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From Noife, and empty Flash, and aukward Shame.
The Soul thus pois'd, keeps a Proportion'd mean,
Betwixt the Bathful, and the Bold-obfcene.
Gay and Polite, the Youth from Travel come,
And leave the Prejudice, and Rust of Home
With graceful Mien, and unaffected Air
They please the Friend, and captivate the Fair.
Peculiar Virtues ev'ry Climate blefs,

And Vices in their proper Soil encrease.
Obferve the diff'ring Nations, and perfue
The pleafing Toil; then various Scenes review,
Impartial judge, and give to each their Due

TREES.

The founding Ax is ply'd

(Rowe's Call!

Firs, Pines, and Pitch-trees, and the tow'ring Pride
Of Foreft Alders, feel the fatal Stroke,

And piercing Wedges cleave the flubborn Oak.
Huge Trunks of Trees, fell'd from the fteepy Crown
Of the bare Mountains, roul with Ruin down.Dryd.Virg.
As when a Pine is hew'd upon the Plains,
And the laft mortal Stroke alone remains ;
Lab'ring in Pangs of Death; and threat'ning alf,
This way and that the nods, confid'ring where to falf.
(Dryd. Ovid.

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Thus yields the Cedar to the Ax's Edge, Whofe Arms gave Shelter to the princely Eagle & Under whofe Shade the ramping Lion flept, Whofe Top-branch over-lookid Jove's Spreading Tree,"

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And kept low Shrubs from Winter's pow'rful Wind.
(Shak. 1 Part Hen, 6.

The Indian Fig-tree too there fpreads her Arms,
Branching fo broad, and long, that in the Ground
The bended Twigs take Root, and Daughters grow
About the Mother Tree: a pillar'd Shade,
High over-arch'd, and ecchoing Walks between :
There oft the Indian Herdsman hunning Heat
Shelters in Cool, and tends his past'ring Herd;
At Loopholes cut thro' thickest Shades.

On a TREE cut in Paper.

Fair Hand, that can on Virgin Paper write,
Yet from the Stain of Ink preferve it white;
Whofe Travel o'er that filver Field does fhow
Like Tracks of Leverets in Morning Snow.
Love's Image thus in purest Minds is wrought,
Without a Spot or Blemish to the Thought.
Strange that your Fingers should the Pencil fail,
Without the Help of Colours, or of Oil:

For tho a Painter Boughs and Leaves can make,
'Tis you alone can make them bend and shake.
Whofe Breath falutes your new created Grove,
Like Southern Winds, and makes it gently move.
Orpheus could make the Forest dance, but you
Can make the Motion and the Foreft too.

TROPHY.

Milt

Wal.

He bare'd, an ancient Oak of all its Boughs.
Then on a rifing Ground the Trunk he placid,
Which with the Spoils of his dead Foe he grac'd &
The Coat of Arms by proud Mezentius worn,
Now on a naked Stag in Triumph borne,
Was hung on high, and glitter'd from afar,
A Trophy facred to the God of War.
Above his Arms, fix'd on the leafless Wood,
Appear'd his plumy Greff befear'd with Blood,

His brazen Buckler on the Left was feen,
Truncheons of fhiver'd Lances hung between ;
And on the Right was plac'd his Corflet bor❜d;
And to the Neck was ry'd his unavailing Sword.
(Dryd. Virg.

TRUMPET.

The Sprightly Trumpets from afar,

Had giv'n the Signal of approaching War;

Had rowz'd the neighing Steeds to fcow'r the Fields,
While the fierce Riders clatter'd on their Shields.
The Trumpets terribly from far,

With ratling Clangor rowze the sleepy War :
The Soldiers Shouts fucceed the brazen Sounds,
And Heav'n from Pole to Pole the Noife rebounds.
The Clangor of the Trumpets pierce the Sky.

(Dryd. Virg. By the loud Trumpet that our' Courage aids, We learn that Sound as well as Senfe perfwades. Wall.

