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With weighty Stenes o'erwhelm their Troops below,
Shoot thro' the Loopholes, and fharp Jav'lins throw.
Turnus, che Chief, tofs'd from his thund'ring Hand,
Against the wooden Walls, a flaming Brand:
It ftuck, the fiery Plague: The Winds were high;
The Planks were feafon'd, and the Timber dry.
Contagion caught the Pofts: It fpread along,
Scorch'd, and to distance drove the fcatter'd Throng.
The Trojans fled; the Fire purfu'd amain,
Still gath'ring faft upon the trembling Train;
Till crowding to the Corners of the Wall,
Down the Defence, and the Defenders fall.
The mighty Flaw makes Heav'n it felf refound,
The dead and dying Trojans ftrew the Ground.
The Tow'r that follow'd on the fallen Crew,
Whelm'd o'er their Heads, and bury'd whom it flew
Some stuck upon the Darts themselves had fent ;
All the fame equal Ruin underwent.

Undaunted they no Danger fhun;

From Wall to Wall the Shouts and Clamours run.
They bend their Bows, they whirl their Slings around!
Heaps of spent Arrows fall, and ftrew the Ground;
And Helms, and Shields, and rattling Arms refound.
The Combat thickens, like the Storm that flies
From Weftward, when the fhow'ry Kids arife.
And now the Trojan Troops
Prefuming on their Strength, the Gates unbar,
And on their own Accord invite the War.
Arm'd on the Right and on the Left they ftand;
And flank the Paffage.

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In flows a Tide of Latians, when they fee
The Gate fet open and the Paffage free.

But foon repuls'd they fly,

Or in the well-defended Pafs they dye:
The dreadful Bufinefs of the War is over;
And Slaughter, that, from yefter Morn till Even,
With Giant Steps, pafs'd ftriding o'er the Field,
Befmear'd, and horrid with the Blood of Nations,
Now weary fits among the mangled Heaps,
And.flumbers o'er her Prey.

WAVES. See Enjoyment.
So fwelling Surges with a thund'ring Roar,
Driv'n on each others Backs, infult the Shore;
Bound o'er the Rocks, incroach upon the Land,
And far upon the Beach eject the Sand:

Then backward with a Swing they take their Way,

Dryd. Virg:

Row. Tamerl

Repuls'd from upper Ground, and feek their Mother Sea.

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With equal Hurry quit th'invaded Shore,

(Dryd. Virg.

And swallow back the Sand and Stones they fpew'd before.
Far off we hear the Waves with furly Sound

Invade the Rocks, the Rocks their Groans rebound.
The Billows break upon the founding Strand;
And roul the rifing Tides impure with Sand.

Dryd. Virg.

WEEPING. See Funeral, Grief, Sorrow, Tears.
Her brimful Eyes that ready ftood,

And only wanted Will to weep a Flood,
Releas'd their watry Store, and pour'd amain,
Like Clouds, low-hung, a fober Show'r of Rain:
Mute, folemn Sorrow, free from Female Noife,
Such as the Majefly of Grief deftroys.

O'er her Adonis fo

Dryd. Sig. & Guif.

Fair Fenus mourn'd, and with the precious Show'r
Of her warm Tears, cherish'd the fpringing Flow'r.
So filver Thetis on the Phrygian Shore,
Wept for her Son, foreknowing of his Fate:

The Sea-Nymphs fate around, and joyn'd their Tears,
While from his loweft Deep old Father Ocean
Was heard to groan, in _Pity of their Pain.
She filently a gentle Tear let fall

From either Eye, and wip'd them with her Hair:
Two other precious Drops that ready ftood,
Each in their chryftal Sluice, he, e'er they fell,
Kifs'd, as the gracious Signs of fweet Remorse,
And pious Awe, that fear'd to have offended.

A Show'r of Tears flow'd down her lovely Face,
Which from her Grief receiv'd yet fweeter Grace.

So thro' a watry Cloud,

Wall,

Row. Ulyf

Milt.

Blac.

The Sun at once feems both to weep and fhine. Dryd, Sec. Love. She came weeping forth,

Shining thro' Tears, like April-Suns in Show'rs,

That labour to o'ercome the Cloud that loads them.
While two young Virgins, on whofe Arms fhe lean'd,
Kindly look'd up, and at her Grief grew fad,
As if they catch'd the Sorrows that fell from her;
Ev'n the lew'd Rabble, that were gather'd round
To fee the Sight, flood mute when they beheld her,
Govern'd their roaring Throats, and grumbled Pity.
Dumb Sorrows fiez'd the Standers by,

The Queen above the reft, by Nature good,
The Pattern form'd of perfect Woman-hood,
For tender Pity wept; when he began,

Through the bright Quire th'infectious Virtue ran;
All drop'd their Tears.

(Pref.

Otw. Ven,

Dryd. Pal. & Art

The

The Tears ran gufhing from her Eyes,

And ftop'd her Speech in pompous Train of Woe. Dryd. Virg.
See where the fits; and in what comely wife
Drops Tears more fair than others Eyes;
Ah! charming Maid! let not ill Fortune fee
Th'Attire thy Sorrow wears,

Nor view the Beauty of thy Tears,
For the'll ftill come to drefs herself in thee.
Ne'er did I yet behold fuch glotious Weather,
As this Sun-fhine and Rain together.
With Head declin'd,

Like a fair Flower furcharg'd with Dew, fhe weeps.
Then fetting free a Sigh from her fair Eyes,

She wip'd two Pearls, the Remnant of wild Show'rs,

Cowl:

Dryd.

