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With equal Hurry quit th’invaded Shore,
(Drys. Virg And swallow back the Sand and Stones they fpew'd before.
Far off we hear the Waves with surly Sound
Invade the Rocks, the Rocks their Groans rebound.
The Billows break upon the founding Strand;
And roul the rising Tides impure with Sand.
WEEPING. S:€ Funeral, Grief, Sorrow, Tears.
Her brimful Eyes that ready stood,
And only wanted Will io weep a Flood,
Releas'd their watry Store, and pour'd amain,
Like Clouds, low-hung, a sober Show'r of Rain :
Mute, folemn Sorrow, free from Female Noise,
Such as the Majefly of Grief destroys. Dryd. Sig. da Gui
O'er her Adonis so
Fair Venus mourn'd, and with the precious Show'r
Of her warm Iears, cherish'd the springing Flow'r.
So filver Thetis on the Phrygian Shore,
Wept for her Son, foreknowing of his Fate :
The Sea-Nymphs fate around, and joynd their Tears,
While from his lowest Deep old Father Ocean
Was heard to groan, in Pity of their Pain. Row. Ulf
She filently a gentle Tear let fall
From either Eye, and wip'd them with her Hair :
Two other precious Drops that ready stood,
Each in their chrystal Sluice, he, e'er they fell,
Kiss'd, as the gracious Signs of sweet Remorse,
And pious Awe, that fard to have offended.
A Show'r of Tears flow'd down her lovely Face,
Which from her Grief receiv'd yet sweeter Grace.
B'AC. So thro’a watry Cloud, The Sun at once seems both to weep and shine. Dryd. Sec. Love.
She came weeping forth,
Shining thro' Tears, likė April-Suns in Show'rs,
Thac labour to o'ercome the Cloud chat loads chem.
While two young Virgins, on whose Arms she lean'd,
Kindly look'd up, and at her Grief grew sad,
As if they catch'd the Sorrows that fell from her ;
Ev'n the lew'd Rabble, that were gacher'd round
To see the Sight, stood mute when they beheld her, (Pref.
Govern'd their roaring Throats, and grumbled Pity. Otw. Vem
Dumb Sorrows siez'd the Standers by,
The Queen above the rest, by Nature good,
The Pattern form'd of perfe&t Woman-hood,
For tender Pity wept ; when she began,
Through the bright Quire th'infectious Virtue ran;
All drop'd cheir Tears.
Dryd. Pal.& Arc
The Tears ran gushing from her Eyes, And stop'd her Speech in pompous Train of Woe. Dryd. Virg. See where she sits; and in what comely wise
Drops Tears more fair than others Eyes; Ah! charming Maid ! let not ill Fortune fee
Th’Arcire thy Sorrow wears,
Nor view the Beauty of thy Tears, For the'll still come to dress herself in thee. Ne'er did I yet behold such glotious Weather, As this Sun-fhine and Rain together,
Cemi: With Head declin'd, Like a fair Flower furcharg'd with Dew, she weeps. Dryd.
Then setting free a Sigh from her fair Eyes, She wip'd two Pearls, the Remnant of wild Show'rs; Which hung like Drops upon the Bells of Flow'rs, Dryd. Sec. Love.
So Morning Dews on new-blown Rofes lodge, By the Sun's am'rous Heat to be exhald.
Otw.Orgh. Why art thou wet with weeping, as the Earth, When vernal Jove descends in gentle Show'rs, To cause Increase, and bless the Infant Year ; When ev'ry spiry Grass and painted Flow'r Is hung with pearly Drops of heav'nly Rain. Rowd. Ulys
In Palamon, a manly Grief appears, Silent he wept, alham'd to fhew his Tears. Dryd. Pal. d Arcó
Bear my Weakness,
If throwing thus my Arms about thy Neck,
I play the Boy, and blubber in thy Bofom. Otw.Ven. Pres:
Look Emperor! this is no common Dew;
I have not wept these forty Years, but now
My Mother comes afresh into my Eyes,
I cannot help her Softness.
By Heav'n he weeps ! Poor good old Man he weeps,
The big round Drops course one another down
The Furrows of his Cheeks.
Dryd. Au for Love.
Altho' unus'd unto the melting Mood,
Drop Tears more fast than the Arabian Tree
Her medicinal Gums.
Behold his Sorrow streaming from his Eyes. Dryd. Virg.
Compassion quell'd His best of Man, and gave him up to Tears.
Milt, WELCOME. Welcome as kindly Show'rs to long-parchd Earch. Dr.Spon.Pty. Welcome as Mercy to a Man condemn'd. Welcome to me as to a sinking Marriner The lucky Plank chat bears him to the Shore,
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Welcome as the Light To chearful Birds, or as to Lovers Night. Dryd. Tyr. Love, Welcome as happy Tidings after Fears:
Otw. Orph. WIFE. See Marriage, Husband.
Who loves to hear of Wife ? Otw. Orph. That dull insipid thing without Desires, And without Pow'r to give them.
Dryd. Auren. When you would give all worldly Plagues a Name Worse than they have already, call 'em Wife! But a new-marry'd Wife's a seeming Mischief, Full of herself: Why what a deal of Horrour Has that poor Wretch to come that wedded Yesterday?Otw.Orpha
O wretched Husband! while she hangs about thee,
With idle Blandishments, and plays the fond one ;
Ev'n then her hot Imagination wanders,
Contriving Riot, and loote Scapes of Love: (Tamerl.
And while she clasps thee close, makes thee a Monster. Row.
We hope to find
That Help which Nature meant in Woman-kind.
To Man, that Supplemental self defign'd ::
But proves a burning Caustick when apply'd :
And Adam sure could with more Ease abide,
(Batch. The Bone when broken, than when made a Bride. Cwxg. Old.
