Scene be laid. Cowl. Virg. Much will always wanting be To him who much defires ; Thi'ice happy he. To whom the wife Indulgency of Heav'n With fpai-ing Hand but ji2l enoi^h has given 1 CowU Hor. He C 302 ) He does not Palaces nor Manners crave, / Would be no Lord, but lefs a Lord would have: The Ground he owns, if he his own can call, He quai'rels not with Heav*n, becaufe *tis fmall. Let gay and toilfom Greatnefs others pleafe, He loves of homely Littlenefs the Eafe. Cowl, Marti Plain was his Couch, and only rich his Mind 5 Contentedly he flept, as cheaply as hedin'd. C9ng,Juv* His calm and harmlefs Life, Free from th* Alarms of Fear and Storms of Strife, Does with fubftantial BlefTednefs abound. And the foft Wings of Peace cover him round. CowU Virg, Their Wealth was the Contempt of it ; which more They valu'd, than rich Fools the fhining Ore. CowU A filent Life he led ; Kor pompous Cares, nor Palaces he knew. But wifely from th' infedious World withdrew. Dryd, Virg, He's no fmall Prince, who eveiy day Thus to himfelf can fay : Kow will I fleep, now eat, now fit, now walk. Now meditate alone, now with Acquaintance talk ^ This will 1 do, here will I ftay : Or if my Fancy calteth me away. My Mmi and 1 will prefently go ride. For we have nothmg to provide. If thou but a Ihort Journy take. As if thy laft thou wert to make, Bus'nefs muft be difpatch'd e'er thou muft go 5 Nor canft thou ftir, unlefs there be A hundred Hoi-fe and Men to wait on thee, AnA many a Mule, and many a Cart, What an unwieldy Man thou art ! The Rhodian Colojfus fo A Journy too might go. CowK If thou be wife, no glorious Fortune chufe. Which 'tis but vain to keep, yet Grief to lofe : For when we place ev'n Trifles in the Heart, With Trifles too unwillingly we part. An humble Roof, plain Bed, and homely Board, More clear untainted Pleafures do afford, Than all the Tumult of vain Greatnefs brings To Kings, or to the Favourites of Kings. Cowl, Hor* Then might I live by my own fui'ly Rules, Not forc'd to worfhip Knaves, or flatter Fools ; And C 303 ) And thus fecur*ci of Eafe by fhunmng Strife, (^Juvl WithPleafure would I fail down the fwift Stremtl of Life. Har* Since Wealth and Pow*r too weak we find To quell the Tumults of the Mind ; Or ftom the Monarch's Roofs of State, Prive thence the Cares that round him wait : Happy the Man with Little Wefs*dj Of what his Father left, po(Iefs*d ; No bafe Defires corrupt his Head, Ko Peai'S difturb him in his Bed, Thy Poition is a wealthy Stock, A fertile Glebe, a fruitful Plock, Horfes and Chariots for thy Eafe, Rich Robes to deck, and make thee pleafe : Tor me, a little Cell I chufe. Pit for my Mind, fit for my Mufe ; Which foft Content does befl adorn. Shunning the Knaves and Fools I fcorn. Otw. Hor^ MELANCHOLY. See Grief. A fudden Damp has feiz'd my Spirits, And like a heavy Weight Hangs on their aftive Springs. Dryd* D. of Culfe* A kind of Weight hangs heavy on my Heart, My flagging Soul flies under her own Pitch, Like Fowl in Air too damp, and lags along As if (he were a Body m a Body, And not a mounting Subftance, made of Fire. My Senfes too are dull and fhipify'd. Their Edge rebated : Sure fome ill Approaches, And fome kind Spirit knocks foftly at my Breafl To tell me Fate's at hand, Dryi. Cleom't Some unborn Sorrow, ripe in Fortune's Womb, Now coming tow'rds me, grieves my inmoft SouL Shak, Rich»2» Sure fome ill Fate's upon me : Diftnift and Heavinefs fit round my Heart, And Apprehenfion fhocks my tim'rous Soul. Otw, Or^h* This Melancholy flatters, but immansyou ; What is it elfe but Penuiy of Soul ? A lazy Froft, a Numnefs of the Mind, That locks up all the Vigour to attempt. By barely crying, 'Tis impoflible ! Dryd* Cleom* It makes a Toy prefs with prodigious Weight, And Avells a Mole-hill to a Mountain's height, For C 304 > For melancholy Men He down and groan^ Prefs'd with the Burden of themfelves alone. Crufh'd with fantaftick Mountains they defpair. Their Heads are grown vafl: Globes too big to bear; A litde Spark becomes a raging Flame, And each weak Blaft a Storm too fierce to tame. So peevifh is the quarrelfom Difeafe, No profperous Fortune can procure it Eafe. Some abfent Happinefs they ftill purfue, Diflike the prefent Good, and long for new; Blac*^ MEMORY. Things which offend when prefent, and affright, In Memoiy well painted, move Delight. Cowh Remember thee ! I, thou poor Ghoft ! while Memory holds a Seat- In this diftrafted Globe. Remember thee ! Yes, from the Table of my Memoiy I'll wipe away all trivial fond Records, All Saws of Books, all Forms, all Preflures paft. That Youth and Obfervation copy'd there ; And thy Commandment all alone fhall live .Within the Book and Volume of my Brain, Unmix'd with bafer Matter. Shak, HamL. Something like That Voice methinks I fhould have fomewhere heard. But Floods of Woes have huriy'd it far off. Beyond my Ken of Soul. DrycU 'Pon Seh* A confus'd Repoit Pafs'd thro my Ears ; But full of Huriy, like a morning Dream, It vanilh'd in the Bufinefs of the Day. Dryd, Oedip, 'Tis loft ; Like what we think can never fhun Remembrance, Yet of a fudden's 2,one beyond the Clouds. Lee Oedi^*. MERCHANT. 5^^ Mony. So when the Merchant fees his Veffel loft, Tho richly freighted from a foreign Coaft, Gladly for Life the Treafure he v/ould give. And only wifhes to efcape and live : Gold and his Gains no more employ his Mind, But driving o'er the Billows with the Wind, {Tair Pen. Cleaves to one faithful Plank, and leaves the reft behind. Kcwe^ I, in my private Baik already wreck'd, **' Like a poor Merchant driv'n on unknown Land, That :} ( 30^ ) That had by chance pack'd up his deareft Treafui'e In one rich Casket, and fav'd only that ; Since I muft wander fui'ther on the Shore, Thus hug my little, but my precious Store, Refolv'd to fcorn, and truft my Pate no more. Otw, When Merchants break, o'erthrown Like Ninepins, they ftrike others down. Hud, ME RCURY. Hermes obeys ; with golden Pinions binds His flying Feet, and moimts the Weftern Winds. But fii'ft he grafps within his aweful Hand, The Mark of fov'reign Pow'r, his magick Wand : With this he draws the Ghofts from hollow Graves, With this he drives them down to Stygian Waves 5 "With this he feals in Sleep the wakeful Sight, And Eyes, tho clos'd in Death, reflores to Light. Thus armM, the God begins his airy Race, And drives the racking Clouds along the liquid Space J Now fees the Top of Atlas as he Rl&s^ Where, pois'd upon his Wings, the God defcends. Then, reded thus, he from the towering Height Plung'd downward with precipitated Flight 5 Lights on the Seas, and skims along the Flood. As Water-Fowl, who feek their fifhy Food, Lefs and yet lefs to diftant profpe To Threats the ftubborn Sinner oft is hard, Wrap*d in his Crimes againft the Storm prepared ; \ But when the milder Beams of Mercy play, ' He melts, and throws his cumb'rous Cloke away. Lightning and Thunder, Heav'n's Artillery, As Harbingers, before th' Almighty fly : Thofe but proclaim his Stile, and difappear ; The ftiller Sound fucceeds, and God is there. Dryd* Heav'n has but Our Sorrow for our Sins, and then delights To pardon erring Man. Sweet Mercy feems Its dariing Attribute, which limits Juftice ; -^ As if there were Degrees in Infinite, And Infinite would rather want Perfedion, Than punifh to Extent. Dryd. All for Love, Curfe on th* unpard'ning Prince, whom Tears can draw To no Remorfe ; who lailes by Lions Law ; And, deaf to Pray'rs, by no SubmifTion bow'd. Rends all alike, the Penitent and Proud Dryd* Pah O* Arc* But Kings too tame, are defpicably good. Dryd* Por Goodnefs in excefs may be a Sin, Juflice muft tame whom Mercy cannot win. HaU Ev'n Heav'n is weary'd with repeated Crimes, Till Lightning flafhes round to guard the Throne, And the curb'd Thunder grumbles to begone, Dry*D,ofGmfe* METALS. Now thofe profounder Pvegions they explore, Where Metals ripen in vaft Cakes of Ore ; I Here, fullen to the Sight, at large is fpread The dull unwieldy Mafs of lumpifh Lead. There glimm'ring in their dawning Beds are feett. The more afpiring Seeds of fprightly Tin. The Copper fparkles next in ruddy Streaks, And in the Gloom betrays its glowing Cheeks. The Silver then, with bright and bui'nifh'd Grace, Youth, and a blooming Luflre in its Face, To th' Arms of thofe more yielding Metals flies. And in the Folds of theii' Embraces lies. So clofe they cling, fo ftubbornly retire. Their Love's more vi'lent than the Chvmift's Fire. Car* MILKY-WAY. A Way there is in Heav'n*s expanded Plain, Which, when the Skies are clear, is feen below. And Mortals by the Name of Milky know ; ' The ( 307 ) The Ground-work is of Stars, thro which the Road Lies open to the Thunderer's Abode. Dryd, Ovid* A broad and ample Road, whofe Duft is Gold, And Pavement Stars, as Stais to us appear Seen in the Galaxy, that Milky- Way, Like to a circling Zone, powder'd with Stars. Mtlti MISER. See Content. Like a Mifer 'midft his Store, Who grafps and grafps till he can hold no more j And when his Strength is wanting to his Mind, Looks back and fighs on what he left behind. Dryd. Tyr, Love* At Midnight thus th'Ufurer fteals untrack'd, ^o make a Vifit to his hoaitded Gold, And feaft his Eyes upon the fhining Mammon. Otw. Orph* Slaves, who ne'er knew Mercy ; Sour, unrelenting, Mony-loving Villains, Who laugh at human Natiu-e and Forgivenefs, And are, Uke Fiends, the Fadors for Defti'udion. Rowe I air Pen. MISTRESS. ' Beware the dang'rous Beauty of the Wanton, Shun their Enticements : Ruin, like a Vultui'e, Waits on their Conquefts ; Falfhood too's their Bus*nef8| They put falfe Beauty off to all the World, llCc falfe Endearments to the Fools that love diem ; And when they marry, to their filly Husbands The^^ Wm^ falfe Virtue, broken Fame and Fortune. Otw. Or^h* You bear the fpecious Title of a Wife, To guild your Caufe, and draw the pitying World To favour it : The World contemns poor me \ For I have loft my Honoui*, loft my Fame, And ftain'd the Glory of my royal Houfe ; And all to bear the branded Name of Miftrefs. [Spoken- hy Cleopana.] Dryd, All for Love* For now the World is grown fo waiy. That few of eidier Sex dare mai'ry j But rather truft on tick t' Amours, The Crofs and Pile for better or worfe : A Mode that is held honoui-able. As well as French and fafhionable. H««» MISTS. See Clouds, Fog. Ye Mifts and Exhalations that now rife From Hill or fteaming Lake, dusky, and grey, Till the Sun paint your fleecy Skirts widi Gold ; Either C 30S ) Either to deck with Clouds th' uncolour'd Sky, Or wet the thirfty Earth whh falling Show'rs. Mlttm MO NY. 5^^ Gold. Mony being the common Scale Of things by Meafure, Weight, and Tale ; In all th' Affairs of Church and State, Is both the Ballance and the Weight. Hud» For Mony is the only Pow'r That all Mankind falls down before. Hud» Men venture Necks to gain a Fortune : The Soldier does it ev'ry day, (Eight to the Week) for Sixpence Pay : Your Pettifoggers damn their Souls, To Ihare with Knaves in cheating Fools ; And Merchants venturing thro the Main, Slight Pirates, Rocks, and Horns, for Gain. , Hud, This Mony has a Pow*r above The Stars and Fates to manage Love ; - Whofe AiTows, learned Poets hokl. That never fail, are tipp'd with Gold, Hud* And tho Love's all the World's Pretence, 1 Mony's the mythologick Senfe ^ ' The real Subftance of the Shadow, Which all Addrefs and Courtfliip's made to. Hfid* For Mony 'tis, that is the great I Provocative to am'rous Heat ; 'Tis Beauty always in the