Why Atticus polite, Brutus fevere:

Why Me

-n muddy, M-gue why clear.
Hence 'tis we wait the wondrous Cause to find,
How Body acts upon impaffive Mind.

How Fumes of wine the thinking Part can fire,
Paft Hopes revive, and present Joys inspire.
Why our Complexions oft our Souls declare,
And how the Paffions in the Features are.
How Touch and Harmony arife between
Corporeal Subftances, and Things unfeen.
With mighty Truths myfterious to defcry,
Which in the Womb of diftant Caufes lie.

Garth.

He fung The various Labours of the wand'ring Moon, And whence proceed th' Eclipfes of the Sun. Th' Original of Men and Beafts; and whence The Rains arife, and Fires their Warmth difpenfe, And Fixt and Erring Stars difpofe their Influence. What shakes the folid Earth: what Caufe delays The fummer Nights, and shortens Winter Days. (Dryd. Virg.

His noble Verfe thro' Nature's Secrets leads: He fung how Earth blots the Moon's gilded Wane, While foolish Men beat founding Brass in vain. Why the great Waters her flight Horns obey; Her changing Horns not conftanter than they. He fung how griefly Comets hang in Air; Why Sword and Plagues attend their fatal Hair : Why Contraries feed Thunder in the Cloud, What Motions vex it 'till it roar fo loud; How lambent Fires become fo wond'rous tame, And bear fuch fhining Winter in their Flame. What radiant Pencil draws the watry Bow ; What ties up Hail, and picks the fleecy Snow. What Palfie of the Earth here fhakes fix'd Hills From off her Brows, and here whole Rivers fpills. Cowl. With Wonder he furveys the upper Air, And the gay gilded Meteors fporting there:

And

And lambent Jellies, kindling in the Night.
Shoot thro' the Ether in a Trail of Light:
How rifing Streams in th' azure Fluid blend,
Or fleet in Clouds, or in foft Show'rs defcend;
Or, if the stubborn Rage of Cold prevail,
In Flakes they fly, or fall in moulded Hail.
How Honey-Dews imbalm the fragrant Morn,
And the fair Oak with lufcious Sweets adorn.
How Heat and Moisture mingle in a Mass,
Or belch in Thunder, or in Lightning blaze,
Why nimble Corufcations ftrike the Eye,
Or bold Tornado's blufter in the Sky.
Why a prolifick Aura upward tends,
Ferments, and in a living Show'r defcends.
How Vapours, hanging on the tow'ring Hills,
In Breezes figh, or weep in warbling Rills.
Whence infant Winds their tender Pinions try,
And River-Gods their thirsty Urns fupply.

Garth.
How in the Moon fuch Change of Shapes is found,
The Moon, the changing World's eternal Bound:
What shakes the folid Earth, what ftrong Disease
Dares trouble the fair Centre's ancient Eafe :
What makes the Sea retreat, and what advance;
Varieties too regular for Chance!

What drives the Chariot on of Winter's Light,
And stops the lazy Waggon of the Night. Cowl. Virg.

PHOENIX.

Thus all receive their Birth from other Things,
But from himself the Phoenix only springs:
Self-born, begotten by the Parent-Flame,
In which he burn'd, another and the fame :
Who not by Corn or Herbs his Life fuftains,
But the fweet Effence of Ammomum drains:
And watches the rich Gums Arabia bears,
While yet in tender Dew they drop their Tears.
He, (his five Centuries of Life fulfill'd)
His Neft on oaken Boughs begins to build,

Or trembling Tops of Palm; and firft he draws
The Plan with his broad Bill and crooked Claws,
Nature's Artificers; on this the Pile

Is form'd, and rifes round: then with the Spoil
Of Caflia, Cinnamon, and Stems of Nard,

For Softness ftrew'd beneath, his Funeral-Bed is rear’d.
Funeral and bridal both; and all around

The Borders with corruptlefs Myrrh are crown'd..
On this incumbent, 'till ethereal Flame
Firft catches, then confumes the costly Frame;
Confumes him too, as on the Pile he lies:
He liv'd on Odours, and in Odours dies.
An Infant Phoenix from the former fprings,
His Father's Heir, and from his tender Wings
Shakes off his Parent Duft, his Method he perfues,
And the fame Leafe of Life on the fame Terms renews.
When grown to Manhood he begins to reign,
And with ftiff Pinions can his Flight sustain,
He lightens of its Load the Tree that bore
His Father's royal Sepulchre before,

And his own Cradle: This, with pious Care
Plac'd on his Back, he cuts the buxom Air,
Seeks the Sun's City, and his facred Church,
And decently lays down his Burthen in the Porch.

