Rais'd with Succefs, the Dolphin fwiftly ran;
(For they can conquer who believe they can :)
Both urge their Oars, and Fortune both fupplies,
And both perhaps had fhar'd an equal Prize;
But old Portunus, with his Breadth of Hand,
Pufh'd on, and fped the Scylla to the Land:
Swift as a Shaft or winged Wind fhe flies,
And darting to the Port, obtains the Prize.

"

Dryd. Virgi

So the Boat's brawny Crew the Current ftem,
And, flow advancing, ftruggle with the Stream;
But if they flack their Hands, or cease to ftrive,
Then down the Flood with headlong Hafte. they drive.

RUMOUR.

Rumour is a Pipe:

Blown by Surmifes, Jealoufies, Conjectures;

And of fo eafy and fo plain a Stop,

That the blind Monster with uncounted Heads,
The ftill difcordant wav'ring Multitude,

Can play upon't.

RUNAWAY.

(Virg.

Dryd.

Shak, Hen. 4. p. 3.

Difguis'd in all the Masks of Night,
We left our Champion on his Flight:
In equal Fear of Night and Day:
He never was in greater Need,
Nor lefs Capacity of Speed:
Difabled both in Man and Beaft,
To fly, and run away his Beft;
To keep th'Enemy and Fear
From equal falling on his Rear.
And tho with Kicks and Bangs he ply'd
The farther and the nearer Side;
As Seamen ride with all their Force,
And tug as if they row'd the Horse;
And when the Hackney fails most swift,
Believe they lag or run adrift:
So tho' he pofted e'er fo faft,
His Fear was greater than his Hafte,
For Fear, tho' fleeter than the Wind,
Believes 'tis always left behind.

But timely Running's no fmall Part
Of Conduct in the martial Art.
But that fome glorious Feats atchieve,

Hud:

As Citizens by Breaking thrive.

It faves th'Expence of Time and Pains,
And dang'rous beating out of Brains:

For they that fly may fight again,
Which he can never do that's flain.

And

And they who run from th'Enemy,
Engage them equally to fly;

And when the Fight's become a Chace,
They win the Day that win the Race.
SACRIFICES. See Necromancer:
We Heav'n it felf to bribe,

Do recompence with Death their Creatures Toil,
Then call the Blefs'd above to fhare the Spoil:
The fairest Victim must the Pow'rs appeafe;
So fatal 'tis fometimes too much to please!
A purple Fillet his broad Brows adoras,

With flow'ry Garlands crown'd, and gilded Horns:
He hears the murd'rous Pray'r the Prieft prefers,
But understands not 'tis his Doom he hears;
Beholds the Meal betwixt his Temples caft,
(The Fruit and Product of his Labours paft)
And in the Water views perhaps the Knife
Uplifted, to deprive him of his Life;
Then broken up alive, his Entrails fees,
Torn out for Priefts t'infpect the Gods Decrees.
So when fome brawny Sacrificer knocks,

Before an Altar led, an offer'd Ox,

His Eye-balls rooted out are thrown to Ground,
His Nose dismantled in his Mouth is found,

Hud.

Dryd. Ovid.

His Jaws, Cheeks, Front, one undiftinguish'd Wound.

They next with fober Grace,

Their Gifts around the well-built Altar place:

Then wash'd, and took the Cakes; while Chryfes ftood
With Hands up-lifted, and invok'd his God."
And when the folemn Rites of Pray'r were past,
Their falted Cakes on crackling Flames they caft:
Then turning back, the Sacrifice they fped,
The fatted Oxen flew, and flea'd the Dead;
Chopt off their nervous Thighs, and next prepar'd
T'involve the Lean in Cauls, and mend with Lard.
Sweetbreads and Collops were with Skewers prick'd
About the Sides, imbibing what they deck'd.
The Prieft with holy Hands was feen to tine
The cloven Wood, and pour the ruddy Wine.
The first Libations to the Gods they pour,
And then with Songs indulge the genial Hour,
Holy Debauch! till Day to Night they bring,
With Songs and Peans to the bowyer King.

With perfect Hetacombs the God they grac'd,
Whofe offer'd Entrails in the Main were caft.
Black Bulls and bearded Goats on Altars lie,
And Clouds of fav'ry Stench involve the Sky.

(Ovid.

Dryd.

Dryd. Hom.

Dryd, Hom.

And pass at Will the boundless Deep.
No Toil no Hardships can restrain
Ambitious Man inur'd to Pain;

The more confin'd, the more he tries,
And at forbidden Quarry flies.

A Fleet under Sail.

The wanton Zephyrs with the Pendants play,
Which loose in Air their waving Pride difplay.
The Streamers gay Defiance fpread on high,
At once adorn and terrify the Sky.

Th'unweildy Ships were on the Billows toft,
And all the Blafts the Winds could blow engrofs'd.
The longest breath'd, and the most vig'rous Gales,
Are all employ'd to fwell the spacious Sails :
The lofty Firs, which pregnant Canvas wear,
Bear thro' the floating Clouds the floating War.
Oaks which by Land did fierceft Winds difdain,
Become obedient to them on the Main..
The lab'ring Gales with Pain the Navy fhove,
And o'er the Billows heave the bounding Grove.
Stript of their Boughs the naked Pines advance,
And to the Mufick of the Trumpet dance.
They pafs in long Proceffion o'er the Deep,
And with their Flags contiguous Ether fweep.
Their gilded Sides and Sterns improve the Day,
And with augmented Glory Heav'n repay.
His Rays recoil'd fo bright, th'aftonifh'd Sun
Started, unmindful that they were his own.
SALMONE U S.