Flow'r, That buds and bloflbms at Fourfcore ; 'Tis Virtue, Wit, and Worth, and aU That Men divine and facred call : For what's the Worth of any thing, But fo much Mony as 'twill bring ? lind* Hence 'tis, no Lover has the Pow*r T' enforce a defperate Amour, Like him that has two Strings to's Bow, And burns for Love and Mony too ; For then he's brave and refolute, Difdains to render in his Suit ; ][ias all his Flames and Raptures double. And hangs or drowns with half the trouble. Hnd, And to be plain, 'tis not your Perfon My Stomach's fet fo fharp and fierce on j But 'tis your better Part, your Riches,, That my enamoured Heart bewitdies. H«^. ( 3<>9 ) Tor Mony, like the Swords of Kings, Is the laft Reafon of all things. j^^^ MOON. See Blufli, Creation, Hell. He fmooth'd the rough-caft Moon's imperfea: Mold, And comb'd her beamy Locks with facred Gold : Be thou, faid he, Qiieen of the mournful Nighu , And, as he fpoke, ftie rofe clad o*er in Light, iWith thoufand Stars attending on her Train* , I With her they rife, with her they fet again« CowU I The Moon Rifing in clouded Majefty, at length CJnvdl'd her peerlefs Light ; I She o'er the Dark her lilver Mande threw. And m her pale Dominion check'd the Night. Mllt^ Nor equal Light th' unequal Moon adorns. Or in her wexing, or her waning Horns ; For ev*ry Day fhe wanes, her Pace is lefs 5 But gadi'ring into Globe, fhe fattens at Increafe. Dryd^ Ovid, The Queen of Night, whofe vaft Command Rules all the Sea, and half the Land ; And over nioift and crazy Brains, In high Spiing-Tides at Midnight reigns, Hud» MORNING. See Blufh, 'Twas ebbing Darknefs, pail the Noon of Night, [And Phofphor on the Confines of the Light, jPromis'd the Sun, e'er Day began to fpring : |The tuneful Lark began to ftretch her Wing, {Pal, O* Arc, jAnd flick'ring on her Neft, made fhort EfTays to fing. Dr'jd, Now Morn her ro{y Steps in th' orient Clime I Advancing, fow'd the Earth with eallern Pearl. Milti The rof)^-finger'd Morn appears, / And from her Mantle fhakes her Tears ; 1 The Sun arifing. Mortals chears, I And drives the rifing Mifts away. In promife of a glorious Day. Dry^. Alh. & Alhan, Dim Night her fhadowy Cloud withdraws ; tlie Morn, Wak'd by the circling Hours, with rofy Hand Unbarr'd the Gates of Light. Milt. Now the fair Morn fmiles with a purple Ray, Clearing before the Sun the eaftern Way ; Whofe radiant Train pours from the Gates of Light, And the new Day does to new Toils invite. JB/^f. And now went forth the Morn array'd in Gold, And from before her vanifh'd gloomy Night, Shot (310) Shot through with orient Beams. MUtJi Aurora had but newly chasM the Night, And purpled o*er theSky with blufhing Light. T^ryd.PaLo'ArcA 'Twas juft the time when the new Ebb of Night Did the moift World unveil to human Sight. CowU: And now a Glance from mild Aurora's Eyes Shoots thro the cr)'ftal Kingdoms of the Skies ; The favage Kind in Eorefts ceafe to roam. And Sots, o'er-charg'd widi naufeous Loads, reel home : Light's chearful Smiles o'er th' azure Wafte are fpread. And Mifs from Inns o' Court bolts out unpaid. Car» Mean while, to re-falute the World with facred Light Leucothoe wak'd, and with frefh Dews embalm'd The Earth. And now the fmiling Morn begins Her rofy Progrefs. Milu The morning Laik, the Meflenger of Day, Saluted in her Song the Morning grey ; And fbon the Sun arofe with Beams fo bright. That all th' Horizon laugh'd to fee the joyous Sight. He with his tepid Rays the Rofe renews, (jO* Arc» And licks the dropping Leaves, and dries the Dews. Dr^d, PaU Now rofe the ruddy Morn from Thhon's Bed, And with the Dawn of Day the Skies o'erfpread. Nor long the Sun his daily Courfe with-held. But added Colours to the World reVeal'd. J)ryd, Vlrg^ At length gay Morn (miles in the Eaftern Sky | From robbing filent Graves the Sextons fly ; The rifing Mifts skud o'er the dewy Lawns, The Chanter at his early Mattins yawns : The Vi'lets ope their Buds, Cowflips their Bells, And Progne her Complaint of Tereus tells. Carn The Sun had long fince in the Lap Of Thetis taken out his Nap ; And, like a Lobfter boil'd, the Morn From Black to Red began to tiu'n. Hud, Aurora on Etefian Breezes borne. With blufhing Lips breathes out the fprightly Morn.' Each Flow'r in Dew their fhort-liv'd Empire weeps. And Cynthia with her lov'd Endymion fleeps. Car, Now had Aurora on the Pace of Night ; Pour'd from her golden Urn frefh Streams of Light, That fin'd and clear'd the Air ; while down to Hell The fhady Dregs precipitated fell. ^^^^* Ajid C3II) And now the rlfing Morn with rofy Light, Adorns the Skies, and puts the Stars to flight. Dryd, Vtrg. The Morn enfuing from the Mountain's Height, Had fcarcely fpread the Skies with rofy Light 5 Th' etherial Courfers, bounding from the Sea, From out their flaming Noftrils breath*d the Day. Vf^d, Vtrg, Behold, the Morn, in ruflet Mantle clad, Walks o'er the Dew of yon high Eaftern WL Shak,:Eiom,ir'3uU Behold what Su'eaks Of Light embroider all the cloudy Eaft. Night's Tapers are burnt out, and jocund Day Upon the Mountain-tops fits gaily dr efs'd. While all the Birds bring Mufick to his Levee. Shak,Rom,^ Jtih Prom Amber Shroudy I fee the Morning rife. Her rofy Hand begins to paint the Skies : And now the City Emmets leave their Hive, And roufing Hinds to chearful Labour drive. High Cliffs and Rocks are pleafing Objeds now. And Nature fmiles upon the Moimtain's Brow \ The joyful Birds falute the Sun's Approach, The Sun too laughs, and mounts his gaudy Coach ; While from his Car the dropping Gems diftil ; (Paris* And all the Eaith and all the Heav'ns do fmile. Lee MaJJ'acre of It is methinks a Morning full of Fate ; It rifes flowly, as her fuUen Care Had all the Weights of Sleep and Death hung on it. She is not rofy-finger'd, but fwoU'n black j Her Face is like a Water turn'd to Blood ; And her fick Head is bound about with Clouds, As if fhe threaten'd Night e'er Noon of Day, ^oh* Catiline* The Morning rifes black, the low'ring Sun Drives heavily his fable Chariot on : The Face of Day now blufhes fcarlet-deep. tee AUx* Wifh'd Morning's come ; and now upon the Plains And diflant Mountains, where they feed their Flocks, The happy Shepherds leave their homely Huts, And with their Pipes proclaim the new-born Day. The lufly Swain comes with his well-fiU'd Scrip Of healthful Viands, which, when Hunger calls. With much Content and Appetite he eats ; To follow in the Field his daily Toil, And drefs the grateful Glebe that yields him FruitSu The Beafls that under the warm Hedges flept, And weather'd out the cold bleak Night, ai'e up j And C 312 ) And looking tow'rds the neighb'ring Paftures, tslCe Their Voice, and biddieir Fellow-brutes Good-mori'OW : The cheerful Birds too on the Tops of Trees Aflemble all in Choirs, and with their Notes Salute, and welcome up the rifing Sun. Otw, Or/, Parent of Day ! whofe beauteous Beams of Light Spring from the darkfom Womb of Night, And 'midft their native Horrors fhow Like Gems adorning of the Negro's Brow. Not Heav'ns fair Bow can equal thee. In all its gaudy Drapeiy : Thou fii-ft EfTay of Light, and Pledg of Day, Rival of Shade ! Eternal Spring of Light ! From thy bright unexhaufted Womb, The beauteous Race of Days and Seafons come. Thy Beauty Ages cannot wrong. But 'fpite of Time thou'rt ever young. Thou art alone Heav'n's modeft Virgin-Light^ Whofe Face a Veil of Blufhes hides from human Sight. At thy Approach, Nature erefts her Head \ The fmiling Univerfe is glad ; The drowfy Earth and Seas awake. And from thy Beams new Life and Vigoui* take. When thy more chearful Rays appear, Ev*n Guilt and Women ceafe to fear : Horror, Defpair, and all the Sons of Night, Retire before thy Beams, and take their hafty Flight. Thou rifeft in the fragrant Eaft, Like the fair Phoenix from her balmy Heft ; But yet thy fading Glories foon decay, Thine's but a momentary Stay ; Too foon thou'it ravifh'd from our Sight, Borne down the Stream of Day, and ovei-whelm'd with Light : Thy Beams to thy own Ruinhafte, They're fmm'd too exquidte to laft ; Thine is a glorious, but a fhort-liv'd State ; Pity fo fair a Birth fhould yield fo foon to Fate. Tald, MO RPHEU S, Somnusy the droufy God, Excited Morpheus from the fleepy Croud : Morpheus, of all his numerous Train, exprefs'd The Shape of Man, and imitated beft The Walk, the Words, the Gefture could fupply. The Habit miaiid, and the Mein bely ; ■ Plays C 313 ) Pbys well, but all his AIatures : Each has ten thoufand thoufand difF'vent Forms, In which they dance confus'd before the Sleeper ; While the vain God laughs to behold what Pain Imaginaiy Evils give Mankind. Ro'J^^e Ulyjf* T O-xM O R R O W. See Drinking. Seek not to know To-morrow's Doom, That is not ours which is to come ! The prefent Moment's all oui- Store, The next fhould Fleav'n allow, Then tliis will be no more : So all our Life is but one inftant Now. Look on each Day you've paft To be a mighty Treafure won ; And lay each Minute out in hafte. We're fui'e to live too faft. And cannot live too foon. Con^. Hor, To-Morrow and her Works defy, Lay hold upon the prefent Hour, And fnatch the Pleafures pafling by. To put them out of Fortune's PowV ; Nor Love, nor Love's Delights difdain, Whate'er thou get'ft To-Day is Gain. Dryd, Hor. We are not fure To-morrow will be ours ; Wars have, like Lo\^, their favourable Hours : Let us ufe all ; for if we lofe one Day, The white one Ivi the Croud may flip away. Dryi. T'yrn Loie. O , Happy C 3U ) Happy the Man, and happy he alone. He who can call To-Day his own ! He, who fecure within, can fay, To-Morrow do thy worft, for I have liv*d To-Day. Be fair, or foul, or rain, or fhine, The Joys I have poflefs'd in fpite of Fate are mine : Nor Heav'n it-felf upon the paft has Pow*r, CHor, But what ha^ been, has been, and I have had my Hour. Vr'^d* The hoar)' Fool, who many Days Has ftruggl'd with continued Sorrow, Renews his Hopes, and blindly lays " The defp'rate Bett upon To-Morrow : To-Morrow comes, 'tis Noon, *tis Night, This Day like all the former fled. Yet on he iirns to feek Delight To-Morrow, till To-Night he's dead. Prlor^ Learn The Bounds of Good and ivil to difcern. tlnhappy he who does this Work adjourn. And till To-Morrow would the Seai'ch delay ; His lazy Morrow will be like To-Day. Yefterday was once To-Morrow : Tl\at Yefterday is gon^, and nothing gain'd. And all thy fiuitlefs Days will thus be drain'd j For thou haft more To-Mon'ows yet to ask. And wilt be ever to begin thy Task ; Thou like the hindmoft Chariot-wheels art curft, Srill to be near, but ne'er to reach the fii-ft. Dfjd, Perf Our Yefterday's To-morrow now is gone. And ftill a new To-morrow does come on \ We by To-morroW'S draw up all our Store, *rili the exhaufted Well can yield no more. Cowl. Perf. To morrow I will live, the Fool does fay, T-o-Day it felf 's too late •, th« Wife liv'd Yefterday. CowlMart. Life for Delays and Doubts no Time does give ; None e\^r yet made too much Hafte to live. Cowl, Mart, MOUNTAINS. See Atlas, Creation, Parting, Tenerijf, Vefuvius. His proud Heart the aliy Mountain hides Among the ClouJs *, his Shoulders and his Sides A fhadv Mantle clothes ; his curled Brows Frown on the gentle Stream, which calmly flows : While Winds and Storms his lofty Forehead beat. The common Fate of all the hii^h and great. Venh* As C 3IO As Alpine Hlfls, which o'er the Cbuds arKe, And rear their Heads amidft contiguous Skies, Enjoy ferene, unintermpted Day, And floating Tempefts all beneath