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FAITH.

Of which the Eldeft, that Fidelia high,
Like funny beames threw from her crystall face,
That could have daz'd the rash beholders fight,
And round her head did fhine like Heaven's light.

She was arraid all in Lilly white,
And in her right hand bore a cup of gold,
With Wine and Water fill'd up to the hight,
In which a Serpent did himself enfold,
That horror made to all that did behold;

But the no whit did change her conftant Mood:
And in her other hand fhe faft did hold

A Book that was both fign'd and feal'd with blood, Wherein dark things were writ, hard to be under(ftood. Spen.

FALCO N.

As a Falcon faire.

That once has failed of her foufe full meare,
Remounts again into the open Aire,

And unto better Fortune does her felf prepare.

As when a Falcon hath with nimble flight Flown at a flush of Ducks, foreby he broke The trembling Brood dismaid with dreadful fight Of Death, the which them almost overtook, Doe hide themselves from her aftonying look, Amongst the flags and covert round about.

As when a caft of Falcons make their flight At an Hernefhaw, that lyes aloft on wing,

The whiles they strike at him with heedlefs might, The warie Fowle his bill doth backward wring; On which the firft, whoes force her first doth bring Her felf quite through the Body doth engore, And falleth down to grownd like fenfelefs thing; But th' other not fo fwift as the before, (Spen. Fails of her foufe, and paffing by dath hurt no more.

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The Falcon from above,

Truffes in middle Air the trembling Dove:

Then plumes the Prey, in her ftrong Pounces bound; The Feathers, foul with blood, come tumbling to the (Ground. Dryd. Virg.

FALSHOO D.

Her crafty Head was altogether bald, And (as in hate of honourable eld)

Was overgrown with fcurfe and filthy fcald; Her teeth out of her rotten gumes were fleld, And her fower breath abhominable fmeld,

Her dryed dugs, like bladders la king wind, Hung down, and filthy matter from them weld; Her wizled fkin as rough as maple rinde,

So feaby was that would have loath'd all Womankind.

Her nether parts, the fhame of all her kind,
My chafter Muse for shame doth blush to write :
But at her rump fhe growing had behind
A Foxes taile, with dung all fouly dight,
And eke her feet most monftrous were in fight ;
For one of them was like an Eagles claw,
With griping talons arm'd to greedy fight,
The other like a Bears uneven paw:

More ugly fhape yet never living Creature faw.

FAME.

(Spen.

Fame, the great Ill, from fmall Beginnings grows; Swift from the first, and every Moment brings New Vigour to her Flights, new Pinions to her Wings. Soon grows the Pigmy to gigantick Size: Her Feet on Earth, her Forehead in the Skies; Iurag'd against the Gods, revengeful Earth Produc'd her laft of the Titanian Birth: Swift is her Walk, more fwift her winged Haste, A monstrous Phantom, horrible and vast. As many Plumes as raife her lofty Flight, So many piercing Eyes enlarge her Sight.

Millions

Millions of op'ning Mouths to Fame belong,
And ev'ry Mouth is furnish'd with a Tongue,
And round with lift'ning Ears the flying Plague is

She fills the peaceful Univerfe with Cries,
No Slumbers ever clofe her wakeful Eyes;

(hung.

By Day, from lofty Tow'rs her Head the fhews,
And fpreads thro' trembling Crowds difaftrous News.
With Court-Informers haunts, and Royal Spies;
Things done, relates; not done, fhefeigns, and mingles
(Truth with Lies.

Talk is her Bus'nefs, and her chief Delight
To tell of Prodigies, and caufe Affright. Dryd. Virg.
While Fame is young, too weak to fly away,
Envy pursues her, like fome Bird of Prey:
But once on Wing, then all the Dangers ceafe;
Envy her felf is glad to be at Peace;
Gives over, weary'd with fo high a Flight,
Above her Reach, and fcarce within her Sight.
But fuch the Frailty is of Human Kind,
Men toil for Fame, which no Man lives to find.
Long rip'ning under Ground this China lies:
Fame bears no Fruit 'till the vain Planter dies.

Norm.