The Warriour Trumpet in the Field to found;
With breathing Brafs to kindle fierce Alarms,
And rowze to dare their Fate in honourable Arms.
(Dryd, Virg.

TULIP.

The Morn awakes the Tulip from her Bed; F'er Noon in painted Pride, the decks her Head: Rob'd in rich Dye, the triumphs on the Green, And ev'ry Flow'r does Homage to their Queen.

TWIN S.

Not fo the Twins, for they by Force innate,
Soft Sweetness, and harmonions Forms create,
Themfelves all Harmony, a Friendly Pair,
Who both their Mother's Charms, and Sifters share,
'Gentle as Leda, and as 'Helen fair.

Gar.

Thefe

Thefe Jove preferr'd amidst the starry Place,
And bid them fill appear in kind Embrace,
Fraternal Smiles, and lovely Looks affunie,
To blefs the growing Product of the Womb.
Hence they not only outward Charms fupply,
Smiles in the Cheek, and Luftre in the Eye,
Or in the Skin a fhining White display,
And smooth the Surface with an even Ray;
But to the Soul their facred Influence dart,
Manners refined, and pleafing Wit impart,

And to the Force of Nature add the Charms of Art.
Perfwafive Speech, and melting Tongues afford,
While Eloquence informs, and breathes in ev'ry Word.
For Mercury himself their Afpect guides,

And with fuperiour Energy prefides;

From hence are all the Graces of the Mind

To the juft Beauties of the Body join'd. Sewell's Call.

As when two Tygers pinch'd with hungers rage, Have by good fortune found fome beafts fresh fpoyle, On which they ween their famin to affwage, And gaine a feaitful guerdon of their toyle, Both falling out, do stir up ftrife-full broyle, And cruell battell twixt themselves do make, Whiles neither lets the other touch the foyle, But either deignes with other to partake.

As when a Tyger and a Lyonefs
Are met a fpoyling of fome hungry prey,

Both challenge it with equal greediness:
But first the Tiger clawes thereon did lay;
And therefore loth to loos her right away,
Doth in defence thereof full ftoutly ftond;
To which the Lyon strongly doth gainfay,

Spen.

That the to hunt the Beast first took in hond;
And therefore ought it have, where ever the it found.

(Spen.

Thus as a Tyger, who by Chance has spy'd
In fome Purlieu two gentle Fawns at play,
Strait couches clofe, then rifing, changes oft
His couchant Watch, as one who chofe his Ground,
Whence rushing, he might fureft feize them both,
Grip'd in each Paw.

TYRAN T.

Our Emperor is a Tyrant, fear'd and hated
I fcarce remember in his Reign one Day
Pafs guiltless o'er his execrable Head :
He thinks the Sun is loft, that fees not Blood;
When none is fhed, we count it Holiday.
We, who are most in Favour, cannot call
This Hour our own.

VENEREAL

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Milt.

Dryd, Don, Seb.

PLAGUES.

Befide, beneath thefe Stars that Plague arofe,
Which fiercely in the Seats of Pleasure glows;
That the fweet Purpose of our Kind deftroys,
And, or forbids, or poy fons all our Joys.
For fo the Tales of late Tradition run,
That when the fatal Malady begun

To fpread, and fhew the lurking Caufe within
By putrid Stains, and a difcolour'd Skin,
Then Mars fhone adverfe, and in Cancer fet,
With livid Saturn inauspicious met,

Their Influence joyn'd, more Peftilential grew,
And with their Rays th' envenom'd Vapour flew.
(Sewell's Call

VENUS.

Right in the midst the Goddeffe felf did ftand, Upon an Altar of fome costly Maffe,

Whoes fubftance was uneath to understand; For neither precious ftone, nor durfull braffe, Nor fhining Gold, nor mouldring clay it was; But yet more rare and precious to esteeme, Pure in afpect, and like to cryftall glafs ;"

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