But we ne'er think how fandy's the Foundation,
What Storms will batter, and what Tempests shake us.
[Otw. Ven. Pref.

At loweft Ebb of Fortune when you lay
Contented, then how happy was the Day:
But oh the Curfe of aiming to be great,
Dazled with Hope, we cannot fee the Cheat.
When wild Ambition in the Heart we find,
Farewel Content, and Quiet of the Mind:
For glitt'ring Clouds we leave the folid Shore,
And wonted Happiness returns no more.'
But wild Ambition loves to flide, not stand;
And Fortune's Ice prefers to Virtue's Land.

Harv. Juv

(Ab).

Dryd.

Achit.

Yet true Renown is ftill with Virtue join'd, But Luft of Pow'r lets loose th' unbridl'd Mind. Dryd..

AMPHITRITE.

Fair Amphitrite, moft divinely faire,

Whofe Iv'ry Shoulders were encovered all,
As with a Robe, with her own Silver Haire,

(Aurenz

And deckt with Pearles, which th'Indian Seas for her

prepare...

ANGEL.

[Spencer.

Befides his Head, there fate a faire young Man,
Of wond'rous Beauty, and of freshest Years,
Whofe tender Bud to blossom new began,
And flourish faire above his equall Peeres :
His funny Front, curled with golden Haires,
Like Phebus Face adorn'd with funny Rayes,
Divinely fhone, and two fharp winged Sheares,
Bedeckt with diverfe Plumes, like painted Jayes,
Were fixed at his Back, to cut his ayerie Wayes.
[Spencer.
Down thither, prone in Flight,

He fpeeds, and thro' the vast ethereal Sky,
Sails between, Worlds and Worlds, with fteady Wings;

Now

Now on the Polar Winds; then with quick Fan
Winnows the buxom Air. "

Of beaming funny Rays a gold Tiar ·

Circled his Head; nor lefs his Locks behind
Illustrious on his Shoulders, fledg'd with Wings,
Lay waving round.

Six Wings he wore to fhade

His Lineaments divine: the Pair that clad

Milt.

Each Shoulder broad, came mantling o'er his Breast
With regal Ornament; the middle Pair

Girt like a starry Zone his Wafte, and round
Skirted his Loins and Thighs with downy Gold,
And Colours dipt in Heav'n: the third his Feet
Shadow'd from either Heel with feather'd Mail,
Sky-tinctur'd Grain. Like Maia's Son he stood,
And fhook his Plumes, that heav'nly Fragrance fill'd
The Circuit wide.

ANGER.

Mad with her Anguifh, impotent to bear
The mighty Grief, fhe loaths the vital Air;
She raves against the Gods, fhe beats her Breaft,
And tears with both her Hands her purple Veft.

Anger is like

Milt.

[Dryd. Virg.

Shak. Hen. 8

A full hot Horse: allow him but his Way,

Self-Mettle tires him.

ANGUIS H.

What equal Torment to the Grief of Minde,
And pyning Anguish hid in gentle Heart,
That inly feeds it felf with Thoughts unkinde,
And nourisheth her own confuming Smart?
What Medicine can any Leache's Art

Yield fuch a Sore, that doth her Grievance hide,
And will to none her Maladie impart?

Spencer

ANT

ANT.

Thus in Battalia march embody'd Ants, Fearful of Winter, and of future Wants, T' invade the Corn; and to their Cells convey The plunder'd Forage of their yellow Prey, The fable Troops, along the narrow Tracks, Scarce bear the weighty Burthen on their Backs: Some fet their Shoulders to the pond'rous Grain, Some guard the Spoil, fome lafh the lagging Train. All ply their feveral Taiks, and equal Toil fuftain. [Dryd, Virg

APOLLO.

Like fair Apollo, when he leaves the Froft
Of wintry Xanthus, and the Lycian Coaft;
When to his native Delos he reforts,

Ordains the Dances, and renews the Sports:
Where painted Scythians, mix'd with Cretan Bands,
Before the joyful Altar join their Hands;
Himself, on Cinthus. walking, fees below
The merry Madness of the facred Show.

