FAITH. Of which the Eldeft, that Fidelia high, She was arraid all in Lilly white, But the no whit did change her conftant Mood: 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, 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. G 2 The 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, 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, She fills the peaceful Univerfe with Cries, (hung. By Day, from lofty Tow'rs her Head the fhews, Talk is her Bus'nefs, and her chief Delight Norm. How much the Thirst of Honour fires the Blood, 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 Whence all things, tho' remote, are view'd around, } The fpreading Sounds, and multiply the News : Error fits brooding there; with added Train (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, The Soldier, in th' Affault of Famine falls, (Dryd. Ind. Emp. He daily dies, by Hours and Moments. All vital Nourishment, but Air, is wanting; His State is still the fame, with Hunger pinch'd, 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, The first was Fancy, like a lovely Roy, He fill'd with Hylas name, the Nymphes eke Hylas (cride. |