fui-vey : Their lofty Peaks no threat'ning Meteors wear. Nor pond'rous Fogs, which cloud infenour Air : The ftedfaft Heaps the raging Winds defy. So deep they fix their Roots, and raife their Heads (b high, BUc Nigh the dull Shore a (hapelefs Mountain ftood. That with a dreadful Frown (lu-vey'd the Flood ; Its fearful Brow no lively Greens put on ; No frisking Goats bound o'er the ridgy Stone. Gar, Ridges of high contiguous Hills arife. Divide the Clouds, and penen'ate the Skies. Blac, Like Erixy or like Athos great he fhows. Or Father Appenine, when white with Snows, His Head drvine, obfcure in Clouds he hides. And fhakes the founding Forefl on his Sides. Dfyd, Vir'r, As when a Fragment from a Mountain torn, By raging Tempefts, or by Torrents born^ ; Or fapp'd by Time, or loofen'd from the Roots, Prone thro the Void, the rocky Ruin fhoots, Rollii^ from Crag to Crag, from Steep to Steep; Down fink at once the Shepherds and their Sheep ; Involv'd alike, they rufh to nether Ground ; (Dryd. Virff. Stunn'd with the Shock they falljand flunnM from Earth rebound. Not with lefs Ruin than the Baian Mole, Rais'd on the Seas the Surges to controul. At once comes tumbling down the rocky WaU j Prone to the Deep the Stones disjointed fall Off the vafl Pile : The fcatter'd Ocean 9i{ts, (virg. ^ Black Sands, difcoloui-'d Froth, and mingled Mud anTe. Dt\cL MURRAIN. Here from the vicious Air, and fickly Skies, A Plague did on the dumb Creation rife. During th 'autumnal Heats th'Infedion grew. Tame Cattel, and the Beafts of Nature flew : Pois'ning the flanding Lakes, and Pools impui'e. Nor was the foodful Grafs in Fields feaire : Strange Death ! For when the thirfty Fire had drunk Their vital Blood, and their dry Nerves were flnrunk ; When the contracted Limbs were cramp'd, e'en then A waterifh Humour fwell'd, and ooz'd agen j O 2 Con- (3iM Converting Into Bane the kindly Juice, Ordaia'd by Nature for a better VCe, The Vidim Ox, that was for Altars prefs'd, Trimm'd with white Ribbands, and with Garlands drefs'^. Sunk of himfelf, without the God's Command, Preventing the flow Sacrificer's Hand ; Or, by the holy Butcher if he fell, Th' infpeded Entrails could no Fates foretel : Nor, laid on Altars, did pure Flames arife. But Clouds of fmould'ring Smoak forbad the Sacrifice. Scarcely the Knife was redden'd with his Gore, Or the black Poifon ftain'd the fandy Floor. The thriven Calves in Meads their Food forfake. And render their fweet Souls before the plenteous Rack : The fawning Dog runs mad ; The wheafing Swine With Coughs is choak'd, and labours from the Ciiine. The Vidor Horfe, forgetful of his Food, The Palm renounces, and abhors the Flood ; ' Ke paws the Ground, and on his hanging Ears "1 A doubtful Sweat in clammy Drops appears, S Parch'd is his Hide, and rugged are his Hairs, J Such are the Symptoms of the young Difeafe ; | But in Time'tProcefs, when his Pains increafe, 1 He rolls his mournful Eyes, he deeply groans, | With patient SobDings, and with manly Moans : He heaves for Breath, which, from his Lungs fupply'd. And fetch'd from far, diftends his Inb'ring Side ; To his rough Palate his dry Tongue fucceeds. And ropy Gore he from his Noftrils bleeds. Fir'd into Rage, at length he grinds his Teeth h\ his ownFleQi, and feeds approaching Death. The Steer, who to the Yoke was bred to bow (Studious of Tillage and the crooked Plow) Falls down and dies *, and dying fpews a Flood Of foamy Madnefs mix'd with clotted Blood. The Clown, v/ho, curfing Providence, repines. His mournful Fellow from the Team disjoins •, W ith many a Groan forfakes his fruitlefs Care, And in th'unfinifh'd Furrow leaves the Share. The pining Steer, no Shades of lofty Woods, Nor flow'ry Meads can eafe, nor chryftal Floods PvoU'd from the Rocks : His flabby Flanks decreafe. His Eyes are fettled in a ftupid Peace ; His C 317 ) His Bulk too weighty for his Thighs is grown. And his imweildy Neck hangs drooping down. The nightly Vv^olf that round th' Enclofure proU'd, To leap the Fence, now plots not on the Fold, Tam'd with a fnarper Pain. The fearful Doe, And flying Stag, amidft the Greyhounds go ; And round the Dwellings roam of Man, their fiercer Foe. The fcaly Nations of the Sea profound, Like fhipwreck'd Carcafts, are driven a'^round ; And mighty Phoc&^ never feen before In Oiallow Sn-eams, are ftranded on the Shore. The Viper dead within her Hole is found ; Defencelefs was the Shelter of the Ground. The Water-Snake, whom Fifh and Paddocks fed, With ftaring Scales lies poifon'd in iiis Bed. To Birds their native Heav'ns contagious prove. From Clouds they fall, and leave their Souls above. The Rivers, and their Banks, and Hills around With Lowings, and with dying Bleats refoimd : At length, Fate ftrikes a univerfal Blow, To Death at once whole Herds of Cartel go : Sheep, Oxen, Horfes fall j and, heap'd on high. The differing Species in Confufion lie. Vr}(l^ From pois'nous Stars a mortal Influence came, (The mingled Malice of their Flame) A skilful Angel did th' Ingredients take, ^ And with juft Hands the fad Compofure make •, ^ And over all the Land did a fiill Vial fliake ; j Thirft, Giddinefs, Faintnefs, and putrid Heats, And pining Pains, and fhiv'ring Sweats, On all the Cattel, all the Beaflis did fall : The laboring Ox drops down before the Plow 5 And the crown'd Vidims, to the Altar led. Sink, and prevent the lifted Blow. The gen'rous Hoife from the full Manger turns his Head, Docs his lov'd Floods, and Paftures fcorn. Hates the fhrill Tmmpet and the Horn, Nor can his lifelefs Nofl:rils pleafe. With the once ravifliing Smell of all his dappled Miftrefles. The fl:arving Sheep refufe to feed. They bleat their innocent Souls out into Air ; The faithful Do2;s lie gafping by them there ; Th'aftonilh'd Shepherd weeps, and breaks his tuneRil Reed. O 3 MUSE. C 3lS ) MUSE. G05 the rich Chariot inftantly prepare ; The Queen, myMufe, will take the Aiti Unruly Fancy witli ftrong Judgment ti'ace. Put in the nimble-footed Wity Smooth-pac'd Eloquence join with it : Sound Memory with young Invention place, Harnsfs all the winged Race ; Let the Poftilion Nature mount. The Coachman Art be fet ; And let the airy Footmen, running all befide. Make a long Row of goodly Pride. Tigures, Conceits, Raptures and Sentences, In a well -worded Drefs ; And innocent Loves, and pleafant Truths, and artful Lye^i In all their gaudy Liveries. Mount, glorious Queen ! thy trav'Uing Throne, And bid put on; For long, tho chearful is the way. And Life, alas ! allows but one ill Winter's Day : Where never Foot of Man, nor Hoof of Beaft Tlie PafTage prefs'd ; Where never Fifli did fly. And with fhort filver Wings cut the low liquid Sky $ Where Bird, with painted Oar, did ne'er Row thro the tracklefs Ocean of the Air. Where never yet did piy The bufy Morning's curious Eye, The Wheels of thy bold Coach pafs quick and free, And all's an open Road to thee : Whatever God did fay. Is all thy plain and fhiooth uninterrupted way. Nay, e'en beyond his Works thy Voyages are known. Thou haft Ten thoufand Worlds too of thy own. Thou fpeak'ft, great Queen, in the fame Stile as he ', And a new World leaps forth when thou %'ft, Let it h» Thou fathom'ft the deep Gulph of Ages paft. And canft pluck up with eafe The Years which thoudoft pleafe ; Like fhipwreck'd Treafures, by rude Tempefts caft Long fince into the Sea, Brought up again to Light and publick Ufe by thee. Nor ( 3^9 ) Nor doft thou only dive Co low ; But fly, With an unweary'd Wing, the other way as high : Where Fates among the Stars do grow, There into the clofe Nefts of Time doft peep. And there with piercing Eye, Thro the firm Shell, and the thick White doft fpy Times to come a forming lie, Clofe in their facred Secundine afleep ; Till hatched by the Sun's vital Heat, Which o*er them yet does brooding fit, They Life and Motion get : And ripe at laft with vigorous Might Break thro the Shell, and- take their everlafting Flight. And fure we may The fame too of the Prefent fay. If Paft and Future Times do thee obey : Thou ftop'ft this Cunenr, and doft make The runniqg River fettle, like a Lake ; Thy certain Hand holds faft this flipp'iy Snake. The Fruit which does fo quickly wafte. Men fcarce can fee it, much lefs tafte. Thou comfiteft in Sweets to make it laft.. This Ihining Piece of Ice, Which melts fo Coon away. With the Sun's Ray ; Thy Verfe does folidate and cryftallize^ Till it a lafting Mirrour be ; Nay, thy immortal Rhyme Makes this one fhort Point of Time To fill up half the Orb of round Eternity. Cowh Invocations of the Mufes* Now e'er we venture to unfold Atchievements fo refolv'd and bold^ "We fhould, as learned Poets ufe. Invoke th' Aftlftance of fome Mufe : "We think 'tis no great matter which j They're all alike ; yet we Ihall pitch On one that fits our purpofe moft. Whom therefore thus we doaccoft. Hnd. Queen of all harmonious Things ! Dancing Words, and fpeakii^ Strings ; What God, what Hero wilt thou fing ? What happy Man to equal Glories bring ? O 4 Begin, ( 320 ) Begin, begin thy noble Choice ; P'md, And let the Hills around refled the Image of thy Voice. {CovA. Now, Erato^ thy Poet's Mind infpire. And fill his Soul with thy celeftial Fire. Dry^. Virg, And now the mighty Labour is begun, Ye Mufes, open all your Helicon ; For well you know, and can record alone, {^^'irg» What Fame to future Times conveys but darkly down. Br'fd. Ye Mufes, ever fair, and ever young, Ail.ft my Numbers, and infpire my Song : For you 'in finging martial Fath excel ; You beft remember, and alone can tell. Bryd. Vtrg, Defcend from Heav^i, Urania / by that Name If rightly thou art call'd, whofe Voice divine FoH'wing, above tWolympian Hill 1 foar ; Above the Flight of Pegafean Wing : The Meaning, not the Name I call \ for thou iTor of the Mufes Nine, nor on the Top Of old Olympus dweU'ft ^ but heav'nly-born, « " Before the Hills appeared, or Fountains flowed, T'hou with eternal Wifdom didft converfe ; V*^ ifdom, thy Sifter ; and with her didft pI.Ty In Frefence of th' Almighty Father, pleas'd With thy celeftial Song : Up-led by thee into the Heav'n of Heav'ns I have prefum'd. An earthly Gueft, and drawn EmpyreahAir, Thy Temp'ring : With like Safety guided down. Return me to my native Element : Left from this ftying Steed unrein'd (as once Bellerophon, tho from a lower Clime) Difmounted, on tWAleian Field I fall, EiToneous, there to wander, and forlorn. Half yet remains unfung, but narrower bound Within the vifible diurnal Sphere ; Standing on Earth, not wrapt above the Pole, More fafe I fing with moital Voice, unchanged To hoarfe or mute ; tho fall'n on evil Days, On evil Days tho fall'n and evil Tongues ; In Darknefs, and with Dangers compafs'd round, And Solitude : Yet not alone, while thou Vifit'ft my Slumbers nightly, or when Morn Purples the Eaft ; ftill govern thou my Song, Urania^ and fit Audience find, tho few '. dBut di'ive far off the barb'rous Diftbnance Of. ( 321 ) Of Bacchus and his Kevellers, the Race Of that wild Rout that tore the Thracian Bard In Rhodope ; where Woods and Rocks had Ears To Rapture, till the favage Clamour drown'd Both Harp and Voice ; nor could the Mufe defend Her Son. So fail not thou, who thee implores ; Por thou art heav'nly, fhe an empty Dream. Milt, Thou that with Ale or viler Liquors, Didft infpire Withers, Pryn, and Vickars^ And force them, tho it were in fpite Of Nature and their Stars, to write 5 Who, as we find in fullen Writs, And crofs-grain'd Works of modern