Does fwim, and bathes himself in courtly blifs,
Does waft his daies in darke obfcurity,

And in oblivion ever buried is:

Where ease abounds, it's each to doe amifs;

But who his limbs with labours, and his mind Behaves with cares, cannot fo easie miss,

Abroad in Armes, at home in studious kind, Who feekes with painefull toile, thall Honour fooneft (find. In woods, in waves, in warres fhe wonts to dwell, And will be found with perill and with paine ;. Ne can the man that moulds in idle cell, Unto her happy mansion attaine : Before her gate high God did sweat ordaine,

And wakeful watches ever to abide :

But eafie is the way, and paffage plaine

To pleafures palace; it may foon be spide

And day and night her dores to all stand wide.

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'Tis Pride's Original, but Nature's Grave,
Scorn'd by the bafe, 'tis courted by the Brave;
The Heroes Tyrant, and the Cowards Slave.
Born in the noify Camp, it lives on Air,
And both exifts by Hope, and by Despair;
Angry whene'er a Moment's Eafe we gain;
And reconcil'd at our Returns of Pain.

It lives when in Death's Arms the Hero lies,
But if his Safety he confults, it dies.

Bigotted to this Idol we difclaim

(Spen.

Reft, Health, and Ease, for nothing but a Name.. Gar
Not all the Threats or Favours of a Crown,

A Prince's Whifper, or a Tyrant's Frown,
Can awe the Spirit, or allure the Mind
Of him, who to strict Honour is inclin❜d.
Tho' all the Pomp and Pleafure that does wait
On publick Places, and Affairs of State,
Should fondly court him to be bafe and great;

179 With even Paffions, and with fettled Face, He would remove the Harlot's falfe Embrace. Tho' all the Storms and Tempests fhould arise, That Church-Magicians in their Cells devife, And from their fettled Bafis Nations tear, He would unmov'd the mighty Ruin bear: Secure in Innocence, contemn them all, And, decently array'd in Honour, fall. Honour, that Spark of the celeftial Fire, That above Nature makes Mankind afpire, Ennobles the rude Paffions of our Frame, With Thirst of Glory, and Defire of Fame ; The richest Treafure of a gen'rous Breast, That gives the Stamp and Stander'd to the reft. Wit,Strength,and Courage are wild dang'rous Force, Unless this foften and direct their Course. Of Honour, Men at first, like Women nice, Raife Maiden Scruples, at unpractis'd Vice, Their modeft Nature curbs the ftruggling Flame, And ftifles what they wish to act, with Shame : But once this Fence thrown down,when they perceive That they may tafte forbidden Fruit, and live: They ftop not here their Courfe, but fafely in, Grow strong, luxuriant, and bold in Sin: True to no Principles, prefs forward ftill, And only bound by Appetite their Will; Now fawn and Aatter while this Tide prevails, But shift, with ev'ry veering Blaft, their Sails. On higher Springs true Men of Honour move, Free is their Service, and unbought their Love. When Danger calls, and Honour leads the Way, With Joy they follow, and with Pride obey.

HOPE.

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With him went Hope in rank, a handsome mayd,
Of chearful look, and lovely to behold;
In filken famile fhe was light arraid,

And her faire locks were woven up in gold:
She always fmil'd, and in her hand did hold

An holy water sprinkle dipt in deawe,

In which the fprinkled favours manyfold,

And whome the lift, and did great liking fhewe;
Great likeing unto many, but true love to fewe.

Her younger Sifter, that Speranza hight,
Was clad in blew, that her befeemed well,
Not all fo chearful feemed the of fight,
As was her fifter; whether dread did dwell;
Or anguish in her heart, is hard to tell:
Upon her arme a filver anchor lay,
Whereon fhe leaned ever, as befell:

And ever up to Heaven, as fhe did pray,

Her stedfaft eyes were bent, ne fwarved other way.

Hope of all Ills that Men endure

The only cheap and univerfal Cure!

(Spen.

Thou Captive's Freedom, and thou fick Man's Health!
Thou Lofer's Victory, and thou Beggar's Wealth!
Thou Manna which from Heav'n we eat ;
To ev'ry Taste a feveral Meat!

Thou ftrong Retreat! thou fure-entail'd Eftate,
Which nought has Pow'r to alienate!

Thou pleafant honeft Flatterer; for none
Flatter unhappy Men but thou alone!

