But if you hit the Caufe that hurt his Brain,.
Then his Teeth gnafh, he foams, he thakes his Chain,
His Eye-balls rowl, and he is mad again.

TOM-A-BEDLA M.

I have bethought my felf

To take the bafeft and the pooreft Shape,

That ever Penury in Contempt of Man,

Lee Caf. Borg.

Brought near to Beaft. My Face I'll grime with Filth,
Blanket my Loins, put all my Hair in Knots;

And with prefented Nakednefs out-face
The Winds and Perfecutions of the Sky.
The Country gives me Proof and President
Of Bedlam Beggars, who with roaring Voices
Strike into their numm'd and mortify'd Arms
Pins, wooden Pricks, Nails, Sprigs of Rofemary
And with this horrible Object from low Farms,
Poor pelting Villages, Sheep cotes, and Mills,
Sometimes with lunatick Bans, fometimes with Pray'rs,
Inforce their Charity.

Shak. K. Lear.

MAN. See Babe, Creation, Philofophy.
Time was when we were fow'd, and juft began
From fome few fruitful Drops, the Promife of a Man:
Then Nature's Hand (fermented as it was)
Moulded to Shape the foft coagulated Mafs ;
And when the little Man was fully form'd,
The breathless Embryo with a Spirit warm'd:
But when the Mother's Throes begin to come,
The Creature pent within the narrow Room,
Breaks his blind Prifon, pushing to repair
His ftifled Breath, and draw the living Air;
Caft on the Margin of the World he lies
A helpless Babe, but by Inftin&t he cries:
He next effays to walk, but downwards prefs'd,
On four Feet imitates, his Brother-Beaft:
By flow Degrees he gathers from the Ground
His Legs, and to the Rouling-Chair is bound:
Then walks alone; a Horfeman now become,
He rides a Stick, and travels round the Room.
In time he vaults among his youthful Peers,

Strong bon'd, and ftrung with Nerves, in Pride of Years.
He runs with Mettle his firft merry Stage,
Maintains the next, abated of his Rage,

But manages his Strength and fpares his Age:
Heavy the third, and ftiff, he finks apace,

And tho' 'tis Down-hill all, but creeps along the Race.

Now fapless on the Verge of Death he ftands,
Contemplating his former Feet and Hands;
And, Milo like, his flacken'd Sinews fees,
And wither'd Arms, once fit to cope with Hercules,
Unable now to fhake, much lefs to tear the Trees.
Thus ev'n our Bodies daily Change receive,
Some Part of what was theirs before, they leave;
Nor are to Day what Yesterday they were,
Nor the whole Same To-morrow will appear.

So Man, at first a Drop, dilates with Heat;
Then form'd, the little Heart begins to beat :
Secret he feeds, unknowing in the Cell,
At length, for hatching ripe, he breaks the Shell,
And ftruggles into Breath, and cries for Aid,
Then helpless in his Mother's Lap is laid:
He creeps, he walks, and iffuing into Man,
Grudges their Life from whence his own began:
Retchlefs of Laws, affects to rule alone,
Anxious to reign, and reftlefs on the Throne.
Firft vegetive, then feels, and reafons laft,
Rich of three Souls, and lives all three to waste:
Some thus, but thousands more in Flow'r of Age,
For few arrive to run the latter Stage.

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Bryd. Ovid.

Dryd. Pal. & Arti

Man is but Man, inconstant still and various.
There's no To-morrow in him like To-day:

Perhaps the Atoms rolling in his Brain,
Make him think honeftly this prefent Hour;
The next, a Swarm of base ungrateful Thoughts

May mount aloft.

Who would truft Chance, fince all Men have the Seeds

Of Good or Ill, which fhould work upward first? Dryd. Cleom.

Men are but Children of a larger Growth,

Our Appetites as apt to change as theirs,
And full as craving too, and full as vain:
And yet the Soul, fhut up in her dark Room,
Viewing fo clear abroad, at home fees nothing;
But like a Mole in Earth, bufy and blind,
Works all her Folly up, and cafts it outward
To the World's open View.

Dryd. All for Love.

Ah! what is Man when his own Wish prevails! How rafh, how fwift to plunge himself in III! Proud of his Pow'r, and boundless in his Will!

Dryd.

With what unequal Tempers are we fram'd?
One Day the Soul, fupine with Eafe and Fullness,
Revels fecure, and fondly tells her felf,
The Hour of Evil can return no more:

The next, the Spirits pall'd, and fick of Riot,

Turn

Turn all to Discord, and we hate our Beings;
Curfe the past Joy, and think it Folly all,
And Bitterness and Anguish.

Mankind one Day ferene and free appear,
The next they're cloudy, fullen, and fevere.
New Paffions new Opinions ftill excite,
And what they like at Noon defpife at Night.
They gain with Labour what they quit with Eafe,
And Health for want of Change becomes Disease.
Religion's bright Authority they dare,

And yet are Slaves to fuperftitious Fear.
They counfel others, but themselves deceive,
And tho' they're couzen'd ftill, they ftill believe,
Mankind upon each others Ruin rife,

Row. Fair Pen.

Gar.

Cowards maintain the Brave, and Fools the Wife. How. Veft. Vir.

How. D. of Lerm.

Mankind each others Stories ftill repeat,
And Man to Man is a fucceeding Cheat.
Were I, [who to my Coft already am
One of thofe ftrange prodigious Creatures Man]
A Spirit free to chufe for my own Share

What Cafe of Flesh and Blood I'd please to wear;
I'd be a Dog, a Monkey, or a Bear,
Or any thing but that vain Animal,
Who is fo proud of being rational.

