There they their Fill of Love, and Love's Difport

Took largely :

'Till dewy Sleep

Opprefs'd them, wearied with their am'rous Play.Milt.
Unhappy Mortals! whofe fublimeft Joy
Preys on it felf, and does it felf destroy.

ENTHUSIAS M.

Roch

He comes! Behold the God! Thus while she said,
Her Colour chang'd, her Face was not the fame,
And hollow Groans from her deep Spirit came :
Her Hair ftood up; convulfive Rage poffefs'd
Her trembling Limbs, and heav'd her lab'ring Breaft;
Greater than Humane-kind the feem'd to look,
And with an Accent, more than mortal, fpoke :
Her flaring Eyes with fparkling Fury roul,
When all the God came rushing on her Soul:
Thus full of Fate fhe grew, and of the God;
Strugling in vain, impatient of her Load:
And lab'ring underneath the pond'rous God.
The more fhe ftrove to shake him from her Breaft,
With more, and far fuperior Force he prefs'd;
Commands his Entrance, and without Controul
Ufurps her Organs, and infpires her Soul.

At length her Fury fell, her foaming ceas'd;
And, ebbing in her Soul, the God decreas'd, Dryd.Virg.
I feel him now,

Like a ftrong Spirit, charm'd into a Tree,
That leaps, and moves the Wood without a Wind.
The rouzed God, as all this while he lay
Intomb'd alive, starts and dilates himself:
He ftruggles, and he tears my aged Trunk
With holy Fury; my old Arteries burst:
My rivell'd Skin,

Like Parchment, crackles at the hallow'd Fire ;
I fhall be young agen! Manto, my Daughter,
Thou haft a Voice, that might have fav'd the Bard
Of Thrace, and forc'd the raging Bacchanals,

With lifted Prongs, to liften to thy Airs:
O charm this God, this Fury in my Bofom,
Lull him with tuneful Notes, and artful Strings,
With powerful Strains: Manto, my lovely Child,
Sooth the unruly Godhead to be mild. Lee's Oedipus.

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Great Bullingbrook

Mounted upon a hot and fiery Steed,

Which his afpiring Rider feem'd to know,
With flow, but stately Pace, kept on his Courfe
You would have thought the very Windows fpoke,
So many greedy Looks of young and old,
Thro' Cafements darted their defiring Eyes
Upon his Vifage; and that all the Walls,
With painted Imag'ry, had faid at once
God fave thee, Bullingbrook.

But as in a Theatre, the Eyes of Men,
After a well-grac'd Actor leaves the Stage,
Are idly bent on him that enters next,
Thinking his Prattle to be tedious;

Ev'n fo, or with much more Contempt, Mens Eyes
Did fcowle on Richard: No Man cry'd, God fave him:
No joyful Tongue gave him his Welcome home :
But Duft was thrown upon his facred Head,
Which with fuch gentle Sorrow he shook off,
His Face ftill combating with Tears and Smiles,
(The Badges of his Grief and Patience).

That had not God, for fome strong Purpose, fteel'd
The Hearts of Men, they must perforce have melted,
And Barbarifn it felf have pity'd him. Shak. Rich. IF.
What Tributaries follow him to Rome,

To grace in captive Bands his Chariot-Wheels?
Have you climb'd up to Walls and Battlements,
To Towers and Windows, yea to Chimney Tops,
Your Infants in your Arms, and there have fate
The live-long Day with patient Expectation,
To fee great Pompey pass the Streets of Rome?

And

And when you faw his Chariot but appear,
Have you not made a univerfal Shout;
That Tyber trembled underneath her Banks,
To hear the Replication of your Sounds,
Made in the Concave Shores.

EN V Y.

Shak. Ju'. Caf

And next to him malicious Envie rode,
Upon a ravenous Wolfe, and ftill did chaw
Between his cankred Teeth a venemous Toad,
That all the Poyfon run about his Jaw;
But inwardly he chawed his own Maw

At Neighbours Wealth, that made him ever fad, For death it was, when any good he faw,

And wept, that caufe of weeping none he had :
But when he heard of harme, he wexed wondrous

All in a Kirtle of difcolour'd Say
He clothed was, ypainted full of eyes;
And in his Bofom fecretly there lay
An hateful Snake, the which his Taile up ties
In many folds, and mortal Sting implies.
Still as he rode, he gnafht his Teeth, to fee
Thofe heaps of Gold with griple covetife,
And grudged at the great felicity

Of proud Lucifera, and his own Company.