Hope, thou first Fruits of Happiness,
Thou gentle Dawning of a bright Succefs,

Who out of Fortune's Reach doft ftand.
And art a Bleffing ftill in Hand.
Happiness it felf's all one

In thee, or in Poffeffion :

Only the future's thine; the prefent, his ;
Thine's the more hard, and noble Blifs.

Beft Apprehender of our Joys, which haft
So long a Reach, and yet canft hold so fast!
Hope, thou fad Lovers only Friend!
Thou Way that may'st dispute it with the End !
Men leave Thee by obtaining, and strait Alee
Some other Way again to thee,

Hope

Hope, whofe weak Being ruin'd is

Alike, if it fucceed, and if it mifs!

Whom Good or Ill does equally confound,
And both the Hords of Fate's Dilemma wound!
Vain Shadow, which doft vanish quite,
Both at full Noon, and perfect Night!
Hope, thou bold Tafter of Delight!

Who, while thou should't but tafte, devourfft it quite!
Thou bring'ft us an Estate; yet leav'ft us poor,
By clogging it with Legacies before.

The Joys, which we intire fhould wed,

Come deflour'd Virgins to our Bed :

Hope, Fortune's cheating Lottery! Where for one Prize, a hundred Blanks there be Fond Archer Hope! who tak'ft thy Aim fo far, That ftill, or fhort, or wide, thy Arrows are.

Thin empty Cloud! which th' Eye deceives
With Shapes, that our own Fancy gives :
A Cloud, which gilt and painted now appears,
But must drop prefently in Tears.

Brother of Fear! more gaily clad!
The merrier Fool o' th' two, but quite as mad?
Sire of Repentance! Child of fond Defire!
Thou blow'ft the Chymicks and the Lovers Fire!
Leading them ftill infenfibly along,

By the ftrange Witchcraft of Anon!
By thee, the one does changing Nature thro'
Her endless Labyrinths perfue:

And th' other chaces Woman, while fhe goes

More Ways and Turns than hunted Nature knows. Cowl.
Hope with a goodly Profpect feeds the Eye,
Shews, from a rifing Ground, Possession nigh:
Shortens the Distance, or o'erlooks it quite :

So eafy 'tis to travel with the Sight. Dryd. Auren.

HORSE.

Doft thou with Thunder arm the generous Horse, Add nervous Limbs, or Swiftnefs for the Course?

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Fleet

Fleet as the Wind he shoots along the Plain,
And knows no Check, nor hears the curbing Rein.
His fiery Eye-balls, formidable bright,

Dart a fierce Glory, and a dreadful Light.

Pleas'd with the Clank of Arms and Trumpets found,
He bounds, and, prancing, paws the trembling Ground
He fnuffs the promis'd Battel from afar, (War.
Neighs at the Captains Shouts, and Thunderer of the
Rous'd with the noble Din, and martial Sight,
He pants with Tumults of fevere Delight;
His fprightly Blood an even Course difdains,
Pours from his Heart, and charges in his Veins.
He braves the Spear, and mocks the twanging Bow,
Demands the Fight, and rushes on the Foe.

Gay:
Upright he walks, on Pafterns firm and ftrait,
His Motions eafy, prancing in his Gate;

The firft to lead the Way, to tempt the Flood, (Wood. To pass the Bridge unknown, nor fear the trembling Dauntless at empty Noifes, lofty neck'd,

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Sharp-headed; barrel-belly'd; broadly back'd:
Brawny his Cheft, and deep; his Colour grey,
For Pesuty dappled, or the brightest bay:
Faint white and dun will fcarce the Rearing pay.
The fiery Courfer, when he hears from far
The fprightly Trumpets, and the Shout of War,
Pricks up his Ears, and trembling with Delight,
Shifts Place, and paws, and hopes the promis'd Fight:
On his right Shoulder his thick Mane reclin'd
Ruffles at fpeed, and dances in the Wind,
His horny Hoofs are jetty black and round:
His Chine is double: ftarting with a Bound,
He turns the Turf, and shakes the folid Ground:
Fire from his Eyes, Clouds from his Noftrils flow;
He bears his Rider headlong on the Foe.

Freed from his Keepers thus, with broken Reins,
The wanton Courfer prances o'er the Plains;
Or in the Pride of Youth o'er-leaps the Mounds,
And fauffs the Females in forbidden Grounds: