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That Mens d'efiring Eyes were never weary'd,
But hung upon the Object. To faft Flutes

The filver Oars kept Time; and while they play'd,
The Hearing gave new Plea fure to the Sight,
And both to Thought: 'Twas Heav'n or fomewhat
(more!
For the fo charm'd all Hearts, that gazing Croud's
Stood panting on the Shore, and wanted Breath
To give their welcome Voice.

Her Eyes have Pow'r, beyond Theffalian Charms,
To draw the Moon from Heav'n: For Eloquence,
The Sea-green Syrens taught her Voice their Flatt'ry,
And while fhe fpeaks Night steals upon the Day,
Unmark'd of thofe that hear! Then she's fo charming,
Age buds at Sight of her, and fwells to Youth:
The holy Priests gaze on her when she smiles,
And with heav'd Hands, forgetting Gravity,
They blefs her wanton Eyes: Ev'n I, who hate her,
With a malignant Joy behold fuch Beauty,
And, while I curfe, defire it.

BEES.

Dryd. All for Lover

What various Wonders may Obfervers see

In a fmall Infect, the fagacious Bee!

Mark how the little untaught Builders square

Their Rooms, and in the Dark their Lodgings rear !!
Nature's Mechanicks they unwearied strive,
And fill, with curious Labyrinths, the Hive.
See what bright Strokes of Architecture fhine
Thro' the whole Frame, what Beauty, what Defign:!
Each odoriferous Cell, and waxen Tow'r,
The yellow Pillage of the rifled Flow'r,.
Has twice three Sides, the only Figure fit
To which the Lab'rers may their Stores commit,
Without the Lofs of Matter, or of Room,
In all the wondrous Structure of the Comb.
Next view, Spectator, with admiring Eyes,
In what just Order all th' Apartments rife !

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So regular their equal Sides cohere,

Th' adapted Angles fo each other bear,
That by Mechanic Rules refin'd and bold,
They are at once upheld, at once uphold.
Does not this Skill ev'n vie with Reafon's Reach?
Can Euclid more, can more Palladio teach ?
Each verdant Hill th' industrious Chymifts climb,
Extract the Riches of the blooming Thyme;
And provident of Winter long before,

They stock their Caves, and hoard their flow'ry Store.
In Peace they rule their State with prudent Care,
Wifely defend, or wage offenfive War.

Maro, thefe Wonders offers to his Thought,
Felt his known Ardor, and the Rapture caught;
Then rais'd his Voice, and in immortal Lays,
Did high as Heav'n the Infect Nation raise.

So fwarming Bees, that on a Summer's Day In airy Rings and wild Meanders play;

Charm'd with the brazen Sound, their Wand'rings end,
And gently circling, on a Bough defcend.

So through Sicilian Hybla's pleafing Groves,
The Bee, intent on his Sweet Labour roves:
Sav'ry and Thyme the little Drudge devours,
And gleans his Harvest from the fragrant Flow'rs;
Does the blue Violets and Roses chufe,

And fucks fresh Virtue from the Morning Dews,
To load his waxen Chambers with Nectarean Juice.

When golden Suns appear,

And under Earth have driv'n the Winter Year.
The winged Nation wanders thro" the Skies,
And o'er the Plains and fhady Forest flies
Then stooping on the Meads, and leafy Bow'rs,
They fkim the Flocds, and fip the purple Flow'rs:
Then work their waxen Lodgings in their Hives,
And labour Honey to sustain their Lives.

But

But when thou seeft a fwarming Cloud arise, That fweeps aloft, and darkens all the Skies: The Motions of their hafty Flight attend,

(bend.

And know to Floods or Woods their airy March they

Th'affembling Swarms,

Dark as a Cloud, then make a wheeling Flight,
And on a neighb'ring Tree, defcending, light:
Like a large Cluster of black Grapes they show,
And make a long Dependance from the Bough.

About the Boughs an airy Nation flew
Of humming Bees, that haunt the golden Dew;
In Summer's Heat on Tops of Lillies feed,

And creep within their Bells to fuck the balmy Seed.
The winged Army roams the Fields around;
The Rivers and the Rocks remurmur to the Sound.