What hunt a Wife
On the dull Soil? Sure a stanch Husband
Of all Hounds is the dullest. Wilt thou never,
Never be wean'd from Cawdles and Confections ?
What feminine Tale haft thou been list'ning to
Of unair'd Shirts, Catarrhs, and Tooth-ach got
By thin-soald Shooes?
Wives, like good Subjects, who to Tyrants bow,
To Husbands, tho' unjust, long Patience owe:
They were for Freedom made, Obedience wę,
Courage their Virtue, ours is Chastiry :
Reason it self in us must nor be bold,
Nor decent Custom be by Wir contrould;
On our own Heads we desperately stray,
And are still happiest the vulgar Way.
Sedl. To so perverse a Sex all Grace is vain ; It gives them Courage to offend again : For with feign'd Tears they Penitence pretend, Again are pardon'd, and again offend : Fathom our Piry when they seem to grieve, Only to try how far we can forgive : Till launching out into a Sea of Serife, They scorn all Pardon, and appear all Wife. Dryd. Auren:
WINDS. Sce Æolus, Storms, Tempests.
He views with Horrour next the noisy Cave,
Where with hoarse Din imprison'd Tempests rave';
Where clam'rous Hurricanes attempt their Flight,
Or, whirling in tumulutous Eddies, fight.
Thus ragʻd the Goddess, and with Fury fraught,
The restless Region of the Storms the fought.
Where in a spacious Cave of living Stone,
The Tyrant Æolus from his airy Throne,
With Pow'r imperial curbs the struggling Winds,
And founding Tempefts in dark Prisons binds.
This Way and that, th'impatient Captives tend,
And presling for Release the Mountain rend.
High in his Hall th’undaunted Monarch stands,
And shakes his Scepter, and their Rage commands :
Which did he not, their unresisted Sway
Would sweep the World before 'em in their Way:
Earth, Air, and Seas, thro' empty Space would roul,
And Heav'n would fly before the driving Soul.
In Fear of this, the Father of the Gods
Confin'd their Fury to these dark Abodes,
And lock'd them fafe within, opprefs'd with Mountain Loads.
Impos'd a King with arbitrary Sway,
To loose their Fetters, or their Force allay. Dryd. Virg.
Nor were chose blust'ring Brethren left at large,
On Seas and Shores their Fury to discharge :
Bound as they are, and circumscrib'd in Place,
They rend the World resistless where they pass;
And mighty Marks of Mischief leave behind.
Such is the Rage of their tempestuous Kind.
First Eurus to the rising Morn is fent,
(The Regions of the balmy continent)
And Eastern Realms, where early Persians run
To greet the bleft Appearance of the Sun.
Wefward the wanton Zephyr wings his Flight,
Pleas'd with the Remnant of departing Lighc.
Fierce Boreas, with his Off-fpring illues forth
T'invade the frozen Waggon of the North ;
While frowning Aufter seeks the Southern Sphere,
And rots with endless Rain th’unwholfom Year. Dryd. Ovid.
Thus when the rival Winds their Quarrel try,
Contending for the Kingdom of the Sky:
South, East, and West, on airy Coursers born ;
The Whirlwind gathers, and the Woods are torn:
Then Nereus strikes the Deep, the Billows rise,
And, mix'd with Ooze and Sand, pollute the Skies
. Dryd. Virg. Ii 3
As when a Whirlwind, rushing to the shore, From the mid Ocean drives the Waves before ; The painful Hind with heavy Heart foresees The faited Fields, and Slaughter of the Trees. Dryd. Virg.
As when loud Boreas, with his bluft'ring Train,
Stoops from above, incumbent on the Main ;
Where'er he flies, he drives the Rack before,
And rouls the Billows on the Ægean Shore. Dryd. Virg.
Like Boreas in his Race, when rushing forth
He sweeps the Skies, and clears the cloudy North :
The waving Harvest bends beneath his Blast,
The Forest Thakes, the Groves their Honours cast:
He fies aloft, and with impetuous Roar
Pursues the foaming Surges to the Shore.
Fierce Boreas flies
To puff away the Clouds, and purge the Skies:
Serenely while he blows, the Vapours driv'n
Discover Heav'n to Earth, and Earth to Heav'n. Dryd. Ovid.
The South Wind Night and Horrour brings,
And Fogs are shaken from his flaggy Wings.
From his divided Beard two Streams he
His Head and rheumy Eyes distill in Show'rs :
With Rain bis Robe and heavy Mantle. flow,
And lazy Mifts are louring on his Brow.
Dryd. Ovid: So Winds, while yet unfledg’d in Woods they lie, In Whispers first their tender Voices try : Then issue on the Main with bell’wing Rage, And Storms to trembling Mariners presage. Dryd. Virg.
As wintry Winds, contending in the Sky,
With equal Force of Lungs their Titles try:
Thy rage, they roar; the doubtful Rack of Heav'n
Stands without Motion, and the Tide undriv'n:
Each bent to conquer, neither Side to yield,
They long suspend the Fortune of the field. Dryd. Virg.
WINTER. See Year.
No Grass the Fields, no Leaves the Forests wear,
The Frozen Earth lies bury'd there below
A hilly Heap, feven Cubits deep in Snow,
And all the West Allies of stormy Boreas blow.
The Sun from far peeps with a sickly Face,
Too weak the Clouds and mighty Fogs to chase,
When up the Skies he shoots his rosy Head,
Or in the ruddy Ocean seeks his Bed.
Swift Rivers are with sudden Ice constrain'd,
And studded Wheels are on its Back sustain'd;
An Hoftry now for Waggons, which before
Tall Ships of Burthen on ics Bosom bore.