Wits, With Vanity, Opinion, Want, The Wonder of the Ignorant, The Praifes of the Author, pen'd B'himfelf, or Wit-infliring Friend, The Itch of Pifture in the Front, With Bays, and wicked Rhyme upon't \ - All that is left o'th' forked Hill, To make Men fcribble without Skill ; Canft make a Poet fpite of Fate, And teach all People to tranflate 5 Tho out of Languages in which They underftand no Part of Speech ; Afliil me but this once I implore. And I fhall trouble thee no more. Hud» M U S I C K. See Lute, Lyre, Poetry, Singing, Tell me, O Mufe ! (for thou, or none, canft tell) The myftick Pow'rs, that in bleft Numbers dwell. At firft a various unform'd Hint we find Rife in fome Godlike Poet's fertile Mind, Till all the Parts and Words their places take 5 And with jufl: Marches Verfe and Mufick make. Such was God's Poem, this World's new Eflay ; So wild and rude in its firft Draught it lay ; Th' ungovern'd Parts no Correfpondence knew. And artlefs War from thwarting Motions grew. Till they to Number and fix'd Rules were brought By the eternal Mind's poetick Thought : Water and Air he for the Tenour chofe, Eaith made the Bafe, the Treble Flame arofe : To th' aftive Moon a quick bvjsk Stroke he gave. To SatPirn's Su'inii a Touch more foft and grave 5 O , " The C 322 ) 1 he Motions ftreight, and round, and fwift, and flow. And iliortj and long, were mix'd and woven fo. Did in fuch anful Figures frnoothly fall. As made this decent meafur*d Dance of All. And this is Mufick. CowU From Harmony, from Heav'nly Harmony, ' This univerfal Frame began : From Harmony to Harmony Thro all the Compafs of the Notes it ran. The Diapafon clofing full in Man. Dryd, But Man may juftly tuneful Strains admire. His Soul is MuHck, and his Breaft a Lyre : A Lyre, which while its various Notes agree. Enjoys the Sweet of its own Harmony. In us rough Hatred with foft Love is join'd, J> And fprightly Hope with grov'ling Fear combin'd, S To form the Parts of our harmonious Mind. j What raviflies the Soul, what charms the Ear, Is Mufick, tho a various Drefs it wear. Beauty is Mufick too, tho in difguife ; 7 Too fine to toi^li the Ear, it flrikes the Eyes, ^ And thro 'em to the Soul the filent Stroke conveys. j 'Ti$ Mufick Heavenly, fuch as in a Sphere We only can admire, but cannot hear. Nor is the Pow'r of |^umbers lefs below, By them all Humours yield, all Paffions bow. And ilubborn Crouds are chang'd, yet know not how* Let other Arts in fenflefs Matter reign, Mimick in Brafs, or with mix'd Juices Itain ; Mufick, the mighty Artift, Man, can rule, As long as it has Numbers, he a Soul, As much as Man can thofe mean Arts controul. If Mufick be the Food of Love, play on ; That Strain again : It had a dying Fall : Oh ! it came o'er my Ear like a fweet Sound, That breathes upon a Bank of Violets, Stealing and giving Odour. Shak, Twelfth Night* Mufick has Charms to footh a favage Breafl, To foften Rocks, and bend a knotty Oak : .I've read that things inanimate have mov'd. And, as with living Souls, have been infbrm'd By magick Niunbers, and perfuafive Sound. Cong% Mourn^Brldtt Let there be Mufick, let the Mafler touch The fprightly String, and foftly-breathing Flute j T } .1 C 323 ) Till Harmony rouze ev'iy gentle Paflion! Teach the cold Maid to lofe her Fears in Love, And the fierce Youdi to languifli at her feet. Begin ! Ev'n Age it felf is cheer*d with Mufick, It wakes a glad Remembrance of our Youth, Calls back paft Joys, and warms us into Tranfport. Rcwe Fair Pen, 'Twas at the Royal Feaft for Perjia won. By Ph'tlip*s warlike Son ; Aloft, in aweflil State, The God-like Hero fate On his Imperial Throne. His valiant Peers were plac'd around. Their Brows with Rofes and with Myitles bound, (So fhould Defert in Arms be crown'd) The lovely Thais by his fide Sate like a blooming eaftern Bride, In Flow'r of Youth, and Beauty's Pride, Happy, happy, happy Pair, None but the Brave deferves the Fair, Timotheus plac'd on high Amid the tuneful Quire, With flying Fingers touch'd the Lyre \ The trembling Notes afcend the Sky, And heav*nly Joy infpire. The Song began from Jave, Who left his blifsful Seats above, (Such is the Pow'r of mighty Lovej) A Dragon's fiery Form bely'd the God : Sublime on radiant Spires he rode. When he to fair Olympia prefs'd. And while he fought her fnowy Breaft ^ Then round her (lender 'JJ'afte he curl'd. And ftamp'd an Image of himfelf, a Sov'reign of the WurU. The lift'ning Croud admire the lofty Sound, A prefent Deity, they fliout around, A prefent Deity the vaulted Roofs rebound. With ravifh'd Ears The Monarch hears, Aflumes the God, Aifeds to nod. And Teems to fhake the Spheres. The Praife of Bacchus then the fweet Muf clan fving, Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young. ( 324 ) The Jolly God in Triumph eomes *j Sound the Tmmpets, beat the Drums. Flufh'd with a purple Grace, , He fhews his honeft Face. Now give the Hautboys Breath ; he comes ! he comes I Bacchus ever fair and young. Drinking Joys did firft ordain ; Bacchus* Bleflings are a Treafure, Drinking is the Soldier's Pleafure ; Rich the Treafure, Sweet the Pleafure, r Sweet is Pleafure after Pain. Sooth'd with the Sound, the King grew vain, Fought all his Battels o'er again. And thrice he routed all his Foes, and thrice he flew the Slain. The Mafter faw the Madnefs rife. His glowing Cheeks, his ardent Eyes ; And while he Heav'n and Earth defy'd, Chang'd his Hand, and check'd his Piide : He chofe a mournful Mufe Soft Pity to infufe ; He fung Darius great and good. By too fevere a Fate Fall'n, fairn, fallen, fall'n, Fall'n from his high Eftate, And welt'ring in his Blood ; Deferted at his utmoft Need By thofe his former Bounty fed : On the bare Earth expos'd he lies. With not a Friend to clofe his Eyes. With down-caft Looks the joylefs Vidor fate, Revolving in his alter'd Soul The various Turns of Chance below. And now and then a Sigh fhe ftole, And Tears began to flow. The mighty Mafter fmil'd to fee That Love was in the next degree ; 'Twas but a kindred Sound to move, For Pity melts the Soul to Love. Softly fweet, in Lydian Meafures, Soon he footh'd his Soul to Pleafures : War, he fung, is Toil and Trouble, Honour but an empty Bubble ; Never ending, ftill beginning 5 Fighting ( 32$ ; righting ftill, and ftill deftroyiiig * If the World be worth thy winning. Think, O think it worth enjoying ! Lovely Thais fits befide thee ; Take the Good the Gods provide thee. The Many vend the Skies with loud Applaufe^ So Love was crown'd, but Mufick won the Caufe. The Prince, unable to conceal his Pain, Gaz'd on the Fair Who caused his C^re, And figh'd and look'd, figh'd and look'd, Sigh'd and look'd, and figh'd again. At length with Love and Wine at once opprefs'd. The vanquifh'd Vidor funk upon her Breaft, Now ftrike the golden Lyre again, A louder yet, and yet a louder Strain ; Break his Bands of Sleep afunder. And rouze him like a rattling Peal of Thunder* Hark, hark, the horrid Sound Has rais'd up his Head ; As awak'd from the Dead, Andamaz'd, he ftares round. Revenge, Revenge, Timotheus cries. See the Juries arife ! See the Snakes that they rear. How they hifs m their Hair, And the Sparkles that flafh from their Eyes ! Behold a ghaftly Band, Each a Torch in his Hand ! Thefe ai-e Grecian Ghofts that in Battel were, flain. And unbury'd remain Inglorious on the Plain ; Give the Vengeance due To the valiant Crew ; Behold how they tofs their Torches on high. How they point to the Perfmn Abodes, And glitt'ring Temples of their hoftile Gods. The Princes applaud with a furious Joy, And the King feiz'd a Plambeau with Zeal to deftroy : Thais led the way, To light him to his Prey ; And like another Helen, fir'd another Troy, Thus long ago. E'er heaving Bellows learn'd to blovi^, "^ While C 32^ ) While Organs yet were mute ; Timotheus to his breathing Flute, And founding Lyre, Could (well the Soul to Rage, or kindle foft Defire. Dryd* Thus David's Lyre did Saul^s wild Rage controul, And tune the harfh Diforders of his Soul. His Sheep would fcorn their Food to hear his Lay, And favage Beafts (land by as tame as they. Rivers whofe Waves roU'd down aloud before. Mute as their Fifh, wou'd liften tow'rds the Shore. CowU The Groves rejoicM the ThracianVerCQ to hear, In vain did Nature bid them ftay : When Orpheus had his Song begun, They call'd their wond'ring Roots away. And bade them filent to him run. Cowl, For Orpheus' Lute could foften Steel and Stone, Make Tygers tame, and huge Leviathans Foi-fake unfounded Deeps, and dance on Sands. Shak, The two (Gent, of Verona. Th* unhappy Husband, Husband now no more, 7 Bid on his tuneful Harp his Lofs deplore, > And fought his mournful Mind with Mufick to reftorc. ^ On thee, dear ^i^t^ in Defarts all alone, f He call'd, figh'd, fung : His Griefs with Day begun, > Nor were they finifh'd with the fetting Sun. 3 Ev'n to the dark Dominions of the Night He took his way, thro Forefts void of Light ; And dar'd amidft the trembling Ghofts to fing. And ftood before th* inexorable King. Th* infernal Manfions nodding feem to dance ; The gaping three-mouth*d Dog forgets to fnarl. The Juries hearken, and their Snakes uncuil ; Ixion feems no more his Pains to feel. But leans attentive on his (landing Wheel. Dry^. V'trg, M Y K K H A, Mean while (*) the mif begotten Infant grows. And ripe for Birth, diftends with deadly Throws The fwelling Rind, with unavailing Strife, To leave the wooden Womb, and pufhes into Life. The Mother-Tree, as li opprefs'd with Pain, Writhes here and there to break the Bark in vain ; (*) The Poets feign that Myrrha was got -with Child hy her lathery and delivered after Jhe uas (hanged into a Tree, And, C 327 ) And, like a laboring Woman, would have pray'd. But wants a Voice to call Lucina's Aid. The bending Bole fends out a hollow Sound, And trickling Tears fall thick upon the Ground. The mild Lucina came uncall'd, and ftood Befide the ftruggling Boughs, and heard the groaning Wood 5 Then reach'd her Midwife-Hand to fpeed the Throws, And fpoke the powerful Spells that Babes to Birth difdofe. The Bark divides, the living Load to free, And fafe delivers the convulfive Tree. Dryi, Ovidn N A T U R E ^77^ A R T. See Painting. Let Art ufe Method and good Husbandry : Art lives on Nature^s Alms, is weak and poor ; Nature her felf has unexhaufted Store ; Wallows in Wealth, and runs a turning Maze, That no vulgar Eye can trace : Art inftead of mounting high. About her humble Food does hov'ring fly ; Like the ignoble Crow, Rapine and Noife does love \ While Nature, like the facred Bird of Jove, Kow bears loud Thunder, and anon with filent Joy, The beauteous Phrygian Boy : Defeats the ftrong, o'er-takes the flying Prey ; And fomerimes basks irt th' open Flames of Day, And fometimes too he fhrouds His foaring Wings among the Clouds. CowU N E CRO xMAN C E R. See Witch. Him have I feen (on Ijier's Banks he ftood. Where laft we wintered) bind the headlong Flood In fudden Ice ; and where moft Iwift it flows. In ci7ftal Nets the wondring Fifties clofe : Then, with a Moment's Thaw, the Stream enlarge. And frcim the Mefti the twinkling- Guefts difcharge. In a deep Vale, or near fome ruined Wall, He would the Ghofts of flaughter'd Soldiers call \ Who flow to wounded Bodies did repair, And loth to enter, fliiver'd in the Air ; Thefe his dread Wand did to ftiort Life compel. And forced the Fates of Battels to foretel. In a lone Tent, all hung with Black, 1 faw Where in a Square he did a Circle dmw : Four Angels, made by that Circumference, Bore holy Words infcrib'd of jjiyftick Senfe : When C 328 ) When firfl: a hollow Wind began toMow, The Sky grew black, and belly'd down more low ; Around the Field did nimble Lightning play, Which ofFer'd us by fits, and fnatch'd the Day. 