A ftrange diffembling Sex we Women are,
Well may we Men, when we our felves deceive.
Long has my fecret Soul lov'd Troilus:
I drank his Praises from my Unkle's Mouth,
As if my Ears could ne'er be fatisfy'd.

Why then, why faid I not, I love this Prince?
How cou'd my Tongue confpire, against my Heart,
To fay I lov'd him not. O childish Love!
'Tis like an Infant froward in his Play,
And what he most defires, he throws away.

(Shak. Troil. & Cre]. Our thoughtless Sex is caught by outward Form, And empty Noife, and loves it felf in Man.

(Dryd. Oedip.
Hard Fate of Lovers, fubject to our Laws!
Fools we must have, or elfe we cannot f
fway,
For none but Fools will Womankind obey :
If they prove flubborn, and refift our Will,
We exercife our Pow'r, and ufe 'em ill.
The paffive Slave, that whines, adores, and dies,
Sometimes we pity, but we ftill defpife:
But when we doat, the felf-fame Fate we prove;
Fools at the beft, but donble Fools in Love.
We rage at firfl with ill-diffembled Scorn;
Then, falling from our Height, more bafely mourn;
And Man, th' infulting Tyrant, takes his Turn;
Leaves us to weep for our neglected Charms,
And hugs another Miftrefs in his Arms:

And that which humbles our proud Sex the moft,
Of all our flighted Favours makes his Boaft.

"(Dryd. "Cleom.
Some with a Hufband-Fool, but fuch
nch are curft;
For Fools perverfe of Hufbands are the worlt:
All Women would be counted chafte and wife,
Nor fhould our Spoufes fee, but with our Eyes
For Fools williprate, and tho they want the Wit
To find clofe Faults, yet open Blots will

Tho'

Tho' better for, their Eafe to hold their Tongue;
For Womankind was never in the Wrong
So Noife en fues, and Quarrels laft for Life,
The Wife abhors the, Fool, the Fool the Wife,

1:

(Dryd. the Wife of Bath's Tale.. Women are to the Brave an eafy Prey, Still follow Fortune where he leads the Way,

(Dryd. Pal, & Arc.

For Women born to be controul'd,
Stoop to the forward and the bold;
Affect the haughty, and the proud,
The gay, the frolick, and the loud.
Who firft the gen'rous Steed oppreft,.
Not kneeling did falute the Beast,
But with high Courage, Life, and Force
Approaching, tam'd th' unruly Horse.
Unwifely we the wifer Eaft
Pity, fuppofing them opprefs'd,

With Tyrant's Force, whofe Law is Will,
By which they govern, fpoil, and kill;
Each Nymph, but moderately fair,
Commands with no lefs Rigour here.

Should fome brave Turk, that walks among
His twenty
Laffes bright and young,

And beckons to the willing Dame,
Preferr'd to quench his prefent, Flam?,
Bhold as many Gallants here

With modeft Guife, and filent Fear,
All to one Female Idol bend,

Whilft her high Pride does fearce defcend
To mark their Follies, he would fwear
That thefe her Guard of Eunuchs we.e;.
And that a more majestick Queen,.
Or humbler Slaves he had not feen.

WOM B.

For when the fwelling Mafs is firmly knit, And the ripe Virgin glows with perfect He,

Wall.

X 2

Then

Then rofy Streams from fecret Springs abound,
Which kindly bath the fruitful Womb around
By Nature's prudent Care provided well,
To feed the fleeping Infant in his Cell.

Then her foft Breafts the Lover's Heart infpire,
With tempting Heavings, and provoke Defire.
Beneath thofe Parts, where ftretching to its Bound,
The low Abdomen girds the Belly round,

The Shop of Nature lyes; a vacant Space
Of fmall Circumference divides the Place,
Pear-like the Shape; within a Membrane spreads
Her various Texture of meandrous Threads;
They draw the Veffels to a purfy State,
And, or contract their Subftance, or dilate:
Here Veins, Nerves, Art'ries in Pairs declare
How nobler Parts deferve a double Care ;
They from the Mafs the Blood and Spirits drain,
That irrigate profufe the thirsty Plain;

