The which his naked Sides he wrapt abouts
And him befide there lay upon the grafs
A drearie corfe, whoes life away did pass,
All wallow'd in his own yet luke-warme bloud,
That from his Wound yet welled fresh alas;
In which a rufty knife fast fixed stood,
And made an open Paffage for the gushing flood.
(Spen.
He rav'd with all the Madness of Despair,
He roar'd, he beat his Breaft, he tore his Hair ;
Dry Sorrow in his ftupid Eyes appears,
For, wanting Nourishment, he wanted Tears.
His Eye-balls in their hollow Sockets fink,
Bereft of Sleep, he loaths his Meat and Drink;
He withers at the Heart, and looks as wan
As the pale Spectre of a murder'd Man.
That Pale turns Yellow, and his Face receives
The faded Hue of faplefs boxen Leaves.
In folitary Groves he makes his Moan,
Walks early out, and ever is alone:
Nor mix'd in Mirth, in youthful Pleasures shares ;
But fighs, when Songs and Inftruments he hears.
His Spirits are fo low, his Voice is drown'd,
He hears as from afar, or in a Swound :
Like the deaf Murmurs of a diftant Sound.
Uncomb'd his Locks, and fqualid his Attire;
Unlike the Trim of Love, or gay Defire.
But full of mufeful Mopings, which prefage
The Lofs of Reason, and conclude in Rage.
I'm now turn'd wild, a Commoner of Nature,
Of all forfaken, and forfaking all :
Live in a fhady Foreft's Sylvan Scene;
Stretch'd at my Length beneath fome blafted Oak,
I lean my Head upon the moffy Bark,
And look juft of a Piece, as I grew from it.
My uncomb'd Locks, matted like Miletoe,
Hang o'er my hoary Face: The Herd come jumping by And fearless quench their Thirft while I look on, (me, And take me for their Fellow-Citizen.
(Dryd. All for Love. But furious Dido, with dark Thoughts involv'd, Shook at the mighty Mifchief fhe refoly'd: With livid Spots diftinguish'd was her Face;
Red were her rouling Eyes, and difcompos'd her Pace: Ghaftly fhe gaz'd, with Pain fhe drew her Breath, And Nature shiver'd at approaching Death. Dryd. Virg.
DETRACTION.
The other nothing better was than the;
Agreeing in bad will and cancred kind,
But in bad manner they did difagree:
For, what-so Envie good or bad did find,
She did conceale and murder her own Mind;
But this, what-ever evil fhe conceaved,
Did fpread abroad, and throw in th' open Wind.
Yet this in all her words might be perceived,
That all she sought was Mens good names to have. (bereaved.
For whatfoever good by any faid,
Or done, she heard, fhe would ftrait-waies invent
How to deprave, or flanderously upbraid,
Or to mifconftrue of a Man's intent,
And turne to ill the thing that well was ment.
Therefore the ufed often to refort
To common haunts, and companys frequent,
To hark what any one did good report,
To bot the fame with blame,or wrest in wicked fort
And if that ill fhe heard of any,
She would it eke, and make it worse by telling,
And take great Joy to publish it to many,
That every matter worse was for her melling:
Her Name was hight Detraction, and her dwelling
Was near to Envy, even her Neighbour next;
A wicked Hagg, and Envy's felf excelling
In Mifchiefe: for, her felf fhe only vext:
But this fame, both her felf and others eke perplext.
Her Face was ugly, and her Mouth diftort, Foming with Poyfon round about her gills,
In which her curfed Tongue (full fharp and fhort) Apear'd like Afpis Sting, that closely kills,
Or cruelly does wound whom-fo fhe wills:
A Distaffe in her other hand the had,
the which the little fpinnes, but fpils, And faines to weave falfe Tales and Leafings bad, To throw among the Good,which others had disprad. (Spen.
Devotion is the Love we pay to Heav'n. Dryd. Ind.
(Emp.
Devotion! that oft binds th' Almighty's Arms,
And with her Pray'rs and Tears,her pow'rful Charms,
of all its Thunder his Right Hand difarms.