'Midft this was heard the fhrill. and tender Cry Of well-pleas'd Ghofts, which in the Storm did fly 5 Danc'd to and fro, and skim'd along the Ground, Till to the magick Circle they were bound. Dryd. Tyr, Lcvc Ey my rough Magick I have oft bedim'd The Noon-tide Sun, call'd forth the mutinous Winds ; And 'twixt the green Sea and the azur'd Vault Set roaring War : To the dread rattling Thunder Have I giv'n Fire ; and rifted Jove^s ftout Oak With his own Bolr. Graves at my Command Have wak'd their Sleepers, op'd and let them forth By my fo potent Ai*r. Shak, Temp ^ Let the dark Myfteries of Hell begin. Chufe the darkeft part o'th' Grove, Such as Ghofts at Noon-day love ; Dig a Trench, and dig it nigh Where the Bones of Lains He : Altars rais'd of Tiu'f or Stone, Will th' infernal Pow'rs have none. Is the Sacrifice made fit ? Draw her backward to the Pit ; Draw the barren Heifer back ; Barren let her be, and black. Cut the curled Hair that grows TuU between her Horns and Brows : Pour in Blood, and blood-like Wine, To Mother-Earth and Profer.p'tne, Mingle Milk into the Stream, FealJ the Ghcfts that lo.ve the Steam. Snatch a Brand from fun'ral Pile, Tofs it in, to make 'em boil. And turn your Faces from the Sun. Anfwer me, if all be done ? Tfryd, Oedtp, N E P TUN E, ^ His finny Train Saturnjan Neptune joins \ Then adds the foamy Bridles to their Jaws, And to the loofen'd Reins permits the Laws. High on the Waves his azure Car he guides. Its Axles thunder, and the Sea fubfides. And the fmooth Ocean rolls her filent Tides. \ The :} C 329 ) The Tempers fly before their Father's Face, Trains of inferior Gods his Triumph grace ; And Monfter- Whales before their Mafter plat. And Qiiires of Tr'ucns croud the watiy Way. The marflial'd Pow'rs in equal Troops divide To Right and Left ; the Gods his better Sid^ i^^^g^ Inclofe, and on the worfe the Nymphs and Nereids i^e. Dr'^d When thus the Father of the Flood appears^ And o'er the Seas his fov 'reign Trident rears. Their Fuiy falls \ he skims the liqtiid Plains, High on his Chariot, and with loofen'd Reins Majeftick moves along, and awful Peace maintains. I>ry Her fteepy Rife and her declining Race. Dryd» T/rg-.) The Steeds of Night had traveled half the Sky. Dryd. Virg. J^ow C 331 ) Now had Night mcafurM with her fhadowy Cone Half way up hill this vaft fublunar Vault. Milt» It was a time when the ft ill Moon Was mounted foftly to her Noon. C$wU Now all is hufh'd, as Nature were retir'd. And the perpetual Motion ftanding ftill ; So much fhe from her Work appears to ceafc. And ev'ry warring Element 's at peace : All the wild Herds are in their Coverts couch'd. The Fifhes to their Banks or Ooze repair'd. And to the Murmurs of the Waters fleep : The feeling Air's at reft, and feels no noife. Except of fome ftiort Breaths upon the Trees, Rocking the harmlefs Birds that reft upon them. Otw* Or^ht *Twas ftill low Ebb of Night, when not a Star Was twinkling in the muffled Hemifphere j But all around in horrid Darknefs mourn'd. As if old Chaos were again return'd ; When not one Gleam of the eternal Light Shot thro the folid Darknefs of the Night : In difmal Silence Nature feemM to fleep, And all the Winds were bury'd in the Deep : No whifp'ring Zephyrus aloft did blow, Nor warring Boughs were murmuring below : No falling Waters dafli'd, no Rivers purl'd. But all confpir'd to hufti the droufy World. 2)ar/i 'Twas in the dead of Night, when Sleep repairs Our Bodies worn with Toils, our Minds with Cares. Dryd, Virg* Dogs ceafe to bark, the Waves more faintly roar. And roll themfelves afleep upon the Shore. Bryd. Riv.Lad, 'Twas Night, when Nature was in Sables drefs'd ; Tempeftuous Winds in hollow Cafves did reft. Impending Rocks with Slumber feem'd to bow, And droufy Mountains hung their heavy Brow ; The weary Waves roll'd noddir^ on the Deep, Or ftretch*d on oozy Beds, they murmur'd in their Sleep. Blac. 'Tis Night, dead Night, and weary Natui'e lies So faft, as if fhe never were to rife : No Breath of Wind now whifpers thro the Trees, No Noife at Land, nor Murmur in the Seas ; Lean Wolves forget to howl at Night's pale Noon, No wakeful Dogs bark at the fllent Moon ^ Nor bay the Ghofts that glide with Horror by. To view the Caverns where their Bodies lie ; __ The C 392 ) The Ravens perch, and no Prefages give, Nor to the Windows of the Dyin^ cleave : The Owls forget to fcream, no' Midnight Soimd Calls droufy Echo from the hollow Ground. In Vaults the waking Pires extinguifh'd lie ; The Stars, Heav'n's Gentry, wink, and feem to die. Lee Theod. 'Twas dead of Night, when weaiy Bodies clofe Their Eyes in balmy Sleep, and foft Repofe. The Winds no longer \\4iirper thro the Woods, Nor murm'ring Tides difturb the gentle Floods : The Stars, in filent Order, mov'd around. And Peace, with downy Wings, was brooding on the Ground. The^ Flocks, and Herds, and party-colour'd Fowl, Which haunt the Woods, or fwim the weedy Pool, Stretch'd on the quiet Earth, fecurely lay. Forgetting the paft Labours of the Day. Dryd.Vir^* '■ All tl-iings are hufh'd, as Nature's felf lay dead ; The Mountains feem to nod their droufy Head ; The little Birds in Dreams their Songs repeat. And fleeping Flow'rs beneath the Night-Dew fv,'eat : Ev'n Luft and Envy fleep. Dryd,Ind, E^^P* All things are hurfi'd, as when the Drawers tread Softly to fteal the Key from Mafter.'s Head ; The dying SnufFs do twinkle in their Urns, As 'twere the Socket, not the Candle, burns : The little Foot-boy fnores upon the Stair ; And gf eafy Cook-maid fweats in Elbow-Chair : Kg Coach nor Link was heard. RatC^ NIGHTINGALE. See Creation, Light. The Night-warbling Bird Tunes fweeteft her Love-labour'd Song. Milt, She all Nighi: long her am'rous Defcant fings. Trills her thick-warbled Notes the Summer long. Mik* So, clofe in poplar Shades, her Children gone. The Mother Nightingale laments alone : Whofe Neft fome prying Churl had found, and thence By ftealth conv6y'd th' imfeather'd Innocence. But fhe fupplies the Night with mournful Strains, And melancholy Mufick fills the Plains. I>ryd, Vlrg* Thus in fome poplar Shade, the Nightingale With piercing Moans does her loft Youilg bewail ; Which the rough Hind obferving as they lay Warm in their downy Neft, had ftol'n aw^ay : But C 323 ) But fhe in mournful Sound does ftill complaio. Sings all the Nighty tho all her Songs are vain, 7 And ftill renews her miferable Strain. jr^^ Theod \ NOBILITY (j/BLOOD. 5^^ Baftard. Nobility of Blood Is but a glittering and fallacious Good i The Nobleman is he, whofe noble Mind Is fiU'd with in-born Worth, unborrowed from his Kind. The King of Heav*n was in a Manger laid. And took his Earth but from an humble Maid ; Then what can Birth on mortal Men beftow. Since Ploods no higher than their Pountains flow ? We, who for Name and empty Honour ftrive. Our true Nobility from him derive. Yoiu* Anceftors, who puff youi- Mind with Pride, And vaft Eilates, to mighty Tides ty'd. Did not your Honour, but their own advance ; For Virtue comes not by Inheritance : If you tralineate from your Father's Mind, What are you elfe but of a Baftai'd Kind ? Do as your great Progenitors have done, (Bathes Tale, And by your Virtue prove your felf their Son. Dryd, Wife of Virtue alone is ti-ue Nobility ; Let your own Ads immortalize your Name ; 'Tis poor relying on another's Fame : ' For take the Pillars but away, and all The Superflmftui'e muft in Ruins fall : As a Vine droops, when by Divorce remoy'd. From the Embraces jof the Ehu fhe lov'd. step, Juv, Search we the Springs, And backward ti-ace the Principles of Things ; There fhall we find, that when the World began. One common Mafs compos'd the Mould of Man ; One Pafte of Flefh on all Degrees beftow'd ; And kneaded up alike with moift'ning Blood, The fame Ahnlghty Power infpir'd the Frame With kindled Life, and form'd the Souls die fame. The Faculties of Intelled and Will, ^ Difpens'd with equal Hand, difpos'd with equal Skill ; C Like Liberty indulged with Choice of Good or HI. S Thus born alike, from Virtue firft began The Diff 'rence that diflinguifh'd Man from Man. He claim'd no Title from Defcent of Blood, But diat which made him noble, made liim Good. Warm'd ( 334 ) WarmM with more Particles of heav*nly Flame, He wingM his upward Flight, and foar'd to Fame ; The reft remain'd below, a Tribe without a Name, This Law, tho Cuftom now diverts the Couife, As Nature's Inftitute is yet in force : Uncancel'd, tho difusM : And he, whofe Mind Is virtuous, is alone of noble kind ; Tho poor in Fortune, of celeftial Race ; And he commits the Crime, who calls him bafe, Ev'n mighty Monarchs oft are meanly born. And Kings by Biith to loweft Rank retui-n : All fubjeS to the Pow'r of giddy Chance ; For Fortune can deprefs, and can advance. But triie Nobility is of the Mind, (Guifc, Kot giv'n by Chance, and not to Chance refign'd. JDryd, Sig^v No Father can infufe or Wit or Grace ; A Mother comes acrofs and marrs the Race : A Grandfire or a Grandame taints the Blood ; And feldom three Defcents continue good. Were Virme by Defcent, a noble Name Could never villanize his Father's Fame : But as the firft, the laft of all the Line Would, like the Sun, ev'n in defcending, fhine. Nobility of Blood is but Renown Of thy great Fathers, by their Virtue known, And a long Trail of Light to thee defcending down. If in thy Smoke it ends, their Glories fhine. But Infamy and Villanage are thine. Dryd, Wife of Bath*s Tale. And ftill more publick Scandal Vice extends^ As he is Great and Noble who offends. Step. Juv, Faireft Piece of well-form'd Earth, Urge not thus your haughty Biith. The Pow'r, which you have o'er us, lies Not in your Race, but in your Eyes. The Sap which at the Root is bred In Trees, thro all the Boughs is fpread 5 But Vinues which in Parents fhine. Make not like progrefs thro the Line. 