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Thus languishing, thus dying, to approach thee,
And sigh my last Adicu upon thy Bosom:
Permit me thus to fold thee in my Arms,
To press thee to my Heart, to taste thy Sweets ;
Thus pant, and thus grow giddy with Delight';
Thus for my last of Moments, gaze upon thee,
Thou beft, thou only Joy, thou loft Semantbe.

For ever I could listen, but the Gods
The cruel Gods forbid, and thus they part us.
Remember, oh! remember me, Telemachus ;
Perhaps thou wilt forget me; but no Matter :
I will be true to thee, preserve thee ever,
The sad Companion of this faithful Breast,
While Life and Thought remain : And when at last
I feel the icy Hand of Death prevail,
My Heart-strings break, and all my Senses fail,
I'll fix thy Image in my closing Eye,
Sigh thy dear Name, then lay me down and die. Ro. Uly.

They fate them down to weep, nor only Tears
Rain'd at their Eyes, but high Winds worse within,
Began to rife ; high Passions, Anger, Hate,
Miftrust, Suspicion, Discord; and shook fore
Their inward State of Mind ; calm Region once,
And full of Peace, now tost and turbulent ;
For Understanding rul'd not, and the Will
Heard not her Lore, both in Subjection now
To sensual Appetite, who from beneath,
Usurping over Sov'raign Reafon, claim'd
Superiour Sway.

Love, Anguilh, Wrath, and Grief to Madness wroughc
Dispair and fecret Shame, and conscious Thought
Of inborn Worth, his lab'ring Soul oppress'd,
Rowld in his Eyes, and rag'd within his Breast. Dryd. Virg.

Stupid he fate, his Eyes on Earth declin'd,
And various Care revolving in his Mind,
Rage boiling from the Bottom of his Breaft,
And Sorrow, mix'd with Shame, his Soul oppress'd;
And conscious Worth lay lab'ring in his Thought;
And Love, by Jealousy to Madness wrought.
By flow Degrees his Reason drove away
The Mists of Pallion, and resum'd her Sway. Dryd. Virgi

Love, Justice, Nature, Pity, and Revenge
Have kindled up a Wildfire in my Breast,
And I am all a Civil War within.
And, like a Veffel, struggling in a Storm,
Require more Hands than one to steer me upright. Dryd Span. Fry


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Thus while he spoke, each Pallion dimm'd his Face, Thrice chang'd with Pale, Ire, Envy, and Despair, Which marr'd his Visage.

Milt: Passions, like Seas, will have their Ebbs and Flows. Lee Alex.

PATIENCE. Patience in Gowards is came hopeless Fear, But in brave Minds, a Scorn of what they bear. How. Ind. Queen.

Come what come may, Patience and Time run thro' the rougheit Day. Sbak, Macé.

Men counsel, and give Comfort to that Grief
Which they themselves not feel; but tafting it,
Their Counsel turns to Paffion, which before
Would give inftrutful Med'cine unto Rage,
Fetter strong Madness in a filken Thread,
Charm Ach with Air, and Agony, with Words:

Thus it is all Mens Office to Tpeak Patience
To those that wring under the Load of Sorrow;
But no Man's Virtue nor Sufficiency
To be so moral, when he shall endure
The like himself.
Men's Griefs cry louder than Advertifement ;
And there was never yet Philosopher
That could endure the Tooth-ach paciently,
However they have writ the Style of Gods, (about nothing
And made a Pilh ac Chance and Sufferance. Shak. Macb ade

PEACE. See War.
Our Armours now may rust, our idle Scimacars
Hang by our Sides for Ornament, not Use :
Children shall beat our Atabals and Drums;
And all the noisy Trades of War no more
Shall wake the peaceful Morn:
Nor Thall Sebastian's formidable Name
Be longer us'd to lull the crying Babe.

Dryd. Don Set.
Again the Hinds may fing and plow,
And fear no Harm but from the Weather now;

Again may Tradesmen love their Pain,

By knowing now for whom they gain:
The Armour now may be hung up to Sight,
And only in the Halls the Children fright.

PEACOCK. See Creation.

A Fury crawl'd from out her Cell,
The bloodiest Minister of Death and Hell.
Huge full-gorg'd Snakes on her lean Shoulders hung,
And Death's dark Courts with their loud Hissing rung.
Her Teeth and Claws were Iron, and her Breath,
Like subterranean Damps, gave, prefent Death.


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Flames worse than Hell's shot from her bloody Eyes,
And Fire and Sword eternally the cries.
No certain Shape, no Feature regular,
No Limbs distinct in th'odious Fiend appear.
Her squallid bloated Belly did arife,
Swoln with black Gore to a prodigious Size.
Diftended vastly by a mighty Flood
Of slaughter'd Saints, and constant Martyrs Blood.
Part stood out prominent, but Part fell down,
And in a swagging Heap lay wall'wing on the Ground.
Horrour, till now the ugliest Shape esteem'd,
So much out-done, a harmless Figure seem'd.
Envy, and Hate, and Malice blush' to see
Themselves eclips'd by fuch Deformity.
Her fev'rish Thirst drinks down a Sea of Blood,
Not of the Impious, but the Just and Good;
'Gainst whom The burns with unextinguish'd Rage,
Nor can th'exhausted World her Wrath afswage.

To subdue th'unconquerable Mind,
To make one Reason have the fame Effeet
Upon all Apprehensions; to force this
Or this Man just to think as thou and I do ;
Impossible ! unless Souls, which differ
Like human Faces, were alike in all.