Thus when the Swain, within a hollow Rock, Invades the Bees with fuffocating Smoke; They run around, or labour on their Wings, Difus'd to Flight, and shoot their fleepy Stings: To fhun the bitter Fumes in vain they try; Black Vapours, iffuing from the Vent, involve the Sky. [Dryd. Virg.

BELDA M.

Pallas obfcures her bright cœleftial Grace,
And takes an old decrepid Beldam's Face;
Her Head is fcatter'd o'er with filver Hairs,
Which feems to bend beneath a Load of Years:
Her trembling Hand emboft with livid Veins,
On trufty Staff her feeble Limbs fuftains.

BIRTH.

'Tis true, an high Defcent, an ancient Line, And th' envy'd Honours of a Race Divine, Th' ambitious Soul to generous Acts incline:

The

The purer Blood with nobler Warmth infpires,
And virtuous Sons defcend from virtuous Sires.
Rowe's Call.

BLINDNESS.

O first created Beam! and thou great Word,
Let there be Light! and Light was over All;
Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime Decree ?
Why was the Sight
To fuch a tender Ball as th' Eye confin'd,
So obvious, and fo eafy to be quench'd?
And not as Feeling thro' all Parts diffus'd?
That she might look at Will thro' ev'ry Pore?

Milt.

BLOOD-CIRCULATION. Thou, wond'rous Harvey, whofe immortal Fame, By thee inftructed, grateful Schools proclaim, Thou, Albion's Pride, didft first the winding Way, And circling Life's dark Labyrinth difplay. Attentive from the Heart, thou didst perfue The starting Flood, and kept it ftill in View, 'Till thou with Raptures faw'ft the Channels bring The purple Currents back, and form the vital Ring. Black, Creat.

BLUSH.

A crimson Blush her beauteous Face o'er-fpread, Varying her Cheeks by Turns with White and Red : The driving Colours, never at a Stay,

Run here and there, and flush, and fade away.
Delightful Change! thus Indian Iv'ry fhows,
Which with the bord'ring Paint of Purple glows:
Or Lillies damask'd by the neighb’ring Rose.

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[Dryd. Virg.

In rifing Blushes ftill fresh Beauties rofe: The funny Side of Fruit fuch Blufies fhows, And fuch the Moon, when all her filver White Turns in Eclipfes to a ruddy Light.

Add. Ovid.

BOAR.

BOAR.

And then two Boars with rankling Malice met, Their goary Sides, fresh bleeding, fiercely fret, 'Till breathlefs both, themselves afide retire, Where foaming Wrath their cruel Tufks they whet, And trample th' Earth the whiles they may refpire; Then back to fight again, new breathed and entire. [Spenf.

As a Savage Boar, on Mountains bred,
With Foreft-Maft, and fat'ning Marshes fed;
When once he fees himself in Toils inclos'd,
By Huntfmen, and their eager Hounds oppos'd;
He whets his Tusks, and turns, and dares the War :
Th' Invaders dart their Jav'lins from afar :
All keep aloof, and fafely fhout around;
But none prefume to give a nearer Wound :
He frets, and froths, erects his briftled Hide,
And flakes a Grove of Lances from his Side.Dryd, Virg.
His Eye-balls glare with Fire, fuffus'd with Blood.
His Neck shoots up a thick-fet thorny Wood.
His briftled Back a Trench impal'd appears,
And ftands erected like a Field of Spears.
Froth fills his Chaps, he fends a grunting Sound,
And part he churns, and part befoams the Ground.
For Tufks, with Indian Elephants he ftrove,
And Jove's own Thunder from his Mouth he drove.
He fuffers not the Corn its yellow Beards to rear,
But tramples down the Spikes, and intercepts the Year.
In vain the Barns expect their promis'd Load,
Nor Barns at Home, nor Ricks are heap'd Abroad.
In vain the Hinds the Threshing-Floor prepare,
And exercife their Arms in empty Air.

With Olives ever green the Ground is ftrew'd,
And Grapes ungather'd shed their gen'rous Blood.
Amid the Fold he rages, nor the Sheep

Their Shepherds, nor the Grooms their Bulls can keep.

[Dryd. Ovid.

BOW.

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