Salmoneus fuff'ring cruel Pains I found,
For emulating Jove; the ratling Sound
Of mimick Thunder, and the glitc'ring Blaze
Of pointed Lightning, and their forked Rays:
Thro' Eles and the Grecian Towns he flew,
Th'audacious Wretch four fiery Courfers drew:
He wav'd a Torch aloft, and madly vain,
Sought godlike Worship from a fervile Train:
Ambitious Fool! with horny Hoofs to pafs
O'er hollow Arches of refounding Brafs;
To rival Thunder in its rapid Course,
And imitate inimitable Force.

But he, the King of Heav'n, obfcure on high,

Bar'd his right Arm, and lanching from the Sky

His writhe bolt, not fhaking empty Smoak.

Dryd. Hor.

Blac.

Down to the deep Abyss the flaming Felon ftrook. Dryd. Virg.

SCANDA L.

There is a Luft in Man, no Charm can tame,

Of loudly publishing his Neighbour's Shame:

On

On Eagles Wings immortal Scandals fly,
While virtuous Actions are but born and die.
Slander, the worft of Poyfons, ever finds
An easy Entrance in ignoble Minds.

SCHOOL-MEN.

In School-Divinity as able
As he that hight irrefragable.
Profound in all the nominal,
And real Ways beyond them all;
And with as delicate a Hand

Could twift as tough a Rope of Sand
And weave fine Cobwebs, fit for Scull,
That's empty when the Moon's at full;
Such as take Lodgings in a Head,
That's to be let unfurnished.

He could raife Scruples dark and nice,
And after folve 'em in a trice.
As if Divinity had catch'd

The Itch, on purpose to be fcratch'd;
Or, like a Mountebank, did wound,
And ftab herself with Doubts profound,
Only to fhew with how small Pain
The Sores of Faith are cur'd again;
Altho' by woful Proof we find
They always leave a Scar behind.
He knew the Seat of Paradife,
Could tell in what Degree it lies,
And, as he was difpos'd, could prove it
Below the Moon, or else above it.
What Adam dreamt of, when his Bride
Came from her Closet in his Side:
Whether the Devil tempted her
By a High-Dutch Interpreter.
If either of them had a Navel,
Who firft made Mufick malleable.
Whether the Serpent at the Fall,
Had cloven Feet, or none at all.
All this without a Glofs or Comment
He could unriddle in a Moment;

In proper Terms, fuch as Men fmatter,

Haru. Juu.

Harv. Juo.

When they throw out, and mifs the Matter.

SCORN.

Who Pride and Scorn do undergo,

In Tempefts and rough Seas Love's Galleys row:
They pant, and groan, and figh, but find
Their Sighs increase the angry Wind.

As Water fluid is till it do grow

Solid and fix'd by Snow;

So in warm Seafons Love does loosely flow:
Froft only can it hold.

A Woman's Rigour and Difdain
. Does its fwift Course restrain ;
But when kind Beams appear,

It melts, and glides apace into the Sea,
And lofes it felf there:

So the Sun's am'rous Play

Kiffes the Ice away.

Thus fome the harfher and hide-bounder
The Damfels prove, become the fonder.
For what mad Lover ever dy'd

To gain a foft and gentle Bride?
Or for a Lady tender-hearted,
In purling Streams or Hemp departed?
But for fome crofs ill-natur'd Dame,
The amorous Fly burnt in his Flame.
SCULPTURE. See Statues.

Some carve the Trunks, and breathing Shapes beftow,

Giving the Trees more Life than when they grow.

In midft a Table of rich Iv'ry ftands,

By three fierce Tygers and three Lyons born,
Which grin, and fearfully the Place adorn :
Widely they gape, and to the Eyes they roar;
As if they hunger'd for the Food they bore.
SCTLLA and CHARIB DIS.
In the Streights,

Where proud Pelorus opes a wider Way,
Far on the right, her Dogs foul Scylla hides;
Charibdis roaring, on the Left prefides,

And in her greedy Whirlpool fucks the Tides :

Then spouts them from below; with Fury driv'n,

The Waves mount up, and wash the Face of Heav'n :
But Scylla from her Den, with open Jaws,
The finking Veffels in her Eddy draws,
Then dafhes on the Rocks: A humane Face,
And Virgin's-Bofom hide her Tail's Difgrace.
Her Parts obfcene below the Waves defcend,
With Dogs inclos'd, and in a Dolphin end.

SEA. See Creation, Jealoufy, Rowing,
Storm, Tempeft.

• Dryd. Virg. Sailing,

Outrageous as a Sea, dark, wafteful, wild,
Up from the Bottom torn by furious Winds,
And furging Waves, as Mountains to affault
Heav'ns Height, and with the Centre mix the Pole.
The Sea it self smooths his rough Face a while,
Flatt'ring the greedy Merchant with a Smile;

Milt

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