Row. Tamerl. PHILOSOPHER and PHILOSOPHY. Happy the Man! alone thrice happy he, Who can through gross Effects their Causes see ; Whose Courage from the Deeps of Knowledge springs, Nor vainly fears inevitable things: Bur does his Walk of Virtue calmly go, Thro' all th’Alarms of Death and Hell below.

He his Study bent
To cultivate his Mind; to learn the Laws
Of Nature, and explore their hidden Cause. Dryd, Ovid.

He, tho* from Heav'n remote, to Heav'n could move
With Strength of Mind, and tread th'Abyss above;
And penetrate with his interior Light
Those upper Depths which Nature hid from Sight.
And what he had observ'd and learnt from thence,
Lov'd in familiar Language to dispense.
The Crowd with silent Admiration stand
And heard him as they heard their God's Command ;
When he discours d of Heav'n's mysterious Laws,
The World's Original and Nature's Cause:
And what was God; and why the fleecy Snows
In Silence fell, and rattling Winds arose.

Cowl. Virg.



What shook the stedfast Earth, and whence begun
The Dance of Planets round the radiant Sun:
If Thunder was the Voice of angry Jove;
Or Clouds, with Nitre pregnant, burst above. Dryd. Ovid.

Some few, whose Lamps shone brighter, have been led
From Cause to Cause to Nature's secret Head:
And found that one first Principle must be,
But What, or Who that universal He;
Whether some Soul, incompassing this Ball,
Unmade, unmov'd, yet making, moving all;
Or various Atoms interfering Dance
Leap'd into Form, the noble Work of Chance;
Or this great All was from Eternity:
Not ev'n the Stagyrite himself could see,
And Epicurus guess'd as well as he.
As blindly grop'd they for a future State,
As rafhly judg'd of Providence and Fate.
But least of all could their Endeavours find
What most concern'd the Good of human Kind ;
For Happiness was never to be found,
But vanish'd from them like enchanted Ground.
One thought Content the Good to be enjoy'd ;
This ev'ry little Accident destroy'd:
The wiser Madmen did for Virtue toil;
A thorny, or at best a barren Soil:
In Pleasure some their glutton Souls would steep,
But found their Line too short, the Well coo deep,
And leaky Vessels, which no Bliss could keep.
Thus anxious Thoughts in endless Circles roul,
Without a Centre where to fix the Soul.
In this wild Maze their vain Endeavours end,
How can the Less the Greater comprehend ?
Or finite Reason reach Infinity ?

(Rel. Laici. For what could fathom God, were more than he. Dryd.

'Tis pleasant safely to behold from Shore
The rowling Ship, and hear the Tempest roar:
Not that another's Pain is our Delight,
But Pains unfelt produce the pleasing Sight.
'Tis pleasant also to behold from far,
The moving Legions mingled in the War:
But much more Tweet thy lab'ring Steps to guide
To Virtue's Heights, with Wisdom well supply'd,
And all the Magazines of Learning fortify'd;
From thence co look below on human Kind,
Bewilder'd in the Maze of Life, and blind.
O wretched Man! in what a Mist of Life,
Inclos'd with Dangers, and with noify Strife,





He spends his little Span ; and overfeeds

His cramm'd Desires with more than Nature needs!
For Nature wisely stints our Appetite,

And craves no more than undisturbid Delight;
• Which Minds unmix'd with Cares and Fears obtain,
A Soul serene, a Body void of Pain.
But just as Children are surpriz'd with Dread,
And tremble in the Dark; so riper Years,
Ev'n in broad Day-light, are pofTefs'd with Fears;
And shake at Shadows, fanciful and vain
As those which in the Breasts of Children reign.
These Bugbears of the Mind, this inward Hell,
No Rays of outward Sun-fhine can dispell ;
But Nature and right Reason must display

(Lutr. Their Beams abroad, and bring the darkiom Soul to Day. Dryd.

Oh! if the foolish Race of Man, who find
A Weight of Cares still pressing on their Mind,
Could find as well che Cause of this Unrest,
And all this Burden lodg'd within the Breast;
Sure they would change their Course, not live as now,
Uncertain what to wish or what to vow.
Uneafy both in Country and in Town,
They search a Place to lay their Burthen down.
One restless in his Palace walks abroad,
And vainly thinks to leave behind the Load:
But straight returns; for he's as restless there,
And finds there's no Relief in open Air;
Another to his Villa would retire,
And spurs as hard as if it were on fire ;
No sooner enter'd at his Country Door,
But he begins to stretch, and yawn, and frore,
Or seeks the City which he left before.
Thus every Man o'er-works his weary Will,
To shun himself, and to shake off his Ill;
The shaking Fit returns, and hangs upon him ftill.
No Profpe& of Repose, nor Hope of Ease;
The Wretch is ignorant of his Disease;
Which known, would all his fruitless Trouble spare,
For he would know the World not worth his Care:
Then would he search more deeply for the Caufe,
And study Nature well, and Nature's Laws.

Dryd. Lucr.
Natural Philosophy. See Country Life.
In all her Mazes Nature's Face they view'd,
And as Ihe disappear'd they still pursu'd:
Wrapt in the Shades of Night the Goddess lies,
Yet to the Learn'd unveils her dark Disguise,
But shuns the gross Access of vulgar Eyes.


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