DISSEN TIO N.

Diffentions like small Streams, at first begun, Scarce feen they rise, bút gather as they run : So Lines, that from their Parallel decline, More they advance, the more they still disjoyn. Gar.

DOGS.

Like as a fort of hungry Dogs ymet About fome Carcafe by the common way,, Doe fall together, ftriveing each to get The greatest Portion of the greedy prey; All on confused heaps themselves allay,

And fnatch, and bite, and rend, and tug, and teare;

That who them fees, would wonder at their fray; And who fees not would be affraid to heare.

Spen.

DOLPHIN.

As when a Dolphin and a Sele are met,
In the wide Champian of the Ocean Plaine,
With cruel chaufe their courages they whet,
The Mafterdome of each by force to gaine,

And dreadfull Battaile 'twixt them do darraine : (rore.
They fnuff, they fnort, they bounce, they rage, they
That all the Sea (difturbed with their traine)

Doth frie with fome above the Surges hore,

Such was betwixt thefe two the troublefome uprore.

DOUBT.

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(Spen.

Next after him went Doubt, yclad In a discolour'd Cote of ftrange difguife, That at his back a brode Cappucio had, And Sleeves dependant Albanese wife: He lookt afkew with his mistrustful eyes, And nicely trode, as thornes lay in his Or that the flore to fhrinke he did avife, And on a broken reed he still did ftay บ His feeble fteps, which fhrunke, when hard thereon

way

That was to weet, the Porter of the Place, Unto whoes truft the charge thereof was lent : His name was Doubt, he had a double face,

Th' one forward looking, and th' other backward bent; Therein resembling Janus auncient,

Which hath in charge the ingate of the yeare: And evermore his Eyes about him went,

As if fome proved perill he did feare,

Or did mifdoubt fome ill, whoes caufe did not ap(peare. Spen. Doubt's the worst Tyrant of a gen'rous Mind, The Coward's Ill, who dares not meet his Fate, And ever doubting to be fortunate,

Falls to the Wretchednefs his Fears create.

Floating in a Flood of Care,

This Way and that he turns his anxious Mind,
Thinks, and rejects the Counsel he design'd:
Explores himself in vain in ev'ry Part,

Bebn.

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And gives no Reft to his distracted Heart, Dryd, Virg.

DOVE.

As when a Dove her rocky Hold forfakes: Rouz'd in a Fright, her founding Wings he shakes: The Cavern rings with Clatt'ring out the flies, And leaves her callow Care, and cleaves the Skies; At first the flutters, but at length, the springs To fmoother Flight, and fhoots upon her Wings. (Dryd. Virg.

DREAM S.

Dreams are but Interludes which Fancy makes,
When Monarch Reafon fleeps, this Mimick wakes:
Compounds a Medley of disjointed Things,

A Mob of Coblers, and a Court of Kings:
Light Fumes are merry, groffer Fumes are fad
Both are the reafonable Soul run mad,:
And many monftrous Forms in Sleep we fee,
That never were, nor are, nor e'er cau be.
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Some

Sometimes forgotten Things, long caft behind,
Rush forward in the Brain, and come to Mind;
The Nurfes Legends are for Truths receiv'd,
And the Man dreams but what the Boy believ’d. ·
Sometimes we but rehearse a former Play,
The Night reftores our Actions done by Day:
As Hounds in Sleep will open for their Prey.
In short, the Farce of Dreams is of a Piece;
Chimera's all, and more abfurd or less.
All Dreams

Are from Repletion, and Complexion bred,
From rifing Fumes of indigested Food,
And noxious Humours that infect the Blood.
when Choler overflows, then Dreams are bréd
Of Flames, and all the Family of Red :
Red Dragons, and red Beafts in Sleep we view,
For Humours are diftinguifh'd by their Hue.
From hence we dream of War and warlike Things:
And Wafps and Hornets with their double Wings.
Choler aduft congeals our Blood with Fear,
Then black Bulls tofs us, and black Devils tear.
In fanguin airy Dreams, aloft we bound:

With Rheums opprefs'd, we fink in Rivers drown'd.
The dominating Humour makes the Dream.

(Dryd. The Cock and the Fox.