'Tis Alt and Knowledg which draw forth The hidden Seeds of native Worth : They blow thofe Sparks, and make 'em rife Into fuch Flames, as touch the Skies. To the old Heroes hence was siv'n A Pedeoree that reach'd to Heav'n. Of (33$ ) Of moital Seed they were not held. Who other Mortals fo excell'd : And Beauty too in (uch excefs As yours, Zelinda, claims no lefs. Smile but on me, and you fliall fcora Henceforth to be of Princes born. I can defcribe the fliady Grove, Where your lov'd Mother flept with Jove ; And yet excufe the faultlefs Dame, Caught with her Spoufe*s Shape and Namc» Thy matchlefs Form will Credit bring To all the Wonders I Ihall fmg. Wali^ NOON. The fiery Sun has finifh'd half his Race. Dryd, Virg^ The fouthing Sun inflames the Day, And the dry Herbage thirfts for Dews in vain ; And Sheep m Shades avoid the parching Plain. Dryd, Virg* The full blazing Sun Does now fit high in his meridian Tow'r; Shoots down dired his fervid Rays, to warm Earth's inmoft Womb. Jdilu At Noon of Day The Sun with fultry Beams began to play. Not Syrius (hoots a fiercer Flame fronfi high, When with his pois'nous Breath he blafts the Sky. Then drooo'd the fading Flow'rs, their Beauty fled. They dos'd their fickly Eyes, and hui^ the Head, 7 And, riverd up with Heat, iay dying in the, Bed. J The Ladies gafp'd and fcarcely could refpire. The Breath they drew, no longer Air, but Fire. The fainty Knights were fcorch'd. Dryd. Flower and tht Leaf, NOTHING. Nothing, thou elder Brother ev'n to Shade ! Thou had'ft a Being e'er the World was made. And, well-fix'd, art alone of ending not afraid. E'er Time and Place were, Time and Place were not ; When primitive Nothing Something ftrait begot : Then all proceeded fi-om the great united What ? Something, the gen'ral Am-ibute of all, Sever'd from thee, its fole Original, Into thy boundlefs Self muft undiftinguifh'd fall. Yet Something did thy mighty Pow'r command, And from thy friutful Emptinefs's Hand Snatch'd Men, Beads, V,\sds^ Fire, Air, and Land. - Matter, } I } } } } C 33<^ ) Matter, the wicked'ft Offspring of thy Race, By Form aflTfted, flew from thy Embrace, And Rebel Light obfcur'd thy rev'rend dusky Face, With Form and Matter, Time and Place did join j Body, thy Foe, with thefe did Leagues combine. To fpoil thy peaceful Realm, and ruin all thy Line. Yet turn-coat Time affifts the Foe in vain. But brib'd by thee afllfts thy fhort-liv'd Reign ; And to thy hungry Womb drives back thy Slaves again. Tho Myfteries are barr'd from Laick Eyes, And the Divine. alone with Warrant pries Into thy Bofom, where the Truth in private lies ; Yet this of thee the Wife may freely fay, Thou from the Virtuous nothing tak'ft away, And to be part of thee the Wicked wifely pray. Great Negative ! how vainly would the Wife Enquire, define, diftinguifh, teach, devife, DId'ft thou not fl:and to point their dull Philofophles. Is, or is not ! the two great Ends of Fate \ And true or falfe, the Subjed of Debate, That perfect or deftroy the vaft Defigns of Fate ; When they have rack'd the Politician's Breaft, Within thy Bofom moft fecurely reft. And when reduc'd to thee, are leaft unfafe and beft. Nothing, who dwell'ft with Fools in grave Difguife, For whom they rev'rend Shapes and Forms devife. Lawn Sleeves, and Furs, and Gowns, when they, like thee,| (look wife. French Truth, Dutch Prowefs, Britijh Polic)^, 7 Hibernian Learning, Scotch Civility, ^ Spaniards Difpatch, Banes Wit, are mainly feen in thee. j The Great Man's Gratitude to his beft Friend, 7 King's Promifes, V^'hores Vows, to thee they tend, V Flow fwiftly into thee, and in thee ever end. Roch* ) NOVELTY. ^11 Novelties muft this Succefs ex^ed, "When good, our Envy ; and when bad, Kegled. Gar* Anions of the laft Age, are like Almanacks of the laft Year. And when remote in Time, like Objefts Remote in Place, are not beheld at half their Greatnefs ; And what is new, finds better Acceptation Than what is good and great. Denh. Sophy, NUN- ( 337 ) NUNNERY. Some folitary Cloifter will I chufe. And there with holy Virgins live immur'd ; Coarfe my Attire, and flioit fhall be my Sleep, Broke by the melancholy midnight Bell : There hoard up ev'ry Moment of my Life, To lengthen out the Payment of my Tears. ^ Fafting, and Tears, and Penitence, and PrayV, Shall do dead Sancho juftice ev*ry Hour : Till ev'n fierce Raymond at the laft fhall fay. Now let her die, for fhe has griev'd enough. Dryd, Span, Fry, Oh ! (hut me in a Cloifter : There weil-pleas*d. Religious Hardfhips I will learn to bear^ To faft and freeze at midnight Hours of Pray*r : Nor think it hard, within a lonely Cell, With melancholy fpeechlefs Saints to dwell ; But blefs the Day I to that Refuge ran, (Rowe Fair Pen* Free from the Marriage-Chain, and from that Tyrant, Man* OAK. See Fighting at Sea, Trees. The Monarch Oak, the Pauiarch of Trees, Shoots rifing up, and fpreads by flow degrees ; ^ Thi-ee Centuries he grows, and three he ftays Supreme in State ; and in three more decays. Dryd» Ovtd» Jove's own Tree, That holds the Woods in aweful Sov'reigmy, Requires a Depth of Lodging in the Groundj^ And, next the lower Skies, a Bed profound : High as his topmoft Boughs to Heav'n afcend. So low his Roots to Hell's Dominion tend : Therefore nor Winds, nor Winter's Rage overthrows His bulky Body, but unmov'd he grows : For length of Ages lafts his happy Reign, And Lives of mortal Man contend with his in vain. Full in the midft of his own Strength he ftands, "J Stretching his brawny Arms and leafy Hands, (Dryd. Vlrg, \ His Shade proteds the Plains, his Head the Hills cominands. J As a tall Oak, that young and verdant ftood Above the Grove, it felf a nobler Wood ; His wide extended Limbs the Foreft drown'd. Shading its Trees, as much as they the Ground. Young murm'ring Tempefts in his Boughs are bred. And gathering Clouds frown round his lofty Head ; Outrageous Thunder, ftormy Winds, and Rain Difcharse their FuiT on his Head in vain ; ^ ^ P Earth 1 338 ) Earthquakes below, and Lightning from above Rend not his Trunk, nor his fixM Root remove. But then his Strength worn by deftruftive Age, He can no more his angry Foes engage : He fpreads to Heav'n his naked wither'd Ai'ms, As Aid imploring from invading Harms : j From his diflionour'd Head the lighteft Storm 1 Can tear his Beauties, and his Limbs deform ; He rocks with every Wind, while on the Ground Dry Leaves and broken Arms lie fcatter'd round. Blac* 'As when the Winds their airy Qiiarrel tiy, Juftling from ev'ry Quarter of the Sky, This way and diat the Mountain Oak they bend ; His Boughs they fhatter, and his Branches rend : With Leaves and falling Maft they fpread the Ground, The hollow Valleys echo to the Sound : Unmov'd, the royal Plant their Fury mocks. Or fhaken, clings more clofely to the Rocks. For as he flioots his tow'ring Head on high. So deep in Earth his fix'd Foundations lie. Dryd* Virg* Thus two tall Oaks, that Padus' Banks adorn. Lift up to Heav'n their leafy Heads unfhorn j And over-prefs'd with "Nature's heavy Load, Dance to the whiftling Winds, and at each other nod. JDryd,Virg* As the ftout Oak, when round his Trunk the Vine Does in foft Wreaths and am'rous Foldings twine, Eafy and flight appears : The Winds from far Summon their noify Forces to the War. .But tho fo gentle feems his outward Form, .;His hidden Strength out-braves the loudeft Storm : Firmer he ftands, and boldly keeps the Field ; Shov^^ng (loLjt Minds, when unprovok'd, are mild. JiaU So when a ftoble Oak, that long has flood High m the Air, the Beauty of the Wood, Is fhock'd by flormy Winds, he either way Bends to the Earth his Head with mighty Sway. His lab'ring Roots diflurb the neighb'ring Ground, And mrike a heaving Earthquake all around • Yet fafl he llands, and the loud Storm defies. His Roots IHU keep the Earth, his Head the Skies. Blac, OATH. Oaths are but Words, and Words but Wind ; Too feeble Implements to bind; And! C 339 ) And Saints, whom Oaths or Vows oblige, Know little of then* Privilege. For, if the Devil, to ferve his turn, Can tell Truth -, why the Saints fhould fcorn. When it ferves theirs, to {\vear and lye, I think there's little reafon why. Hud. We're not commanded to forbear Indefinitely at all to fweai- ; But to fwear idly and in. vain. Without Self-Intereft or Gain ; For breaking of an Oath, and Lying, Is but a kind of Self-denying. Hud» Oaths were not pui-pos'd more than Law, To keep the Juft and Good in awe ; But to confine the Bad and Sinful, Like moral Cattel in a Pinfold. Hud» If Oaths can do a Man no Good In his own Bus'nefs, why they fhould In other Matters do him hurt, I think there's little Reafon for't. Hud, He that impofes an Oath, makes it. Not he that for Convenience takes it : Then how can any Man be faid To break an Oath he never made ? Hud. OBST I NATE. So fullenly addlded ftill To's only Principle, Hs Will ; ^ That whatfoe'er it chanc'd to prove. No Force of Argument could move ; Nor Law, nor Cavalcade of Holhorn, Could render half a Grain lefs ftubborn : For he at any time would hang. For th' Opportunity t' harangue ; And rather on a Gibbet dangle. Than mifs his dear Delight, to wrangle : In which his Parts were fo accomplifh'd. That, right or wrong, he ne'er was non-plus*d j But ftill his Tongue ran on, the lefs Of Weight it bore, with greater eafe j And with its everlafting Clack, Set all Mens Ears upon the Rack. No fooner could a Hint appear. But up he ftaited to pickeer j P 2 Ani C 340 ) And made the ftouteft yield to Mercj:, When he engag'd in Controverfy ; Not by the Force of Carnal Reafbn, But indefatigable Teazino ; With Volleys of eternalBabble, And ClaiTMJur more unanfwerable : For tho his Topicks, frail and weak. Could ne'er amount above a Freak, He ftill maintained 'em, like his Faults, Againft the defperat'ft Aflaults ; And back'd their feeble want of Senfe With greater Heat and Confidence : As Bones of Hedors, when they diffei:. The more they're culdgel'd, grow the ftiffer. Hud, He ftill refolv'd, to mend the matter, T' adhere and cleave the obftinater : And ftill the skittifher'and loofer His Freaks appear'd, to fit the clofer. Uud^ For Fools are ftubborn m their way. As Coins are harden'd by th' A.llay : And Obftinacy's ne'er fo ftiff. As when *tis in a wrong Belief. Hud^ OEDIPUS tearing out his E'^es* Thrice he ftruck With all his Force his hollow groaning Breaft, And thus with Outcries to himfelf complain'd : But thou canft weep then ? and thou think'ft 'tis well ! Thefe Bubbles of the ftiallow'ft emptieft Sorrow, Which Children vent for Toys, and Women rain /•or any Trifle their fond Hearts are fet on : Yet thefe, thou think'ft, are ample Satisfadioa For bloodieft Murder and for biuning Luft ! Noj PaiTicide ! if thou muft weep, weep Blood, Weep Eyes inftead of Tears ! O, by the Gods ! Tis greatly thought, he cries, and fits my Woes. W ith that he /iTiird revengefully, and leap'd tJpon the Floor ; thence gazing on the Skies, His Eye-balls fiery red, and glowing Vengeance : Gods ! 1 accufe you not, tho I no more Will view your Heav'n, till with more durable Glalles, The mighty Soul's immortal Perfpedives, I find your dazhng Beings. Take, he ciy'd. Fake, Eyes, your laft, your fatal farewel View ; rheu with a Groan that feera^d the Call of Death, - - - With C 341 ) With horrid Force h'fting his impious Hiind>, He fnatch'd, he tore from out their bloody Orbs The Ealls of Sight, and. dafh'd 'em on the Ground. Lee Oedq, O LD AGE. See Death, Dying of Old Age, Youtli. Some few, by Temp'rance taught, approaching flow To diftant Fate, by eafy Journeys go. Gently they lay them down, as Evening Sheep On their own woolly Fleeces foftly fleep. So noiflefs would I live, fuch Death to find ; Like timely Fruit, not fhaken by the Wind, But ripely dropping from the faplefs Bough, And dying, nothing to my felf would owe. Thus daily changing, with a duller Tafte Of lefT'ning Joys, I by degrees would wafle : Still quitting Ground by unperceiv'd Decay, And fteal my felf from Life, and melt away. Bryd. State of Inn, How happy is the evening Tide of Life ! When Phlegm has quench'd our Paflions, trifling out The feeble Remnant of our filly Days In Follies, fuch as Dotage beft is pleas'd with : Free from the wounding and tormenting Cares That tofs the thoughtRil, adive, bufy Mind ! OfM, Cai, Mar. The Soul, with nobler Refolutions deck'd. The Body ftooping, does herfelf ereA. Clouds of Affedions from our younger Eyes, Conceal that Happinefs which Age defcries. The Soul's dark Cottage, batter 'd and decay'd. Lets in new Light thro Chinks that Time has made. Stronger by Weaknefs, wifer Men become. As they draw near to their eternal Home. Leaving the old, both Worlds at once they view. That ftand upon the Thrediold of the new. Wall, We yet may fee the Old Man in a Morning, Lufty as Health, come ruddy to the