Nor bladed Grass nor bearded Corn succeed,
But Scales of Scurf, and Putrefa&tion breed. Dryd. Hind & Pansk.

Like Lightnings fatal Flash,
Which by destructive Thunder is pursu'd,
Blafting chose Fields on which it shin'd before. Roch. Valent.

As when a pointed Flame of Lightning flies,
With mighty Noise exploded from the Skies;
The ruddy Terrour with resistless Strokes
Invades the Mountain-Pines, and Forest Oaks;
Wide Lanes a-cross the Woods, and ghaftly Tracks,
Where'er it goes, the swift Destru&ion makes.

Blac. LION. See Creacion, Enjoyment, Frown, Joy, Paradise,

Retreat, Revenge, Twilight. Thus as a hungry Lion, who beholds A gamesom Goat, that frisks about the Folds; Or beamy Stag, that grazes on the Plain; He runs, he roars, he shakes his rising Mane, He grins, he opens wide his greedy Jaws; The Prey lies panting underneath his Paws : He fills his familh'd Maw, his Mouth runs o'er With unchew'd Morsels, while he churns the Gore. Dryd. Virg.

The familh'd Lion thus, with Hunger bold, O‘erleaps the Fences of the nighty Fold ; And tears the peaceful Flocks : With silent Awe Trembling they lie, and pant beneath his Paw: Dryd. Virg.

So when the gen'rous Lion has in Sighe
His equal Match, he rouses for the Fight:
But when his Foe lies prostate on the Plain,
He sheaths his Paws, uncurls his angry Mane ;
And pleas'd with bloodless Honours of the Day, (Panth.
Walks over, and disdains th’inglorious Prey. Dryd. Hind 6

As when the Swains the Lybian Lion chace,
He makes a sou’r Retreat, nor mends his Pace;
But if the pointed Jav'lin pierce his Side,
The Lordly Beast returns with double Pride :
He wrenches out the Steel, he roars for Pain,
His Sides he lashes, and ere&s his Mane.

His Eye-balls flash with Fire,
Thro' bis wide Nostrils Clouds of Smoke expire. Dryd. Virgi

Thus as a Lion, when he spies from far
A Bull, that seems to meditate the War,
Bending his Neck and spurning back the Sand;
Runs roaring downward from his hilly Stand,
To rush from high on his unequal Foe.

Dryd. Virg.
Like a Lion,
Who long has reign'd the Terrour of the Woods,
And dar'd the boldest Huntsmen to the Combat ;
Till caught at length within fome hidden Snare, With

Milt.

With foaming Jaws he bites the Toils that hold him ;
And roars, and towls his fiery Eyes in vain :

(Amb. Stepm. While the surrounding Swains wound him at Pleasure. Rowe

LOOKS, or Mien: See Beauty, Eyes, The King arose with awful Grace,

(Pal. d Arc. Deep Thought was in his Breast, and Counsel in his Face.Dryd.

Deep on his Front engraven,
Deliberation sate, and publick Care,
And Princely Council in his Face yet shone.

Big made he was and call ; his Port was fierce ;
Ere& his Countenance : Manly Majesty
Sate in his Front, and darted from his Ēyes,
Commanding all he view'd.

Dryd. Oedip.
His awful Presence did the Crowd surprize,
Nor durft the rath Spectators meet his Eyes ;
Eyes that confess'd him born for Kingly Sway,
So fierce they flash'd intolerable Day. Dryd. Pal. d Arc.

The Trojan Chief appear'd in open Sight,
August in Visage, and serenely bright:
His Mother Goddess, with her Hands divine,
Had form’d his curling Locks, and made his Temples shine;
Had giv'n his rouling

Eyes a sparkling Grace,
And breach'd a youthful Vigour on his Face:
Like polish'd Iv'ry, beauteous to behold;
Or Parian Marble, when enchas’d with Gold. Dryd. Virg.