When heavy Sleep has clos'd the Sight,

And fickly Fancy labours in the Night,
We seem to run, and deftitute of Force,
Our finking Limbs forfake us in the Courfe;
In vain we heave for Breath, in vain we cry,
The Nerves unbrac'd their ufual Strength deny,
And on the Tongue the fault'ring Accents die.

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(Dryd, Virg. As one, who in fome frightful Dream would fhun His preffing Foe, labours in vain to run :

And his own Slowness in his Sleep bemoans,

With thick short-Sighs, weak Cries, and tender Groans.

(Dryd. Cong. of Gran.

As

As he, who in a Dream with Drought is curs'd,
And finds no real Drink to quench his Thirst,
Runs to imagin'd Lakes his Heat to steep,

And vainly fwills, and labours in his Sleep. Dryd.Lucr.
A Dream o'ertook me at my waking Hour
This Morn ; and Dreams they fay are then divine,
When all the balmy Vapours are exhal'd,

And fome o'erpow'ring God continues Sleep.

DRINKING.

A thirsty Soul !

(Dryd. Don. Seb.

He took the Challenge and embrac'd the Bowl;
With Pleafure fwill'd the Gold, nor ceas'd to draw,
'Till he the Bottom of the Brimmer faw.
He crown'd a Bowl, unbid;

Dryd, Virg.

The laughing Nectar over-look'd the Lid,
The Reconciler-Bowl went round the Board,
Which empty'd, the rude Skinker ftill restor❜d.
The Feast continu'd 'till declining Light,

They drank, they laugh'd, they lov'd; and then 'twas
Drunken at last, and drowfie they depart,

Each to his Houfe.

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DUEL

(Night. Dryd. Hom.

Now at the Time, and in th' appointed Place,
The Challenger and Challeng'd, Face to Face,
Approach each other from afar they knew,
And from afar their Hatred chang'd their Hue,
So ftands the Thracian Herdfman with his Spear,
Full in the Gap; and hopes the hunted Bear;
And hears him ruftling in the Wood, and fees
His Course at Distance by the bending Trees:
And thinks, Here comes my mortal Enemy;
And either he muft fall in Fight, or I.

This while he thinks, he lifts aloft his Dart;
A gen'rous Chillness seizes ev'ry Part ;
The Veins pour back the Blood,and fortify the Heart.
Thus pale they meet; their Eyes with Fury burn;
None greets, for none the Greeting will return :

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But

But in dumb Surliness, each arm'd with Care,
His Foe profefs'd, as Brother of the War.
Then both, no Moment loft, at once advance
Against each other, arm'd with Sword and Lance :
They lafh, they foin, they pafs, they ftrive to bore
Their Corflets, and the thinnest Parts explore.
Thus two long Hours in equal Arms they ftood;
And wounded, wound, 'till both were bath'd in Blood
And not a Foot of Ground had either got,
As if the World depended on that Spot.
Fell Arcite like an angry Tyger far'd,
And, like a Lyon, Palamon appear'd :
Or as two Boars, whom Love to Battel draws,
With rifing Briftles, and with frothy Jaws,

Their adverfe Breafts with Tufks oblique they wound,
With Grunts and Groans the Foreft rings around:
So fought the Knights.

In mortal Battel redoubling Blow on Blow;

Like Light'ning flam'd their Fauchions to and fro, And fiot a dreadful Gleam: So ftrong they ftrook, There feem'd lefs Force requir'd to fell an Oak.

(Dryd. Pal. Arī. Now in clos'd Field, each other from afar They view, and rushing on begin the War :

They launch their Spears; then hand to hand they meet,
The trembling Soil refounds beneath their Feet.

Their Bucklers clash, thick Blows defcend from high,
And Flakes of Fire from their hard Helmets fly.
Such was the Combat in the lifted Ground;

So clash their Swords, and fo their Shields refound.
Rais'd on the Stretch, young Turnus aims a Blow,
Full on the Helm of his unguarded Foe;
But all in Pieces flies the Traytor Sword,
And, in the middle ftruck, deferts its Lord.
The mortal-temper'd Steel deceiv'd his Hand,
The fhiver'd Fragments shone amid the Sand.
Surpriz'd with Fear, he fled along the Field,
And now forthright, and now in Orbits wheel'd.

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