Field, And there purfue the Chace, as if he meant To o'er-take Time, and bring back Youth again. Otti\ Orph, As in a green old Age his Hair juft griefled. Br'jd, Oedip, While yet few Furrows on my Face are feen, While I walk upright, and Old Age is green, And Lachefis has fomewhat left to fpin. I>ry^» "^'i^'- Inconveniences of Old Age. Jove I grant me Length of Life, and Years good (lore Heap on my bending Back, I ask no more ; P 3 E(h1i C 342 ) Both Sick nnd Healthful, Old and Young, confpire In this one filly mifchievoiis Defire. Mfftciken Elefling, which Old Age they call ! *Tis a long, na%, darkfom Hofpital ! A ropy Chain of Rheums ! a Vifage rough Deform'd, unfeatur'd, and a Skin of Buff! A ftitch-fairn Cheek that hangs below the Jaw, Such Wrinkles as a skilful Hand would draw for an old grandame Ape, when with a Grace She fits at fquat, and fcrubs her leathern Face. In Youth Diftindions infinite abound ; No Shape, no Feature jufl alike is found ; The Fair, the Black, the Feeble, and the Strong. ^ But the fame Foulnefs does to Agje belona; ^ The felf-iame Palfy both in Limbs and Tongue. J The Skull and Forehead an old barren Plain, And Gums unarm'd to mumble Meat in vain. Dryd, Juv* Tliefe are th' Effeds of doating Age, Vain Doubts, and idle Cares, and Over-caution 5 The fecond Nonage of a Soul more wife. But now decayM, and funk into the Socket, Peeping by fits, and giving feeble Liglit. Dryd,, Bon Self* Now my chili'd Blood is ciu'dl'd in my Veins, And fcarce the Shadow of a Man remains. Hryd, Virg, I am left behind. To drink the Dregs of Life, by Fate 'aflign'd : Beyond the Goal of Nature 1 have gone. Bryd, Virg, bodder'd with Age, the Winter of Man's Life ! The gloomy Eve of endlefs Night. Dryd» Prop'd on a Staff, fhe takes a trembling Mein, Her Face is furrowed, and her Front obfcene : Deep dinted Wrinkles on her Cheeks fhe drav;?. Sunk are her Eyes, and toothlefs are her Jaws ^ Hoaiy lier Flair. ^^- Dryd. Virg, Time has plow'd that Face with many Furrows. Bryd, Oed'ip, His blear Eyes ran in Gutters to his Chin, His Beard was flubble, and his Cheeks were thin. Dryd. Juv» Decrepid Bodies, worn to Ruin, Juft ready of themfelves to fall afunder. And to let drop the Soul. Dry, Mar* A-la-mode* When my Blood was warm. This languifli'd Frame when better Spirits fed. E'er Age unftrung my Nerves, or Time o'er-fnow'd my Head. (Dryd, Virg, Oft I C 343 ) Oft am 1 by the Women told, Poor Amcreon ! thou grow 'ft old : Look how thy Hairs are falling all T Poor Anacreon^ how they fall ! Whether I grow old or no, . By th' Effeds 1 do not kno^v : . This I know without being told,'. 'Tis time to live if I grow old : 'Tis time fhort Pleafures now to take, *y Of litde Life the beft to make, - >- And manage wifely the laft Stake. CavU > OPPRESSION. It is not hard for one that feels no Wrong, For patient Duty to employ his Tongue* Oppreflion makes Men mad, and from their Breafts All Reafon, and all Senfe of Duty wrefts. The Gods are fafe when under Wrongs we groan. Only becaufe we cannot reach their Throne. Shall Princes then, w^ho are but Gods of Clay, . Think they may fafely with our Honour play ? ' WalU Be careful to with-hold Your Talons from the Wretched and the Bold ; : Tempt not the Brave and Needy to Defpair ; For tho your Violence fhould leave them bare Of Gold and Silver, Swords and Darts remain. And will revenge the Wrongs which they fui^ain. . The Plunder'd ftill have Ai-ms. Step, Juv, ORPHEUS. See Mufick. OWL. The boding Bird, Which haunts the ruin'd Piles and hallow'M Urns, And beats about the Tombs wuth nightly Wings, Where Songs obfcene on Sepulchres (he fings^ Dryd* Vlrg* With boding Note The folitary Screech-Owl ftrains her Throat : Or on a Chimney's Top, or Turret's Height, With Songs obfcene difturbs the Silence of the Night. Dryd* Virg* As an Owl that in a Barn Sees a Moufe creeping in the Corn, Sits ftill, and ftiuts his round blue Eyes As i£ he flept, until he fpies The little Beaft within his reach. Then ^arts, and feizes on the Wretch. Hud, P4 PAIN. ( 344 ) PAIN. What avail wfi^lf °,i' ?\^^,"g^^> ^^^ matchlefs, quell'd with Pain, Which all fubdues, and makes remifs the Hands Of mightieft Men ? Senfe of Pleafure we may well Spare out of Life perhaps, and not repine, iiiit \i\e content, which is the calmeft Life ; But Pain is peifeft Mifery, the worft Of Evils ; and exceflive, overturns All Patience. ^^^^^ PAINTER tf»^ PAINTING. Rare Ariifan ! whofe Pencil moves Not our Delights alone, but Loves ; Prom thy Shop of Beauty we Slaves return that enter 'd' free. Strange, that thy Hand fhould not infpire The Beauty only, but the Fire ; Kot the Form alone and Grace, But Aft and Power of a Face.' The heedlefs Lover does not know Whofe Eyes they are that wound him fo : But confounded with thy Art, (Dylie, Inquires her Name that has his Heart. Wall, To Van- Once I beheld the faiixft of her Kind, (And ftill the fweet Idea charms my Mind) True, ihe was dumb, for Nature gaz'd fo long, ^leas'd with her Work, that flie forgot her Tongue ; But fmiling faid, /he ftill fliall gain the Prize, I only have transfer'd it to her Eyes : Such are thy Piftures, Kneller / fuch thy Skill, That Nature feems obedient to thy Will ! Comes out, and meets thy Pencil in the Draught, Lives there, and wants but Words to fpeak her Thought. At leaft thy Pidures look a Voice ; and we Imagine Soiinds, deceiv'd to that degree. We think 'tis fomewhat more than juft to fee. Shadows are but Privations of the Light, Yet when we walk, they fhoot before the Sight; With us approach, retire, arife, and fall. Nothing themfelves, and yet exprefling all : Such are thy Pieces ! imitating Life So near, they almoft conquered m the Strife ; And from their animated Canvas came I^einanding Souls, and loofen'd from the Frame. Pro- ("345 ) Prometheus^ were he here, would caft away His Adam, and refufe a Soul to Clay ; And either would thy noble Work inipire. Or think it warm enough without his Kre. But vulgar Hands may vulgar Likenefs ralfe ; This is the leaft Attendant on thy Praife ; Prom hence the Rudiments of Art began, A Coal, or Chalk fii'ft imitated Man : Perhaps the Shadow taken on a Wall, Gave Out-Lines to the rude Original j E'er Canvas yet was ftrain'd ; before the Grace Of blended Colours found their Ufe and Place 5 Or Cyprefs Tablets fii'ft receiv'd a Face. By flow degrees the God-like Ait advanced. As Man grew polifh'd. Picture was inhanc'd : Greece added Pofture, Shade, and Perfpeilive, And then the Mimick-Piece began to live. Yet Peifpeftive was lame j no Diftance titie. But all came forward in one common View : No Point of Light was known, no Bounds of Ait J When Light was there, it knew not to depart 5 But glai-ing on remoter Objefts play'd, Not languifh'd, and infenfibly decay 'd. ,;,, Long time the Sifter- Arts, in iron Sleep, A heavy Sabbath did fupinely keep : At length, in Raphael's Age at once they rife. Stretch all their Limbs, and open all their Eyes. Thence rofe the Roman and the Lombard Line, One colour'd beft, and one did beft defign. Raphael's, like Homer's, was the nobler Part, But Titian's Painting look'd like Virgil's Art. Thy Genius gives thee both ; where true Deflgn, Poftures unforc'd, and lively Colours join. Likenefs is ever there, but ftill the beft ; Like proper Thoughts in lofty Language drefs'd : Where Light, to Shades defcending, plays, not ftrxyes. Dies by degrees, and by degrees revives. Of various Parts a perfeft Whole is wrought ; Thy Pidures think, and we divine their Thought. Our Arts are Sifters, tho not Twins in Birth ; * ^ For Hymns were fung in Eden's happy Earth By the firft Pair. But Oh ! the Painter Mufe, tho laft in place. Has feiz'd the Blefting fii'ft, like Jacob's Race. p ^ Apellt C ^^^ ) Apelles' Ai-t an Alexander found ; And Raphael did with Leo's Gold abound : l^Jt Homer was with barren Laurel crown'd. Thou hadft thy Charles awhile, and fo had'l • But pafs we that unpleafing Image by. ' Thou palnt'ft as wt defcribe ; improving ftill When on wild Nature we engraft our Skill :* 7 But not creating Beauties at our Will. * X But Poets are confinM in aarr'wer Space, To fpeak the Language of their native Place : The Painter widely ftretches his Command ; Thy Pencil fpeaks the Tongue of ev'ry Land. But we who Life beftow, our felves muft live Kings cannot reign unlefs their Subjeds ofye. * And they who pay the Taxes bear the Rule :* Thus thou fometimes art forc'd to draw a Fool • But (o his Follies in thy Poftui'es fink, ' The fenilefs Ideot feems at leaft to think. Jlich in thy felf, and of thy felf Divine, All Pilgrims come and offer at thy Shrine : A graceful Truth thy Pencil can command. The Fair themfelves go mended from thy Hand : Likenefs appears in ev'ry Lineament ; But Likenefs in thy Work is eloquent. Tho Natiu-e there her true Refemblance bears, A nobler Beauty in thy Piece appears. So warm thy Work, fo glows the gen'rous Frame, Flefh looks lefs living in the lovely^Dame. More cannot be by mortal Art exprefs'd j But venerable Age {hall add the reft. For Time fhall with his ready Pencil ftand. Re-touch your Fingers with his ripening Hand ; Mellow your Colours, and imbrown the Teint, Add ev'ry Grace which Time alone can grant : To future Ages fiiall your Fame convey. An J give more Beauties than he takes away. Dry, To SirCKneller, Men thought fo much a Flame by Art was fhown, The Pidure's felf would fall in Afhes down. CowU The Painter, who fo long had vex'd his Cloth, Of his Hound's Mouth to feign the raging Froth, His defp'rate Pencil at the Work did dait; riis Anger reach' d that Rage which pafs'd his Art. Chance finifh'd that which Art could not begin j iMid he fate fmiling Ik)W his Dog did grin. Marv, PRO' (347)' PRO METHEUS ill Painted, How wretched doth Prometheus^ State o.ppear. While he his fecond Mifeiy fufFers here ! Draw him no more, left as he tortur'd ftands. He blame great Jove's lefs than the Painter's Hands. It would the Vulture's Cruelty out-go. If once again his Liver thus fhould grow. Pity him, 'Jove^ and his bold Theft allow; The Flames he once ftole from thee, grant him now. CowU Under a Lady^s Pi6lure, Such Helen was, and who can blame the Eoy That in fo bright a Flame confum'd his Troy ^ But had like Virtue fhin'd in that fair G reeky The amorous Shepherd had not dar'd to feek, Or hope for Pity ; but with filent Moan, And better Fate, had perifhed alone. WalL women's Painting. As Pirates all falfe Colours wear, T' intrap th' unweary Mariner ; So Women, to furprize us, fpread The borrow'd Flags of White and Redi Lay Trains of amorous Intrigues In Tow'rs, and Curls, and Periwigs ; With greater Art and Cunning rear'd^^ Than Philip Nye's thankfgiving Beard. Prepoft'roufly t' entice and gain ' Thofe to adore them they difdain. Had, Quoth flie, if you 're impos'd upon, 'Tis by your own Temptation done ; That with your Ignorance invite. And teach us how to ufe the Slight ; For when we find you're flill more taken "With falfe Attrads of your own making ; Swear that's a Rofe, and that's a Stone, Like Sots, to us that laid it on ; And what we did but fiiihtly prim^, Moft ignorantly daub in Rhyme : You force us, in our ov/n Defences, To copy Beams and Influences ; To lay Pei-fedions on the Graces, And draw Attrafts upon our Faces ; And in Compliance to your Wit, Your own falfe Jewels counterfeit ; Wh'::i ( 348 ) Which when they 're nobly done and well, The fimple natural excel. How fair and fweet the planted Rofe, Beyond the wild in