How much the Thirst of Honour fires the Blood,
How many would be great, how few be good?
For who would Virtue for her felf regard,
Or wed, without the Portion of Reward?
Yet this mad Chace of Fame, by few purfu'd,
Has drawn Destruction on the Multitude:
This Avarice of Praife in Times to come,
Thofe long Infcriptions crowded on the Tomb,
Should fome wild Fig-tree take her native Bent,
And heave below the gawdy Monument,
Would crack the marble Titles, and difperfe
The Characters of all the lying Verfe.

For Sepulchres themselves muft crumbling fall

In Time's Abyfs, the common Grave of all. Dryd. Jur.

PALACE of FAM E.

Full in the midft of this created Space,

Betwixt Heav'n, Earth, and Seas, there ftands a Place
Confining on all Three, with triple Bound;

Whence all things, tho' remote, are view'd around,
And thither bring their undulating Sound.
The Palace of loud Fame! Her Seat of Pow'r ;
Plac'd on the Summit of a lofty Tow'r :
A thoufand Crannies in the Walls are made ;
Nor Gates, nor Bars exclude the bufy Trads.
'Tis built of Braís, the better to diffuse

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The fpreading Sounds, and multiply the News :
Where Ecchoes in repeated Ecchoes play :
A Mart for ever full, and open Night and Day.
Nor Silence is within, nor Voice exprefs,
But a deaf Noife of Sounds that never cease:
Confus'd, and chiding, like the hollow Roar
Of Tides, receding from th' infulted Shore ;
Or like the broken Thunder heard from far,
When Jove to distance drives the rolling War.
The Courts are fill'd with a tumultuous Din
Of Crowds, or iffuing forth, or entring in:
A Thorough-fare of News; where fome devife
Things never heard, fome mingle Truth with Lies:
The troubled Air with empty Sounds they beat ;
Intent to hear, and eager to repeat.

Error fits brooding there; with added Train
Of vain Credulity; and Foys as vain :
Sufpicion, with Sedition joyn'd, are near;

(Fear.

And Rumours rais'd, and Murmurs mix'd, and Panick

Fame fits aloft, and fees the fubject Ground,

And Seas about, and Skies above; enquiring all around.

FAMINE.

(Dryd. Ovid.

This Famine has a fharp and meagre Face:

'Tis Death in an Undrefs of Skin and Bone:

Where Age and Youth, their Land-mark ta'eu away,

Look all one common Sorrow.

Dryd. Cleom

Famine fo fierce, that what's deny'd Man's Ufe,
Ev'n deadly Plants, and Herbs of poys'nous Juice,
Wild Hunger eats; and to prolong our Breath,
We greedily devour our certain Death.

The Soldier, in th' Affault of Famine falls,
And Ghofts, not Men, are watching on the Walls.

(Dryd. Ind. Emp. He daily dies, by Hours and Moments.

All vital Nourishment, but Air, is wanting;
Three rifing Days and two defcending Nights
Have chang'd the Face of Heav'n and Earth by Turns,
But brought no kind Viciflitude to him:

His State is still the fame, with Hunger pinch'd,
Waiting the flow Approaches of his Death,
Which halting onwards, as his Life goes back,
Still gains upon his Ground.

FANCY.

Dryd. Cleam.

Emongst them all fate he which wonned there, That hight Phantaftes by his Nature trew;

A Man in yeares, yet fresh as mote appeare, Of fwarth Complexion, and of crabbed hue, That him full of Melancholy did fhew;

Bent hollow beetle browes, fharp ftairing Eyes,
That mad or foolith feem'd: one by his view
More deeme him born with ill-difpofed fkyes,
When oblique Saturne fate in the Houfe of agonies.

The first was Fancy, like a lovely Roy,
Of rare afpect, and beauty without peare;
Matchable eyther to that impe of Troy,
Whome fove did love, and chofe his cup to beare,
Of that fame dainty lad, which was fo deare
To great Alcides, that when as he did hide,
He wailed Woman-like, with many a teare,
And every wood and every valley wide,

He fill'd with Hylas name, the Nymphes eke Hylas

(cride.

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