She paffes quick Heav'n's lofty crystal Walls,
And the high Gates fly open when the calls:
Her Pow'r can fentenc'd Criminals reprieve,
Judgment arreft, and bid the Rebel live.
Her Voice did once the Sun's fwift Chariot stay;
And on the Verge of Heav'n, held back the falling Day.
She makes contentious Winds forget their Strife,
And calls back to the Dead departed Life.
Charm'd by her Voice, Rivers have stopt their Course,
And the chill'd Fire laid down its burning Force. Blac.
Such on Eurota's Banks, or Cynthus Height,
Diana feems, and fo fhe charms the Sight,
When in the Dance the graceful Goddess leads
The Quire of Nymphs, and overtops their Heads.
Known by her Quiver and her lofty Mien,
She walks majeftick, and she looks their Queen : ✓
Latona fees her shine above the reft,
And feeds with fecret Joy her filent Breaft. Dryd.Virg.
The graceful Goddess was array'd in Green;
About her Feet were little Beagles feen ;
That watch'd, with upward Eyes, the Motions of
(their Queen.
Her Legs were buskin'd, and the Left before,
In act to shoot: a filver Bow she bore,
And at her Back, a painted Quiver wore.
She trod a wexing Moon, that foon would wane,
And drinking borrow'd Light, be fill'd again.
With down-caft Eyes, as feeming to furvey
The dark Dominions, her alternate Sway.
(Dryd. Pal. & Arc,
O Goddess, Haunter of the Woodland Green,
To whom both Heav'n, and Earth, and Seas are feen ;
Queen of the nether Skies, where half the Year
Thy filver Beams defcend, and light the gloomy Sphere;
Goddess of Maids, and confcious of our Hearts:
Thy Vot'refs from my tender Years I am,
And love, like thee, the Woods and Sylvan Game.
Thou, Goddefs, by thy triple Shape art feen
In Heav'n, Earth, Hell, and ev'ry where a Queen. (Dryd. Pal. & Ars.
Fireband of Hell, firft tin'd in Phlegeton,
By thousand Furies, and from thence out-thrown
Into this World, to work Confufion,
And fett it all on Fire, (by Force unknown)
Is wicked Difcord, whoes finall sparks once blowne,
None but a God, or god-like Man can flake;
Such as was Orpheus, that when ftrife was grown
Amongst thofe famous Impes of Greece, did take
His filver Harp in Hand, and fhortly Friends them
(make Spen.
Discord ever haunts with hideous Mien,
Thofe dire Abodes where Hymen once has been.
DISCOR D's HOUSE.
Hard by the Gates of Hell her dwelling is,
There whereas all Plagues and Harmes abound,
Which punish wicked Men, that walk amifs:
It is a darkfome delve farre under ground,
With thornes and barren brakes environd round,
That none the fame way may out-win;
Yet many Wayes to enter may be found,
But one to iffue forth when one is in;
For Difcord harder is to end than to begin.
And all within the riven Walles were hung
With ragged Monuments of times fore-paft,
Of which, the fad effects of Discord fung:
There were rent Robes, and broken Scepters plac't,
Altars defil'd, and holy Things defac't,
Difhevered Speares, and Shields ytorne in twaine,
Great Cittys ranfackt, and strong Castles ras't,
Nations captived, and huge Armies flaine :
Of all which ruines there fome reliques did remaine:
There was the Signe of antique Babylon,
Of fatal Thebes, of Rome that raigned long,
Of facred Salem, and fad Ilion,
For memory of which, on high there hong
The golden Apple (caufe of all their wrong)
For which the three faire Goddeffes did ftrive:
There also was the Name of Nimrod strong,
Of Alexander. and his Princes five,
Which fhar'd to them the Spoiles which he had got
And there the reliques of the drunken fray, The which amongst the Lapithees befell,
And of the bloody Feaft, which fent away So many Centaures drunken Soules to Hell, That under great Alcides furie fell :
And of the dreadful Difcord, which did drive The noble Argonauts to out-rage fell,
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