Hedges, gi'ows ! For without Art the nobleft Seeds Of Flow'rs degenerate to Weeds. How dull and rugged, e'er 'tis ground And polifh'd, looks a Diamond ! Tho Paradife was e'er fo fair, It was not kept fo without Care. The whole World, without Art and Drefs, Would be but one great Wildernefs ; And Mankind but a favage Herd, For all that Nature has confer'd ; This does but rough-hew and defign, Leavas Ait to polifh and refine. H«^» PARADISE. So on he fares, and t6 the Border comes Of Eden, where delicious Paradife, Now nearer, crowns with her Enclofure green. As with a rural Mound, the Champain Head Of a fteep Wildernefs ; whofe hairy Sides, With Thicket over-grown, grotefque and wild, Accefs deny'd : And over-head up-grew Infuperable Height of loftieft Shade \ Cedar, and Pine, and Fir, and branching Palm ; A fylvan Scene : And as the Ranks afcend Shade above Shade, a woody Theatre, Of ftatelieft View ; and higher than their Tops The verd'rous Wall of Paradife up-fpiiuig \ And higher than that Wall a circling Row Of goodlieft Trees, loaden with faireft Fruit, Blofloms and Fruits at once of golden Hew, Appear'd with gay enamel'd Colours mix'd : On which the Sun more glad imprefs'd his Beams, Than on fair Evening Cloud, or humid Bow, ♦ When God has fhow'r'd the Earth : So lovely feem'd That Landfcape. And of pure, now purer Air Meets his Approach, and to the Heart infpires Vernal Delight and Joy, able to drive All Sadnefs, but Defpair : Now gentle Gales, Fanning their odoriferous Wings, difpenfe Native Perfumes, and whifper whence they ftole Thofe balmy Sp/[^ls. As when to them who fail ~ Beyond C 349 ) i Beyond tlie Cape of Hope, and now are paft Mox^ambick ; off at Sea North-Eafl Winds blow SabAan Odours from the fpicy Shore Of Arable the Bleji : with fuch Delay V^ell-pleas'd, they flack their Courfe ; and many a League, Chear'd with the grateful Smell, old Ocean fmiles. So enteitain'd thofe odVous Sweets the Fiend. Garden ofEBE N, A blifsful Field, circled with Groves of Myrrh, And flowing Odours, Caflia, Nard, and Balm ^ A Wildernefs of Sweets ! for Nature here Wanton'd as in her Prime ; and play'd at Will Her Virgin Fancies ; pouring foith more Sweet, Wild, above Rule or Ait, enormous Blifs ! Out of this fertile Ground God caus'd to grow All Trees of nobleft Kind for Sight, Sfiiell, Tafte • And all amidft them flood t\^ Tree of Life, High eminent, blooming Ambrofial Fruit Of vegetable Gold ; and next to Life, Our Death, the Tree of Knowledg grew faft by. Southward thro Eden went a River lai'ge. Nor chang'd his Courfe, but thro the i^^gy Hill Pafs'd underneath ingulf 'd ; and thence thro Veins Of porous Earth, with kindly Thirfl up-drawn, Rofe a frelh Fountain, and with many a Rill Water'd the Garden : Thence united fell Down the fleep Glade, and met the nether Flood. But oh ! what Art can tell How from that Saphir Fount, the crifped Brook, Rolling on Orient Pearls, and Sands of Cold, "With many En'or, under pendant Shades, Ran Nedar ; vlfiting each Plant, and fed riow'rs worthy of Paradife : Which not nice Art In Beds, and cuiious Knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profufe, on Hill, and Dale, and Plain ; Both where the Morning Sun firfl warmly fmote The open Field, and where the unpierc'd Shade Imbrown'd the Noon-tide Bow'rs. Thus was this Place A happy mral Seat of various View. Groves, whofe rich Trees wept odorous Gums and Balm ; Others, whofe Fruit, burnifh'd with golden Rind, Hung amiable ; Hefperian Fables n'ue. If tme, here only, and of delicious Tafte : Betwixt thera Lawns, or ievel'd Downs, and Flocks Grazing C 350 ) Grazing the tender Herb, were interposed 5 Or palmy Hillock, or the flow'ry Lap Of fome irriguous Valley fpread her Store ; Jlow'rs of all Hew, and without Thorn the Rofc : Another Side, umbrageous Grots and Caves Of cool Recefs, o'er which the mantling Vine Lays forth her purple Grape, and gently creeps Luxuriant. Mean while murm'ring V^aters fall Down the flope Hills, difpers'd or in a Lake, That to the fringed Bank, with Myrtle crown'd. Her cryftal Mirrour holds, unite their Streams. The Birds their Choir apply ; Airs, vernal Airs, Breathing the Smell of Field and Grove, attune The trembling Leaves ; while univerfal Pan^ Knit with the Graces and the Hours in Dance, Led on th' eternal Spring. ADAM and EVE in Paradife, His large fair Front, and Eye fublime declar'd Abfolute Rule, his Hyacinthin Looks Down from his parted Forelock manly hung, Cluft'ring, but not beneath his Shoulders broad. She, as a Veil, down to her flender >5^afle Her unadorned golden TrclTes wore Difheverd, but in wanton Ringlets wav'd. As the Vine curls her Tendrils. Under a Tuft of Shade, that on the Green Stood whifpering foft, by a frefh Fountain Side They fat them down. There to their Supper Fruits they fell, Neftarine Fruits, which the compliant Boughs Yielded them, f.de-long as they fate recline On the foft downy Bank, damask'd with Flow'rs. The favoury Pulp they chew, and in the Rind, Still as they thirfted, fcoop the brimming Stream. About them frisking play'd All Beads of th' Earth, fince wild, and of all Chafe In Woods or Wildernefs, Foreft or Den : Sporting the Lion ramp'd, and in his Paw Dandled the Kid \ Bears, Tygers, Ounces, Pards, Gambol'd before 'em : Th' unwieldy Elephant, To make them Mirth, us'd all his Might, and wreath'd His lithe Probofcis : Clofe the Serpent fly, Infmuating, wove with Gordian Twine His breeded Train, and of his fatal Guile Gave C35t ) Gave Proof unheeded : Others on the Grafs Couch'd, and now fill'd with Pafture, gazing fate. Milt, PARDON. Forgivenefs to the Injui-'d does belong ; (ofGrarim But they ne'er pardon who have done the Wrong. Dr'^d, Con^* The Laws that are inanimate. And feel no Senfe of Love or Hate, That have no Pailions of their own^ Nor Pity to be wrought upon 5 Are only proper to inflid Kevenge on Criminals, as ftrid. But to have Power to forgive. Is Empire and Prerogative : And 'tis in Crowns a nobler Gem, To grant a Pardon, than condemn. IIud'» PARTING. ' Parting is worfe than Death ; 'tis Death of Love ! The Soul and Body part not with fuch Pam, As I from you. Dryd.Sl>an.Fry, Now I would fpeak the laft Fai-ewel, but cannot j It would be ftill Farewel, a tlioufand times ; And multiplied in Echoes ftill Fai'ewel. I will not fpeak, but think a thoufand thoufand : And be thou filent too, my loft Sebafiian / So let us part in the dumb Pomp of Grief. Dryd, Don Seh* Adieu then, O my Soul's far better Bait ! Thy Image fticks fo clofe, That the Blood follows from my rending Heart. A laft Farewel. For fmce a laft muft come, the reft are vain, (of Gran, Like Gafps in Death, which but prolong our Pain. Dryd* Conq, I cannot, cannot tell her, we muft part j I could pull out an Eye, and bid it go ; And th' other ftiould not weep : But oh ! How many Deaths are in this Word Depart ! Dry d. All for Love, Death is parting : 'Tis the laft fad Adieu 'twixt Soul and Body. But this is fomewhat worfe ! My Joy, my Comfort ! All thnt was left in Life fleets after thee : My aking Sight hangs on thy parting Beauties. So finks the fetting Sun beneath the Waves, And leaves the Traveller in pathlefs Woods Benighted and forlorn : Thus with fad Eyes Weftwai-d C 352 ) Weftward he turns to mark the Light's Decay «« Till having loft the laft faint Glimpfe of Day L Cheerlefs in Darknefs he purfues his Way. ^' RoweTamerl. f Like one who wanders thro long barren Wilds And yet foreknows no hofpitable Inn * Is near to fuccour Hunger ; eats his Fill Before his painful March : So would 1 feed a while my famifli'd Eyes Before we part : For I have far to go. If Death be fai^ and never muft return. Dryd. All for Love. 1 here s luch fweet Pain in Parting That I could hang for ever on thy Arms And look away my Life into thy Eyes. ' Otw.Cai Mar What have we gain'd by this one Minute more ? ' * Only to wifh another and another, A longer Struggling with the Pangs of Death. Oh ! thofe that do not know what Parting is Can never learn to die. * When I but think this Sight may be our laft. If Jove fhould fet me in the Place of Atlas] And lay the Weight of Heav'n and Gods upj)n me. He could not prefs 'me more. Oh ! let me go, that I may know my Grief: Grief is but guefs'd, while thou art ftanding by ; But I too foon fhall know what Abfence is. Why 'tis to be no more ; another Name for Death ; 'Tis the Sun parting from the frozen North, And I, methinks, Hand on fome icy Cliff, To watch the laft low Circles that he makes. Till he fink down from Heav'n ! O only Crejfida / If thou depart from me I cannot live. 1 have not Soul enough to laft for Grief, But thou fhalt hear what Grief has done with me. If I could live to hear it, I were falie ; But as a fearful Traveller, who, fearing Aftaults of Robbers, leaves his Wealth behind ; I truft my Heart with thee, and cany with me Only an empty Casket. Then I will live that I may keep that Treafure ; And arm'd with this- Aflurance, let thee go Loofe, yet fecure, as is the gende Hawk, When, whiftled off, fhe mounts into the Wind. Our Loves, like Mountains, hid above the Clouds, The Winds and Tempefts beat their aged Fleet, Their C 353 ) Their peaceful Heads, nor Storms, nor Thunder know, (Crejfs But fcorn the threatning Rack that rolls below. Dryd, Troil. ^ Since Fate divides us then, fince I muft lofe thee. For Pity's Sake, for Love's, oh ! fufFer me. Thus languifhing, thus dying to approach thee. And figh my laft Adieu upon thy Bofom : Permit me thus to fold thee in my Arms, To prefs thee to my Heart, to tafte thy Sweets \ Thus pant, and thus grow giddy with Delight *, Thus for my laft of Moments, gaze upon thee, Thou beft, thou only Joy, thou loft Sejnanthe* For ever I could liften, but the Gods, The cruel Gods forbid, and thus they p.ti't us* Remember, ch ! remember me, Telemachus ! Perhaps thou wilt forget me ; but no matter ; 1 will be true to thee, prefeiTe thee ever. The fad Companion of this faithful Breaft, While Life and Thought remain : And when at laft I feel the icy Hand of Death prevail. My Heart-ftrings break, and all my Senfes fail, I'll fix thy Image in my clofing EyCj Sigh thy dear Name, then lay me down and 6.m, Rowe tJhjfl P A S S '1 O N S. They fate them down to weep, nor only Tears Rain'd at their Eyes, but high Winds worfe within. Began to rife ♦, high Paflions, Anger, Hate, Miftruft, Sufpicion, Difcord ; and lliook fore Theii- inward State of Mind ; calm Region once. And full of Peace, now toft and tui'bulent : For Underftanding loil'd not, and the Will Heard not her Lore, both in Subjeftion now To fenfual Appetite, who from beneath, Ufui'puig over Sovereign Reafon, claimed Superior Sway. Milt, Love, Anguifh, Wrath, and Grief to Madnefs wrought Defpair and ftcret Shame, and confcious Thought Of inborn Worth, his laboring Soul opprefs'd, RoU'd in his Eyes, and rag'd within his Breaft. Dryd* Vir^^ Stupid he fate, his Eyes on Earth declined. And various Care revolving in his Mind. Rage boiling from the bottom of his Bread, And Sorrow, mix'd with Shame, his Soul opprefs'd \ And confcious Worth lay laboring in his Thought ; And Love, by Jealoufy, to Madnefs wrought. By (3^4) By flow degrees his Reafon drove away The Mifts of Pailion, and refum'd her Sway. Dryd, Virg* Love, Juftice, Natui-e, Pity, and Revenge, Have kindled up a Wildfire in my Breaft, } And 1 am all a Civil War within. I And, like a VefTel, ftruggling in a Storm, (Fry, Require more Hands than one to fteer me upright. T>r