Amid the Press appears the beauteous Boy :
His lovely Face'unarm’d, his Head was bare ;
In Ringlets o'er his Shoulders hung his Hair ;
His Forehead circled with a Diadem.
Distinguish'd from the Croud he shines a Gem,
Enchas'd in Gold: Or polish'd Iv'ry, sec
Amidst the meaner Foil of sable Jet.

Dryd. Virg.
Thro' his youthful Face,
Wrath checks the Beauty, and sheds manly Grace ;
Both in his Looks so joyn'd, that they might move
Fear ev'n in Friends, and from an En’my Love.
Hot as ripe Noon, sweet as the blooming Day:

Cowl.
What's he, who with contracted Brow,
And fullen Port, glooms downward with his Eyes ;
At once regardless of his Chains or Liberty ?
He shuns
my Kindness

;
And with a haughty Mien and stern Civility,
Dumbly declines all Office: If he speak,
'Tis scarce above a Word ; as he were born
Alone to Do, and did disdain to talk,
At least to talk where he must not command. Cong. Mourn. Bride.

That

a

That gloomy Out-fide, like a rusty Chest,
Contains che shining Treasure of a Soul
Resolv'd and brave.

Dryd. Don Seb.
He looks secure of Death: Saperiour Greatness;
Like Jove, when he made Face, and said, Thou art
The Slave of my Creation.
He looks as Man was made, with Face ere&t,
That fcorns his brittle Corps, and seems asham'd
He's not all Spirit : His Eyes with a dumb Pride,
Accusing Fortune that he fell not warm,
Yet now disdains to live.

Dryd. Don Seb. By his warlike Port, His fierce Demeanour, and erected Look, He's of no vulgar Note.

Dryd. Al for Love. Methinks

you

breathe Another Soul ; your Looks are more divine ; You speak a Hero, and you move a God. Dryd. All for Love.

Care fate on his faded Cheek; but under Brows
Of dauntless Courage, and consid'rate Pride,
Waiting Revenge. Cruel his Eye, but caft
Signs of Remorse and Passion.

Milt.
His grave Rebuke,
Severe in youthful Beauty, added Grace
Invincible.

Milt. LOVE. See Absence, Enjoyment. Love, the most gen'rous Passion of the Mind : The softest Refuge Innocence can find. The safe Director of unguided Youth, Fraught with kind Wishes, and secur’d by Truth : The Cordial-drop Heav'n in our Cup has thrown, To make the nauseous Draught of Life go down : On which one only Blessing God might raise, In Lands of Atheists, Subsidies of Praise : For none did e'er so dull and stupid prove, But felt a God, and bless'd his Pow'r in Love.

Roch. Love rais’d his noble Thoughts to brave Achievements: For Love's the Steel chat strikes upon the Flint ; Gives Coldness Heat, exerts the hidden Flame, (Love Trium. And spreads the Sparkles round to warm the World.

Dryd. Love that does all that's Noble here below.

Dryd. Don Seb. For Love's not always of a vicious Kind, But oft to virtuous Acts inflames the Mind : Awakes the sleepy Vigour of the Soul; And, brushing o'er, adds Motion to the Pool : Love, studious how to please, improves ou: Parts With pollilh'd Manners, and adorns with Arts. Love first invented Verse, and form'd the Rhyme, The Motion measur'd, harmoniz'd the Chime;

To

a

a

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To lib'ral Arts enlarg'd the narrow-foul'd,
Soften'd the Fierce, and made the Coward bold.Dryd.Cym.&lph.

Ye niggard Gods! ye make our Lives too long
Ye fill 'em with Diseases, Wants, and Woes,
And only dash 'em with a little Love

; Sprinkled by Fits, and with a sparing Hand: Dryd. Ampbit.

Life without Love is Load, and Time stands ftill: What we refuse to him, to Death we give, And then, then only, when we love, we live.Cong. Mourn.Bride.

Love's an heroick Passion, wbich can find
No Room in any base degen'rate Mind :
It kindles all the Soul with Honour's Fire,
To make the Lover worthy his Desire. Dryd. Cong. of Gran. . 2.