ร

The Bottom of the Womb 'tis call'd, the Sides are cleft
By Cells diftinguifh'd into Right and Left.
'fis thought that Females in the Left prevail,
And that the Right contains the fprightly Male.
A Paffage here in Form oblong extends,
Where faft comprefs'd the ftiffen'd Nerve afcends,
And the warm Fluid with concurring Fluids blends.
The Sages this the Womb's Neck justly name;
Within the Hollow of its inward Frame:
Joyn'd to the Parts, a small Protub'rance grows,
Whofe rifing Lips the deep Receffes clofe:
For while the Tiller all his Strength collects,
While Hope anticipates the fair Effects,
The lubricated Parts their Station leave,
And clofely to the working Engine cleave,
Each Veffel ftretches, and diftending wide,
The greedy Womb attracts the glowing Tide,
And, either Sex commix'd, the Streams united glide.
But now the Womb relax'd with pleasing Pain,
Gently fubfides into it felf again;

The

The Seed moves with it, and thus clos'd within
The tender Drop of Entity begin.
Sewell's Callip.

WORDS.

Words with, the Leaves of Trees Refemblance hold, In this Refpect; where ev'ry Year the old Fall off, and new ones in their Places grow : Death is the Fate of all Things here below. If Man and Nature's Works submit to Fate, Much lefs muft Words expect a lafting Date :Many, which we approve for current now, In the next Age out of Request will grow : And others, which are now thrown out of Doors, Shall be reviv'd, and come again in Force,

If Custom- pleafe, from whom their Force they draw, Which of our Speech is the fole Judge and Law.

Words are but Pictures of our, Thoughts.
His Words, replete with Guile,

Into her Heart too easy Entrance won.

(Oldh. Her. Dryda

Milt.

The World's a Wood, in which all lofe their Way, Tho' by a different Path each goes aftray,

Roch.

The World's a Labyrinth, where unguided Men Walk up and down to find their Weariness: No fooner have we meafur'd with much Toil One crooked Path, in hope to gain our Freedom, But it betrays us to a new Affliction. Beaumont's Night(waiker.

WOUNDS.

His Face and Limbs were one continu'd Wound; Difhoneft, with lopt Arms the Youth appears, Spoil'd of his Nofe, and fhorten'd of his Ears.

The yawning Wound,

Gufh'd out a purple Stream, and ftain'd the Ground. The gaping. Wound gufh'd out a crimson Flood.

(Dryd, Virg He

He bare'd his Breaft, and fhew'd his Scars, As of a furrow'd Field, well plough'd with Wars.

(Dryd. Ovid.

Like dumb Mouths, his Wounds

Open'd their ruby-Lips.

There Duncan lay ;

Shak. Ful. Caf.

His filver Skin lac'd with his golden Blood,

And his gafh'd Stabs look'd like a Breach in Nature For Ruin's wafteful Entrance.

Shak, Mack. Old as I am, and quench'd with Scars and Sorrows, Yet could I make this wither'd Arm do Wonders; And open in an Enemy fuch Wounds,

Mercy would weep to look on.

They made bare their Breasts,

Roch. Valent.

Lac'd with long Scars, and ftudded o'er with Thrusts,

The noble Wardrobe of the fcarlet War.

Lee Methr.

Clofe by each other laid, they prefs'd the Ground, Their manly Bofoms pierc'd with many a griefly Wound, Nor well alive, nor wholly dead they were, But fome faint Signs of feeble Life appear:

The wand'ring Breath was on the Wing to part,` Weak was the Pulse, and hardly heav'd the Heart. (Dryd. Pal. & Arc.

WRATH.

After that varlet's fight, it was not long
Ere on the plaine faft pricking Guion fpide
One in bright armes embattailed full strong,
That as the funny beames doe glance and glide
Upon the trembling wave, fo fhined bright,
And round about him threw forth fparkling fire,
That feemed him to enflame on every fide:
His fteed was bloody red, and fomed ire,

When with the maiftring fpur he did him roughly

Aproaching nigh, he never staid to greet,
Ne chaffer words, proud courage to provoke,
But prickt so fierce, that underneath his feet
The mouldring duft did round about him smoke,
Both Horfe and Man nigh ablé for to choke ;

(tire.

And