Imatges de pàgina

For their wise Gen’ral, with foreseeing Care,
Had charg'd them not to tempt the doubtful War :
Nor, tho'provok'd, in open Fields advance ;
But close within their Lines attend their Chance.
Unwilling, yet they keep the Ariet Command ;
And sourly wait in Arms the hostile Band:

The Foe chen fac'd the Lines,
Amaz'd to find a dastard Race, that run
Behind the Rampires, and the Battel (hun.
All clad in shining Arms the Works inveft :
Each with a radiant Helm, and waving Creft.
The Trojans from above their Foes beheld,
And with arm'd Legions all the Rampiers fill'd:
Siez'd with Affright, their Gates they first explore :
Join Works to Works with Bridges ; Tow'r to Tow'r;
The Soldiers draw their Lots, and as they fall,
By Turns relieve each other on the Wall.

The Vollians bear their Shields upon their Head,
And rushing forward, form a moving Shed;
These fill the Ditch, those pull the Bulwarks down ;
Some raise the Ladders, others scale the Town.
But where void Spaces on the Walls appear,
Or thin Defence, they pour their Forces there.
With Poles and missive Weapons, from afar,
The Trojanş keep aloof the riling War.
They roul down Ribs of Rocks, an unrefifted Weight,
To break the Penthouse with the pond'rous Blow :
Which yet the pacient Volsians undergo.
But could not bear th’unequal Combat long ;
For where the Trojans find the thickest Throng,
The Ruin falls: Their scatter'd Shields give way, .
And their crush'd Heads become an easy Prey.
They shrink for Fear, abated of their Rage,
Nor longer dare in a blind Fight engage.
Contented now to gaul them from below,
With Darts and Slings, and with the distant Bow..
They blazing Pines within the Trenches threw,
Broke down the Palisades; the Trenches won,
And loud for Ladders call, to scale the Town.
The Ditch with Faggots fill'd, the daring Foe
Toss’d Firebrands to the steepy Turrets throw.

There stood a Tow'r, amazing to the Sight,
Built up of Beams, and of ftupendious Height 3
Art and the Nature of the Place, conspir'd
To furnish all the Strength that War requir'd.
To level this, the bold Italians joyn ;
The wary Trojans obviate their Delign:

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With weighty Stones o'erwhelm their Troops below,
Shoot thro' the Loopholes, and fharp Jav'lins throw.
Turnus, che Chief, toss'd from his thund'ring Hand,
Against the wooden Walls, a flaming Brand :
It stuck, the fiery Plague: The Winds were high;
The. Planks were sealon'd, and the Timber diy.
Contagion caught the Posts : It spread along,
Scorchd, and to distance drove the scatter'd Throng.
The Trojans fled; the Fire pursu'd amain,
Still gath’ring fait 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 self resound;
The dead and dying Trojans Atrew 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 same equal Ruin underwent.

Undaunted they no Danger lun;
From Wall to Wall the Shouts and Clamours run.
They bend their Bows, they whirl cheir Slings around :
Heaps of spent Arrows fall, and strew the Ground;
And Helms, and Shields, and rattling Arms resound.
The Combat chickens, like the Storm that flies
From Westward, when the show'ry Kids arise.

And now the Trojan Troops
Presuming on their Strength, the Gates unbar,
And on their own Accord invite the War.
Arm'd on the Right and on the Lefc they stand;
And flank the Passage.
In flows a Tide of Latians, when they fee
The Gace sec open and the Passage free.

But soon repuls'd they fly,
Or in the well-defended Pals they dye:

Dryd. Virg
The dreadful Businefs of the War is over;
And Slaughter, that, from yester Morn till Even,
With Giant Steps, pafs'd ftriding o'er the Field,
Besmear'd, and horrid with the Blood of Nations,
Now weary fits among the mangled Heaps,
And. Numbers o'er her Prey.

Roni. Tamerli
WAVES. See Enjoyment.
So swelling Surges with a thund'ring Roar;
Driv'n on each others Backs, insult the Shore;
Bound o'er the Rocks, incroach upon the Land,
And far upon the Beach eje&t the Sand :
Then backward with a Swing they take their Way,
Repuls'd from upper Ground, and seek their Mother Sea.



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With equal Hurry quit th'invaded Shore,

(Dryd. Virg And swallow back the Sand and Stones chey 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. Dryd. Vins

WEEPING. S:€ Funeral, Grief, Sorrow, Tears.
Her brimful Eyes that ready stood,
And only wanted Will io weep a Flood,
Releas'd cheir watry Store, and pour'd amain,
Like Clouds, lowhung, a sober Show'r of Rain :
Mute, folemn Sorrow, free from Female Noise,
Such as the Majelly of Grief destroys. Dryd. Sig. da Guij

O'er her Adonis so
Fair Venus mourn'd, and with the precious Show'r
Of her warm Tears, cherish'd the springing Flow'r.

So silver 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 lowest Deep old Father Ocean
Was heard to groan, in Pity of their Pain. Row. Ulr

She filently a gentle Tear l'er 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,
Kifs'd, as the gracious Signs of sweet 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 sweeter Grace. Blac.

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 that loads them.
While two young Virgins, on whose Arms she 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 see the Sight, stood mute when they beheld her, (Pref.
Govern'd their roaring Throats, and grumbled Pity. Otw. Vem

Dumb Sorrows fiez'd the Standers by,
The Queen above the rest, by Nature good,
The Pattern form'd of perfect Woman-hood,
For tender Pity wept ; when she began,
Through the bright Quire th'infectious Virtue ran;
All drop'd their Tears.

Dryd. Pal. Art.



The Tears ran gufhing from her Eyes, And stop'd her Speech in pompous Train of Woe. Dryd. Virg. See where the fits; and in what comely wise

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 still come to dress herself in thee. Ne'er did I yet behold such glotious Weather, As this Sun-fhine and Rain together,

Cowl; 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 Roses lodge, By the Sun's am'rous Heat to be exhai'd.

Otw. Orph. Why art thou wet with weeping, as the Earth, When vernal Jove descends 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. Row. Uly

In Palamon, a manly Grief appears, Silent he wept, alham'd to Thew 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 Bosom. Otw. Ven. Pref:

Look Emperor! this is no common Dew;
I have not wepe 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.

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

Shak, Orhel. Behold his Sorrow ftreaming from his Eyes. Dryd. Virg.

Compaffion quell'd His best of Man, and gave him up to Tears.

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

Le Oedip. Iis



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.Orple

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 Monfer. Rom.

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.

Còa3. Ola.
What hunt a Wife
On the dull Soil? Sure a stanch Husband
Of all Ilounds is the dullest. Wilt thou never,
Never be wean'd from Cawdles and Confections ?
What feminine Tale haft thou been list'ning to
Of unaird Shirts, Catarrhs, and Tooth-ach goc
By thin-soald Shooes?

Otw.Ven. Pref.
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 Chastity:
Reason it self in us must not be bold,
Nor decent Custom be by Wit contrould;
On our own Heads we desperately stray,
And are still happiest the vulgar Way.

To so perverte 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 seem to grieve,
Only to try how far we can forgive :
Till launching out into a Sea of Strife,
They scorn all Pardon, and appear all Wife. Dryd. Auren,

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