Phyfick can but mend our crafy State.

Patch an old Building,not a new create. Dryd. Pal & Ars,
The firft Phyficians by Debauch were made :
Excefs began, and Sloth fustains the Trade.

By Chace our long-liv'd Fathers earn'd their Food
Toil ftrung the Nerves, and purify'd the Blood:
But we, their Sons, a pamper'd Race of Men,
Are dwindled down to three fcore Years and ten:
Better to hunt in Fields for Health unbought,
Than fee the Doctor for a pois'nous Draught.
The Wife, for Cure, on Exercife depend:
God never made his Work for Man to mend,

Dryd.
He

He fcapes the beft, who Nature to repair,

Draws Phyfick from the Fields in Draughts of vital (Air. Dryd.

PILOT.

As Pilot well expert in perilous wave,
That to a stedfaßt ftarre his courfe hath bent,
When foggy Mifts, and cloudie Tempefts have
The faithful light of that faire lampe yblent,
And cover'd Heaven with hedions dreriment,
Upon his card and compass firmes his eye,
The Mafters of his long experiment,

And to them does his fteady helme apply,
Bidding his winged Veffel fairely forward fy. Spen.

PITY.

As fofteft Metals are not flow to melt,

So Pity fooneft runs in gentle Minds. Dryd. Pal. Are. Pity on fresh Objects only stays,

But with the tedious Sight of Woes. decays.

PLAGUE.

(Dryd. Ind. Emp.

A Night of fultry Clouds involv❜d around
The Tow'rs, the Fields, and the devoted Ground.
And now a thousand Lives together fled,
Death with his Scythe cut off the fatal Thread,
And a whole Province in his Triumph led.

Pope

The rifing Vapours choak the wholesom Air, And blafts of noifom Winds corrupt the Year. The Trees devouring Caterpillars burn, Parch'd was the Grafs, and blighted was the Corn, Nor fcape the Beasts, for Sirius from on high, With peftilential Heats infefts the Sky.

The raw Damps

Dryd, Virg.

With flaggy Wings fly heavily about,
Scatt'ring their peftilential Colds and Rheums,
Thro' all the lazy Air: Hence Murrains follow
On bleating Flocks, and on the lowing Herds.
At laft the Malady

Grew

Grew more Domestick, and the faithful Dog
Dy'd at his Mafter's Feet: and next his Master.
For all thofe Plagues,which Earth and Air had brooded,
First on inferiour Creatures try'd their Force :
And laft they fiez'd on Man.

And then a thousand Deaths at once advanc'd,
And ev'ry Dart took Place: All was fo fudden,
That scarce a first Man fell: One but began
To wonder, and straight fell a Wonder too.
A third, who ftoop'd to raife his dying Friend,
Dropt in the pious Act. Heard you that Groan?
A Troop of Ghosts took Flight together there;
Now Death's grown riotous, and will play no more
For fingle Stakes, but Families and Tribes:
With dead and dying Men our Streets lye cover'd,
And Earth exposes Bodies on the Pavements
More than fhe hides in Graves:

Between the Bride and Bridegroom have I feen
The nuptial Torch do common Offices

Of Marriage and of Death.

Caft round your Eyes, Where late the Streets were fo thick-fown with Men, Like Cadmus Brood, they juftled for their Paffage ; Now look for those erected Heads, and fee 'em, Like Pebbles, paving all our publick Ways. Dryd.Oedip.

The PLANETS CONJUNCTION. Saturn tremendous with his Scythe from far, Jove ftain'd with Blood, and Mars denouncing War; Should they, alas! in one fad Juncture thine, Their Rage augmented in fierce Leo's Sign; How many Nations would to Sorrow turn, And fee their Country wafte, their Cities burn! How would triumphant Difcord on the Plain, Free as the Wind the Steeds of War unrein, (ftain. And with Varieties of Death her purple Garments Then ancient Thrones and Empires would decay, And own a new, ufurping Tyrant's Sway.

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