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Mad as the Priestess of the Delphick God;
Enthusiastick Passion swellid her Breast,
Enlarg’d her Voice, and ruffled all her Form. Row. Fair Pensi

Think you beheld him like a raging Lion,
Pacing the Earth, and rearing up his Steps,
Fate in his Eyes, and roaring with the Pain
Of burning Fury.

Ofw, Orph.
My Mind, and its Intents are favage, wild,
More fierce, and more inexorable far,
Than empty Tigers, or the roaring Sea. Otw. Cai. Mar;

Oh give me Daggers, Fire, or Water !
How I could bleed! how burn! how drown! the Waves
Hizzing and booming round my finking Head,
Till I descended to the peaceful Bottom.
Oh there all's quiet ; here all Rage and Fury :
The Air's too thin, and pierces my weak Brain,
I long for thick substantial Sleep: Hell! Hell !
Burst from the Centre, rage and roar

aloud, If thou art half so hot, so mad as I am. Otw.ten. Pref

Patience! Oh I've none !
Go bid the moving Plains of Sand lie still,
And stir not when the stormy South blows high i
From Top to Bottom thou haft tost iny Soul,
And now'tis in the Madness of the Whirl,
Requir'ft a fuddain Stop.

Dryd. Don Se
Patience! Preach it to the Winds,
To roaring Seas, gr raging Fires : The Knaves,
That teach it, laugh at you wlien you believe 'em. Otro. Orph.

Madness ! Confusion ! let the Storm come on: Let the tumultuous Roar drive all upon me, Dash my devoted Bark, ye Surges break it; 'Tis for my Ruin chac the Tempest rises. Rom. Fsir Piran

Away! be gone! and.give a Whirlwind room! Or I will blow you up like Dust! Avaunr ! Madness but meanly represents my Toil! Eternal Discord, Fury, Revenge, Disdain and Indignation Tear my swoln Breast ; make Way for Fire and Tempest: My Brain is burst ; Debate and Reason quench'd. The Storm is up, and my hot bleeding Heard Splits with the rack; while Pafions, like the Winds, Rise up to Heav'n, and put out all the Stars. Lee Alexis

Rage has no Bounds in flighred Womankind. Dryd. Cleom,

Oppose not Rage, while Rage is in its Force ;.
But give it way a while, and let it waste :

The rising Deluge is not stopp'd with Dams,
Those it o'erbears, and drowns the Hope of Harvest :

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But wisely manag’d, its divided Strength
Is lluic's in Channels, and securely drain'd.
And when its Force is spent and unsupply'd,
The Residue with Mounds may be restrain'd,
And dry.shod we may pass the naked Ford. Shak. Troil. & Crel.

RAINBOW.
Thus oft the Lord of Nature, in the Air
Hangs Ev'ning Clouds, his fable Canvafs, where
His Pencil, dip'd in heav'nly Colours, made
Of intercepted Sun-beams, mix'd with Shade
Of temper'd Æther, and refracted Light,
Paints his fair Rainbow.charming to the Sight.

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RAPE.
Force is the last Relief which Lovers find ;
And 'tis the best Excuse of Womankind :
It is Resistance that inflames Desire,
Sharpens the Darts of Love, and blows his Fire :
Love is disarm'd that meets with too much Ease,
He languishes, and does not care to please :
And therefore 'tis your golden Fruit you guard,
With so much Care, to make Poffeffion hard. Dryd. Auren.

Who'd be that fordid, foolish Thing, call’d Man, To cringe thus, fawn, and flatter for a Pleasure, Which Beasts enjoy so very much above him ? The lusty Bull ranges thro'all the Field, And from the Herd singling his Female out, Enjoys her, and abandons her at Will. It shall be fo! I'll yet possess my Love; Wait on, and watch her loose unguarded Hours; Then when her roving Thoughts have been abroad, And brought in wanton Wishes to her Heart, l'th'very Minute when her Vertue nods, I'll rush upon her in a Storm of Love, Beat down her Guard of Honour all before me, And surfeie upon Joys, till ev’n Desire grows fick. Otw. Orph.

'Tis nobler, like a Lyon, to invade, Where Appetite directs, and fieze my Prey, Than to wait tamely, like a begging Dog, Till dull Consent throws out the Scraps of Love. I'll plunge into a Sea of my Defires, l'll tear up. Pleasure by the Roots ; And quench my Fever, cho' I drown my Fame. Roch. Val.

To what a Heighe did Infant Rome,
By ravishing of Women come ?
When Men upon their poufes fiez'd,
And freely marry'd where they pleas'd.
They ne'er forlivore themselves, nor ly'd,
Nor, in the Minds they were in, dy'd :

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Nor took the Pains t'address and sue ;
Nor plaid the Masquerade to wooe.
Disdain'd to stay for Friends Consents,
Nor juggld about Settlements :
Did need no Licence, nor no Priest,
Nor Friends, nor Kindred to aslift;
Nor Lawyers to joyn Land and Money,
In th'holy State of Matrimony;
Nor would endure to stay until
They'd got the very Bride's Good-will:
But took a wise, and shorter Course
To win the Ladies, down-right Force :
And when they had 'em at their Pleasure,
They talk'd of Love and Flames at Leisure.
For which the Dames, in Contemplation
Of that best Way of Application,
Prov'd nobler Wives than e'er were known
By Suit or Treaty to be won:
And such as all Pofterity,
Could never equal, or come nigh.

Hold, hold, quoth Hudibras ; soft Fire,
They say, does make sweet Mált : Good Squire:
The Quirks and Cavils thou dost make
Are false, and built upon Mistake.