Love is not Sin, but where 'tis sinful Love :
Mine is a Flame so holy and so clear,
That the white Taper leaves no Soot behind,
No Smoke of Luft.

Dryd. Don Seb.
What art chou, Love, thou great mysterious Thing?
From what hid Stock does thy strange Nature spring ?
'Tis thou that mov'ft the World thro' ev'ry Part ;
And hold'st the vast Frame fast that nothing start
From the due Place and Office first ordain'd:
By Thee were all things made, and are sustain'd.

Cowl. The Pow'r of Love, In Earth, and Seas, and Air, and Heav'n above, Rules unresisted with an awful Nod: By daily Miracles declar'd a God; He blinds the Wife, gives Eye-light to the Blind : And moulds, and stamps anew the Lover's Mind.Dryd.Pal.& Arc,

No Law is made for Love: Law is to things whicb to free Choice relate; Love is not in our Choice, but in our Fate : Laws are but positive ; Love's Pow'r we see Is Nature's San&ion, and her first Decree. Each Day we break the Bond of human Laws For Love, and vindicate the common Cause. Laws for Defence of civil Rights are plac'd; Love throws the Fences down, and makes a gen'ral Waste. Maids, Widows, Wives, without Distinction fall: (Pal. Arco The sweeping Deluge, Love, comes on, and covers all. Dryd.

In Hell, and Earth, and Seas, and Heav'n above, Love conquers all, and we must yield to Love: Dryd. Virg.

For Love the sense of Right and Wrong confounds : Strong Love and proud Ambition have no Bounds. Dryd.

The Faults of Love by Love are justified : With unrefifted Might the Monarch reigns, Ile raises Mountains, and he levels Plains : Dryd. Sig. do Guisc.

Kings

:

Kings fight for Kingdoms, Madmen for Applaufe, (Pal. & Arce But Love for Love alone, that crowns the Lover's Cause. Dryde

Love gives Esteem, and then he gives Desert :
He either finds Equality or makes it ;
Like Death, he knows no Difference in Degrees,
But plains and levels all.

Dryd. Mar. A-la-mons;
By Heav'n, I'll tell her boldly that 'cis fhe :
Why should she asham'd; or angry be,

To be belov’d by me ?
The Gods may give their Altars o'er,

They'll smoke but seldom any more,
If none but happy Men muft them adore.
The Lightning which tall Oaks oppose in vain,

To strike sometimes does not disdain
The humBle Forzes of the Plain.
She being so high, and I so low,

Her Pow'r by this does greater shew,
Who at such Distance gives so sure a Blow.
If there be Man who thinks himself so higla

As to pretend Equality,
Hé deferves her less than 1;
For he would cheat for his Relief,

And one would give with lesser Grief
T'an undeserving Beggar than a Thief.

Com. I knew 'twas Madness to declare this Truth, And yet 'twere Baseness to deny my Love. 'Tis true, my Hopes are vanishing as Clouds, Lighter than Children's Bubbles blown by Winds: My Merit's but the rafh Resulc of Chance, My Birth unequal: All the Stars against me ; Pow'r, Promife, Choice, the Living and the Dead ; Mankind my Foes, and only Love to friend me : But such a Love, kept at such awful Distance, As what it loudly dares to tell, a Rival Shall fear to whisper there. Queens may be lov'd, And so may Gods, else why are Altars rais'd ? Why shines the Sun but that he may be view'd ? Butoh! when he's too bright, if then we gaze, (Frja 'Tis but to weep, and close our Eyes in Darkness.

Love various Minds doe's variously inspire, He stirs in gentle Natures gentle Fires, Like that of Incense on the Alcars laid; But raging Flámes tempestuous Souls invade; A Fire which ev'ry windy Paffion blows, With Pride it mounts, and with Revenge it glows. Dr. Tyr. Lova.

So like the Chances are of Love and War, That they alone in this diftinguish'd arc;

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Dryd, Spari,