The Senfes are too grofs, and he'll contrive
A fixth to contradi& the other five:
And before certain Inftin&t will prefer
Reason, which fifty times for one does err.
Reason, an Ignis Fatuus in the Mind,

Which leaving Light of Nature, Senfe, behind,
Pathlefs, and dang'rous wandring Ways it takes,
Thro' Errors fenny Bogs, and thorny Brakes:
While the misguided Follow'r climbs with Pain
Mountains of Whimseys heap'd in his own Brain;
Stumbling from Thought to Thought, falls headlong down
Into Doubt's boundless Sea, where like to drown,
Books bear him up a while, and make him try
To fwim with Bladders of Philofophy,
In hopes ftill to o'ertake th'efcaping Light;
Till fpent, it leaves him to eternal Night.
Huddled in Dirt the reas'ning Engine lies,
Who was fo proud, fo witty, and fo wife:
Pride drew him in, as Cheats their Bubbles catch,
And made him venture to be made a Wretch:
His Wifdom did his Happiness destroy;
Aiming to know that World he fhould enjoy.

And Wit was his vain frivolous Pretence
Of pleafing others at his own Expence:

For Wits are treated juft like common Whores,
First they're enjoy'd, and then kick'd out of Doors.
Women and Men of Wit are dang'rous Tools,
And ever fatal to admiring Fools.

Thofe Creatures are the wifeft who attain
By fureft Means the Ends at which they aim:
If therefore Fowler finds and kills his Hare
Better than Meers fupplies Committee-Chair,
Tho' one's a Statefman, th'other but a Hound,
Fowler in Juftice would be wifer found.
Birds feed on Birds, Beafts on each other prey,
But favage Man alone does Man betray !
Prefs'd by Neceffity, they kill for Food;
Man undoes Man to do himself no Good.
With Teeth and Claws, by Nature arm'd, they unt
Nature's Allowance to fupply their Want:

But Man with Smiles, Embraces, Friendships, Praife,
Unhumanly his Fellow's Life betrays;

With voluntary Pains works his Diftrefs,
Not through Neceffity but Wantonnefs.
For Hunger or for Love they fight and tear,
While wretched Man is ftill in Arms for Fear;
For Fear he arms, and is of Arms afraid;
By Fear to Fear fucceffively betray'd:

Bafe Fear, the Source whence his beft Paffion came,
His boated Honour and his dear-bought Fame.
The Good he acts, the Ill he does endure,
'Tis all for Fear, to make himself fecure:
Meerly for Safety after Fame we thirst,
For all Men would be Cowards if they durft
And Honefty's against all common Sense;
Men must be Knaves, 'tis in their own Defence :
Mankind's difhoneft; if you think it fair
Among known Cheats to play upon the Square,
You'll be undone;

Nor can weak Truth your Reputation fave,
The Knaves will all agree to call you Knave:
Long fhall he live infulted o'er, opprefs'd,
Who dares be lefs a Villain than the reft.

MARRIAGE. See Husband, Wife.
To the nuptial Bower

I led her blufhing like the Morn; all Heav'n,
And happy Conffellations on that Hour...
Shed their fele&teft Influence: The Earth
Cave Sign of Gratulation, and each Hill:

Joyous the Birds: Fresh Gales and gentle Airs
Whisper'd it to the Woods; and from their Wings
Flung Rofe, flung Odours from the spicy Shrub ;
Difporting till the am'rous Bird of Night

Sung Spoufal, and bid hafte the Evening-Star
On his Hill-top to light the bridal Lamp.

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Milt.

And Venus blefs'd with nuptial Blifs the long laborious Night. Eres and Anteros on either Side,

One fir'd the Bridegroom, and one warm'd the Bride;

And Hymen from above

Shower'd on the Bed the whole Idalian Grove. Dryd. Pal. & Arc. Hail wedded Love! myfterious Law! true Source

Of human Offspring! fole Propriety

In Paradife, of all things common elfe!

By thee adult'rous Luft was driv'n from Man
Among the beftial Herds to range; by thee
Founded in Reafon, loyal, juft, and pure,
Relations dear, and all the Charities

Of Father, Son, and Brother firft were known!
Perpetual Fountain of domeftick Sweets!
Here Love his golden Shafts employs, here lights
His conftant Lamp, and waves his purple Wings:
Here reigns and revels; not in the bought Smile
Of Harlots, lovelefs, joylefs, unindear'd,
Cafual Fruition; nor in Court-Amours,
Mix'd Dance, or wanton Mask, or midnight Ball,
Or Serenade, which the ftarv'd Lover fings
To his proud Fair, beft quitted with Difdain.
When fix'd to one, Love fafe at Anchor rides,
And dares the Fury of the Wind and Tides;
But lofing once that Hold, to the wide Ocean born,

Milt.

It drives away at Will, to ev'ry Wave a Scorn. Dryd. Tyr. Love.
All Women would be of one Piece,

The virtuous Matron and the Mifs;
The Nymphs of chafte Diana's Train,
The fame with thofe in Lukener's-Lane;
But for the Diff'rence Marriage makes
'Twixt Wives and Ladies of the Lakes:
Marriage, thou Curfe of Love and Snare of Life!

That firft debas'd a Mistress to a Wife!

Love like a Scene at Distance fhould appear,

But Marriage views the grofs-daub'd Landscape near.

Hud.

Love's naufeous Cure! thou cloy'ft whom thou fhould'st please,
And when thou cur'ft, then thou art the Disease.

When Hearts are loofe, thy Chain our Bodies ties;
Love couples Friends, but Marriage Enemies.

And Wedlock without Love, fome fay,

(Gran.

Dryd. Cong, of