Hud.
Force never yet a gen'rous Heart did gain,
We yield on Parley, but are storm'd in vain.
Gonstraint in all things makes the Pleasure less,
Sweet is the Love which comes with Willingness. Dryd. Auren,

REASON. See Man.
Dim as the borrow'd Beams of Moon and Stars
To lonely, weary, wand'ring Travellers,
Is Reason to the Soul : And as on high,
Those rowling Fires discover but the Sky,
Not light us here : So Reasons glimm'ring Ray
Was lent, not to assure our doubtful Way,
But guide us upward to a better Day.
And as those nightly Tapers disappear,
When Day's bright Lord afcends our Hemisphere,
So pale grows Reafon at Religion's Sight;
So dies, and so diffolves in fupernat'ral Light. Dryd. Rel. Laici.

For Reason is a Guide we must resign,
When the Authority is Divine.

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Reason, the Power to ghefs at Right and Wrong!
The twinkling Lamp
Of wand'ring Life, that wakes and winks by turns ; (Bride.
Fooling the Follower betwixt Shade and Shining. Cong. Mourn,

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Reason was given to curb our headstrong Will, And yet but ihews a weak Physician's Skill ; i Gives nothing while the raging Fit does laft, But stays to cure it when the Worst is pafs'd: Reason's a Sraff for Age, when Nature's gone ; But Youth is strong enough to walk alone. Dryd. Cong. of Graz.

Our Passions gone, and Reason in her Throne, Amaz'd we see the Mischiefs we have done : After a Tempest, when the Winds are laid, The calm Sea wonders at the Wrecks it made,

Wak Oh why did Heav'n leave Man so weak Defence, To truft frail Reason with the Rule of Sense ? ?Tis overpois'd, and kick'd up in the Air ; While Sense weighs down the Scale, and keeps it there : Or, like a Captive King, 'tis born away, And forc'd to count’nance its own Rebels Sway:

Oh no! our Reason was not vainly lent,
Nor is a Slave, but by its own Confeut :
If Reafon on his Subjects Triumph wait,
An easy King deserves no better Fate. Dryd. Cong. of Grau.

RELIGION.
The common Cry is ever Religion's Teft;
The Turk's is ac Conflantinople beft;
Idols in India, Popery at Rome ;
And our own Worship only true at home :
And true but for the Time; 'tis hard to know
How long we please it shall continue so.
This Side to Day, and that to Morrow burns;
So all are God-A'mighty in their Turns.

Dryd.
Turning of Religion's made
The means to turn and wind a Trade :
And tho' some change it for a worfe,
They put themselves into a Course.
For all Religions flock together,
Like tanie and wild Fowl of a Feather.
Hence 'tis Hypocrisy as well,
Will serve t’improve a Church, as Zeal:
As Persecution or Promotion
Do equally advance Devotion.

Hud.
To prove Religion true
If either Wit or Suff'rings could suffice,
All Faiths afford the Constant and the Wise ;
And yet, ev’n they, by Education (way'd,
In Age defend what Infancy obey'd.

Dryd. Ind. Emp.
All Faiths are to their own Believers just,
For none believe, because they will, but must. Dryd. Tyr. Love:

By Education most have been misled,
So they believe, because they fo were bred.

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The Priest continues what the Nurse began,
And thus the Child imposes on the Man. Dryd. Hind and Panth.

Look round, how Providence bestows alike
Sun-fhine and Rain, to bless the fruitful Year,
On diff'rent Nations, all of diff'rent Faiths :
And (tho' by several Names and Titles worship’d)
Heav'n takes the various Tribute of their Praise ;
Since all agree to own, at least to mean,
One best, one greatest, only Lord of All. Row, Tamerl.

All under various Names adore and love One Power Immense, which ever rules above. Dryd. Ind. Emp.

If you've Religion, keep it to your self; Atheists will else make use of Toleration, And laugh you out on't. Never shew Religion, · Unless you mean to pass for Knaves of Conscience, And cheat believing Fools that think you honest. Otw. Orph.

REPENTANCE. See Nunnery. These Books teach holy Sorrow and Contrition And Penitence. Is it become an Art then ? : A Trick that lazy, dull, luxuricus Gown-men Can teach us to do over ? I'll no more on'c: I have more real Anguilh in my Heart, Than all their Pedant Discipline e'er knew. Roro. Fair Penia

Thoughts cannot form themselves in Words so horrid, As can express my Guilt.

Dryd. All for Love, Let that Night, That guilty Night be blotted from the Year ; Let not the Voice of Mirth or Musick know't. Let it be dark and defolate : No Stars

i To glitter o'er it: Let it wilh for Light, Yet want it still, and vainly wait the Dawn : For 'twas the Night that gave me up to Shame. Row. Fair Pen.

This fatal Form, that drew on my undoing, Fafting and Tears and Hardship shall destroy; Nor Light, nor Food, nor Comfort will I know, Nor oughc that may continue hated Life. Then when you see me meagre, wan, and chang’d, Stretch'd at my Length, and dying in my Cave, On that cold Earch I mean shall be my Grave, Perhaps you may relent, and fighing say, At length her Tears have wash d her Stain's away. At length 'tis time her Punishment shou'd cease, Dye then poor suff'ring Wretch, and be at Peace. Row. FairPen.

Let Wretches, loaded hard with Guilt, as I am, Bow with the Weight, and groan beneath the Burthen, Creep with the Remnant of the Strength they've left, Before the Footstool of the Heav'n they've injur'd, Orw.Ven. Pref.

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