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 exhal'd.

Why art thou wet with weeping, as the Earth,
When vernal Jove defcends in gentle Show'rs,
To caufe Increase, and bless the Infant Year;
When ev'ry fpiry Grafs and painted Flow'r
Is hung with pearly Drops of heav'nly Rain.
In Palamon, a manly Grief appears,
Silent he wept, afham'd to fhew his Tears.
Bear my Weakness,
If throwing thus my Arms about thy Neck,
I play the Boy, and blubber in thy Bofom.

Look Emperor! this is no common Dew;
I have not wept thefe forty Years, but now
My Mother comes afresh into my Eyes,

I cannot help her Softness.

Otw. Orph.

Row. Uly

Dryd. Pal. & Arcó

Otw. Ven. Pref.

By Heav'n he weeps! Poor good old Man he weeps. The big round Drops courfe one another down

The Furrows of his Cheeks.

His Eyes,

Altho' unus'd unto the melting Mood,
Drop Tears more faft than the Arabian Tree
Her medicinal Gums.

Dryd. All for Love.

Behold his Sorrow ftreaming from his Eyes.
Compaffion quell'd

His beft of Man, and gave him up to Tears.

WELCOME.

Shak. Othel.

Dryd. Virg.

Milt,

Welcome as kindly Show'rs to long-parch'd Earth. Dr.Span.Fry,

Welcome to me as to a finking Marriner

Welcome as Mercy to a Man condemn'd.

The lucky Plank that bears him to the Shore,

Ler Oedip.

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Welcome as the Light

To chearful Birds, or as to Lovers Night.
Welcome as happy Tidings after Fears.

Dryd. Tyr. Love:
Otw. Orph.

WIFE. See Marriage, Husband.
Who loves to hear of Wife?
That dull infipid thing without Defires,
And without Pow'r to give them.

Otw. Orph.

Dryd. Auren.

When you would give all worldly Plagues a Name Worfe than they have already, call 'em Wife!

But a new-marry'd Wife's a feeming Mischief,

Full of herself: Why what a deal of Horrour

Has that poor Wretch to come that wedded Yesterday?Otw.Orph.
O wretched Husband! while fhe hangs about thee,

With idle Blandifhments, and plays the fond one ;
Ev'n then her hot Imagination wanders,
Contriving Riot, and loofe Scapes of Love:

And while fhe clafps thee close, makes thee a Monster.
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That Help which Nature meant in Woman-kind ·
To Man, that Supplemental felf defign'd:
But proves a burning Cauftick when apply'd:
And Adam fure could with more Eafe abide,
The Bone when broken, than when made a Bride.
What hunt a Wife

On the dull Soil? Sure a ftanch Husband
Of all Hounds is the dulleft. Wilt thou never,
Never be wean'd from Cawdles and Confections?
What feminine Tale haft thou been lift'ning to
Of unair'd Shirts, Catarrhs, and Tooth-ach got
By thin-foal'd Shooes?

(Tamerl.

Row.

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Otw. Ven. Pref.

Wives, like good Subjects, who to Tyrants bow,
To Husbands, tho' unjust, long Patience owe:
They were for Freedom made, Obedience wẹ,
Courage their Virtue, ours is Chastity:
Reafon it felf in us must not be bold,
Nor decent Cuftom be by Wit control'd;
On our own Heads we defperately ftray,
And are ftill happieft the vulgar Way.
To fo perverfe 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 Pity when they feem to grieve,
Only to try how far we can forgive:
Till launching out into a Sea of Strife,
They fcorn all Pardon, and appear all Wife.

Seal.

Dryd. Auren

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WIND. Sce Eolus, Storms, Tempests.
He views with Horrour next the noify Cave,
Where with hoarfe Din imprison'd Tempefts rave';
Where clam'rous Hurricanes attempt their Flight,
Or, whirling in tumulutous Eddies, fight.

Thus rag'd the Goddefs, and with Fury fraught,
The restless Region of the Storms the fought.
Where in a spacious Cave of living Stone,
The Tyrant Eolus from his airy Throne,
With Pow'r imperial curbs the struggling Winds,
And founding Tempefts in dark Prifons binds.
This Way and that, th'impatient Captives tend,
And preffing for Releafe the Mountain rend.
High in his Hall th'undaunted Monarch ftands,
And shakes his Scepter, and their Rage commands:
Which did he not, their unrefifted 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,

Gar.

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.

Nor were those bluft'ring Brethren left at large,
On Seas and Shores their Fury to discharge:
Bound as they are, and circumfcrib'd in Place,
They rend the World refiftlefs where they pafs;
And mighty Marks of Mischief leave behind.
Such is the Rage of their tempeftuous Kind.
First Eurus to the rifing Morn is fent,
(The Regions of the balmy continent)
And Eaftern Realms, where early Perfians run
To greet the bleft Appearance of the Sun.
Weftward the wanton Zephyr wings his Flight,
Pleas'd with the Remnant of departing Light.
Fierce Boreas, with his Off-fpring iffues forth
T'invade the frozen Waggon of the North;
While frowning Aufter feeks the Southern Sphere,
And rots with endlefs Rain th'unwholfom Year.
Thus when the rival Winds their Quarrel try,
Contending for the Kingdom of the Sky:
South, Eaft, and Weft, on airy Courfers born;
The Whirlwind gathers, and the Woods are torn:
Then Nereus ftrikes the Deep, the Billows rife,

Dryd. Virg.

Dryd. Quid.

And, mix'd with Ooze and Sand, pollute the Skies. Dryd. Virg.

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