(glad.

He hated all good Works and virtuous Deeds,
And him no lefs, that any like did ufe:
And who with gracious Bread the hungry feeds,
His Almes for want of Faith he doth accufe:
So every good to bad he doth abufe:

And eke the Verfe of famous Poet's Wit
He does back-bite, and fpightful Poyfon fpues
From leprous Mouth, on all that ever writ:
Such on vile Envy was, that first in rowe did fit.

The

The one of them, that Elder did appear, With her dull Eyes did feem to look askew,

That her mis-fhape much helpt; and her foule haire Hung loofe and loathfomely: thereto her hew Was wan and leane, that all her Teeth arew

And all her Bones might thro' her Cheeks be read ; Her Lips were like raw Leather, pale and blue : And as the fpake, there-with the flavered;

Yet fpake the feldome, but thought more the less she

Her Hands were foule and dirty, never washt In all her Life, with long Nailes over-raught,

(faid.

Like Puttocks Clawes, with th' one of which the Her curfed Head,although it itched nought; (scratcht. The other held a Snake with venime fraught,

On which she fed, and gnawed hungerly,
As that long she had not eaten ought;

That round about her Jawes one might defcry
The bloudy Gore and Poison dropping lothfomly.

Her Name was Envie, knowen well thereby;
Whoes Nature is to grieve, and grudge at all
That ever fhe fees doen praife-worthily:
Whoes fight to her is greatest Cross may fall,
And vexeth fo, that makes her eat her gall.
For when he wanteth other thing to eat,

She feeds on her own Maw unnatural,

And of her own foule Entrailes makes her meat; Meat fit for fuch a Monfter's monsterous diat.

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And if the hapt of any good to hear,
That had to any Body happily betid,

Then would the inly fret, and grieve and teare
Her flesh for felnefs, which the inward hid,
But if she heard of Ill that any did,

Or harm that any had, then would the make
Great Cheare, like one unto a Banquet bid;

And

And in anothers lofs great Pleasure take, 1 (Spen As he had got thereby, and gained a great Stake. Why thou'd I mention Envy's various Arts ? By what finifter Fraud fhe ftrikes at Hearts ? By Stabs or Poyfons brings a Monarch's Fate, And rids him of a Kingdom's pondrous Weight. Deluded Man! who by a filken Thread Sees the drawn Sword impending o'er his Head; Who leaps the Precipice he ought to fhun, Induftrious to be wretched and undone.

The Fury Atrait

: Dryd.

T

Crawl'd in, her Limbs cou'd fcarce fupport her Weight:
A noifom Rag her penfive Temples bound,
And faintly her parch'd Lips her Accents found.
Beneath the gloomy Covert of an Eugh,
That taints the Grafs with fickly Sweats of Dew:
No verdant Beauty entertains the Sight,
But baneful Hemlock, and cold Aconite
In a dark Grot the baleful Haggard lay,
Breathing black Vengeance, and infecting Day:
Meagre, deform'd, and worn with spightful Woes,
When Accius has Applaufe, Dorfennus hows.
The chearful Blood her livid Cheeks forfook,
And Bafilifks fate brooding in her Look.
A bald and bloated Toad-stool rais'd her Head,
And Plumes of boding Ravens were her Bed:
From her chapp'd Noftrils fcalding Torrents fall,
And her funk Eyes boil o'er in Floods of Gall. . SA
Volcanos labour thus with inward Pains,

While Seas of melted Oar lay waste the Plains.
Around the Fiend in hideous Order fate
Fowl-bawling Infamy, and bold Debate:
Gruff Difcontent, thro' Ignorance mifled,
And clam'rous Faction at her Party's Head:
Restless Sedition, ftill diffembling Fear,
And By Hypocrify with pious Leer. 25
Glouting with fullen fpight the Fury shook.
Her clotter'd Locks, and blafted with each Look.