Green Wreaths of Bays his Length of Hair inclofe,
A golden Fillet binds his awful Brows;
His Quiver founds.

O Source of facred Light,

Dryd. Virg.

God with the Silver Bow, and Golden Hair;

Whom Chryfa, Cilla, Tenedos obeys,

And whofe broad Eye their happy Soil furveys!

[Dryd, Hom.

APOTHECARY, and his Shop

I do remember an Apothecary,

In tatter'd Weeds, with overwhelming Brows,
Culling of Simples; meager were his Looks,
Sharp Mifery had worn him to the Bones,
And in his needy Shop a Tortoife hung,
An Alligator stuff'd, and other Skins
Ofill-hap'd Fishes; and about his Shelves

A

A beggarly Account of empty Boxes,

Green earthen Pots, Bladders, and mufty Seeds,
Remnants of Packthread, and old Cakes of Rofes,
Were thinly scatter'd to make up a Show. Shak. Rom.
[Ful.

His Shop the gazing Vulgar's Eyes employs
With foreign Trinkets, and domestick Toys:
Here Mummies lay, molt reverendly ftale,
And there the Tortoife hung her Coat of Mail;
Not far from fome huge Shark's devouring Head,
The flying Fish their finny Pinions fpread;
Aloft in Rows large Poppy-heads were ftrung,
And near a scaly Alligator hung:

In this Place Drugs, in mufty Heaps, decay'd;7
In that dry'd Bladders and drawn Teeth are laid Gar.

APPLAUSE.

The fhouting Cries

Of the pleasa People rend the vaulted Skies.
The Fields around with Iö Peans ring,

And Peals of Shouts applaud the conqu'ring King.

Dryd.Virg.

Shouts from the fav'ring Multitude arife, Applauding Eccho to the Shouts replies: (Skies. Shouts, Wishes, and Applaufe, run rattling thro' the [Dryd. Virg.

The hollow Abyss

Heard far and wide, and all the Hoft of Hell
With deaf'ning Shout return them loud Acclaim. Milt.
Such Murmur fill'd

Th' Affembly, as when hollow Rocks retain

The Sound of bluft'ring Winds, which all Night long Had rowz'd the Sea, now with hoarfe Cadence lull Seafaring Men o'er-watch'd; whofe Bark, by Chance, Or Pinnace, anchorsin a craggy Bay,

After the Tempest: Such Applaufe was heard.

Milt.

A R

ARBOUR.

And over him, Art ftriveing to compaire With Nature, did an Arbour green disfpred, Framed with wanton Ivie, flowering faire, Through which the fragrant Eglantine did fpred His pricking Armes, entayl'd with Roses red, Which dainty Odours round about him threw; And all within with Flowres was garnished,

That, when mild Zephyrus emongst them blew, Did breathe out bounteous Smells, and painted Colours [Spencer.

fhew,

ARCHERS.

A flutt'ring Dove to the Maft's Top they tie:
The living Mark at which their Arrows йy:
The Rival Archers in a Line advance ;

Then all with Vigour bend their trufty Bows,
And from the Quiver each his Arrow chofe..
Hippocoon's was the first; with forceful Sway
It flew, and whizzing, cut the liquid Way.
Fix'd in the Maft, the feather'd Weapon ftands;
The fearful Pigeon flutters in her Bands:
And the Tree trembled.

Then Mnefttheus to the Head his Arrow drove,
With lifted Eyes, and took his Aim above;
But made a glancing Shot, and mifs'd the Dove:
Yet mifs'd fo narrow, that he cut the Cord,
Which faften'd by the Foot the flitting Bird.
The Captive thus releas'd, away fhe flies,

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And beats, with clapping Wings, the yielding Skies.
His Bow already bent, Euryalus stood;
His winged Shaft with eager Hafte he fped;
The fatal Meffage reach'd her as the filed:
She leaves her Life aloft, the ftrikes the Ground,
And renders back the Weapon in the Wound.
Aceftes, grudging at his Lot, remains
Without a Prize to gratify his Pains;

Yet,