She raves against the Gods, fhe beats her Breaft,
And tears with both her Hands her purple Vest.
Anger is like

A full-hot Horfe: Allow him but his Way,
Self-Mettle tires him.

Anger, like Madness, is appeas'd by Reft.
ANT. See Creation.

Dryd, Virgi

Shak. Hen. 8. How. Ind. Queen¡

Thus in Battalia march embody'd Ants,
Fearful of Winter, and of future Wants,
T'invade the Corn; and to their Cells convey
The plunder'd Forrage of their yellow Prey.
The fable Troops, along the narrow Tracks,
Scarce bear the weighty Burthen on their Backs:
Some fet their Shoulders to the pond'rous Grain,
Some guard the Spoil, fome lafh the lagging Train:

All ply their feveral Tasks, and equal Toil fuftain. Dryd, Virg.
The little Drudge does trot about and sweat ;

Nor will he ftrait devour all he can get ;

But in his temp'rate Mouth carries it home!

A Stock for Winter, which, he knows, muft come. Cowl. Hor

ANTIQUARY. And ANTIQUITY.
It was a Question whether he

Or's Horfe were of a Family
More worshipful; till Antiquaries
(After they'd almoft por'd out their Eyes)
Did very learnedly decide

The Bus'nefs on the Horfe's Side;
And prov'd, not only Horfe, but Cows;
Nay Pigs, were of the elder House:
For Beafts, when Man was but a piece
Of Earth himself, did th'Earth poffefs.
'Tis not Antiquity, nor Author,

Hud

That makes Truth, Truth; altho' Time's Daughter, 'Twas he that put her in the Pit,

Before he pull'd her out of it.

And as he eats his Sons, just so

He feeds upon his Daughters too.
Nor does it follow, 'caufe a Herald

Can make a Gentleman, fcarce a Year old,
To be defcended from a Race
Of ancient Kings, in a small Space :
That we fhould all Opinion hold
Authentick, that we can make old.
APOLLO.

Like fair Apollo when he leaves the Frost
Of wintry Xanthus, and the Lycian Coast

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When

When to his native Delos he resorts,
Ordains the Dances, and renews the Sports:
Were painted Scythians, mix'd with Cretan Bands,
Before the joyful Altar joyn their Hands;
Himself, on Cinthus walking, fees below
The merry Madness of the facred Show.

Green Wreaths of Bays his Length of Hair inclose,
A golden Fillet binds his awful Brows;
His Quiver founds.

Me Claros, Delphos, Tenedos obey,

Thefe Hands the Patareian Sceptre fway;

The King of Gods begot me: What fhall be,
Or is, or ever was in Fate, I fee.

Mine is th'Invention of the charming Lyre,

Sweet Notes and heavenly Numbers I infpire:

Sure is my Bow, unerring is my Dart;

Dryd, Virg

Med'cine is mine: What Herbs and Simples grow

In Fields or Forrests, all their Pow'rs I know ;
And am the great Phyfician call'd below.

O Source of facred Light,

"God with the filver Bow, and golden Hair;
Whom Chryfa, Cilla, Tenedos obeys,

And whofe broad Eye their happy Soil furveys!
APOTHECARY,

I do remember an Apothecary,

Dryd. Ovid. S

and his Shop.

In tatter'd Weeds, with overwhelming Brows,
Culling of Simples; meager were his Looks,
Sharp Mifery had worn him to the Bones,
And in his needy Shop a Tortoife hung,
An Alligator ftuff'd, and other Skins
Of ill-fhap'd Fishes: And about his Shelves
A beggarly Account of empty Boxes,

Green earthen Pots, Bladders and mufty Seeds,
Remnants of Packthread, and old Cakes of Rofes,
Were thinly scatter'd to make up a Show.

Dryd. Hom

Shak. Rom. & Fut.

His Shop the gazing Vulgar's Eyes employs
With foreign Trinkets, and domestick Toys:
Here Mummies lay, moft reverendly ftale,
And there the Tortoife hung her Coat of Mail;
Not far from fome huge Shark's devouring Head,
The flying Fish their finny Pinions spread;
Aloft in Rows large Poppy-heads were ftrung,
And near a fcaly Alligator hung:

In this Place Drugs, in mufty Heaps, decay'd;
In that dry'd Bladders and drawn Teeth are laid.

APPARITION.

Gar

Behold from far a breaking Cloud appears, Which in it many winged Wariours bears a

Their

Their Glory fhoots upon my aking Senfe;

(of Inn. Thou, ftronger, may'ft endure the Flood of Light. Dryd. State The broken Cloud pours out pure Floods of Light, Show'rs of Celestial Rays, tranfcendent bright: And Storms of Splendour, dazling mortal Sight. Th'illuftrious Tempeft does on Hoel beat, Who falls aftonish'd headlong from his Seat, Confounded with unfufferable Day, Grov'ling in Glory on the fhining Way, And with bright Ruin overwhelm'd he lay.

APPLAUSE. See Popular.

Blac.

Blac

Dryd. Virg.

The Heav'ns around with Acclamations rung, And loud Applaufes of the shouting Throng. Shouts of Applaufe ran ringing thro' the Field. Caps, Hands, and Tongues applaud it to the Skies.Shak.Haml. The fhouting Cries

Of the pleas'd People rend the vaulted Skies.

The Fields around with Io Peans ring,

And Peals of Shouts applaud the conqu'ring King. Dryd. Virg. Shouts from the fav'ring Multitude arise,

Applauding Echo to the Shouts replies:

(Dryd. Virg.

Shouts, Wishes, and Applaufe run rattling thro' the Skies.

The hollow Abyss

Heard far and wide, and all the Hoft of Hell
With deaf'ning Shout return them foud Acclaim.
Such Murmur fill'd

Th'Affembly, as when hollow Rocks retain
The Sound of bluft'ring Winds, which all Night long
Had rowz'd the Sea, now with hoarfe Cadence lull
Seafaring Men o'er-watch'd; whofe Bark by chance
Or Pinnace anchors in a craggy Bay,
After the Tempeft: Such Applaufe was heard.
Such a Noife ȧrofe

As the Shrowds make at Sea in a stiff Tempeft,
As loud, and to as many Tunes: Hats, Cloaks,
Doublets, I think, flew up; and had their Faces
Been loofe, this Day they had been loft.

As the Sound of Waters deep,
Hoarfe Murmur echo'd to his Words Applause.
ARCHERS. See Arrow, Bow.
A flutt'ring Dove to the Maft's Top they tie
The living Mark at which their Arrows fly:
The Rival Archers in a Line advance ;
Then all with Vigour bend their trusty Bows,
And from the Quiver each his Arrow chofe.
Hippocoon's was the firft; with forceful Sway
It flew, and whizzing; cut the liquid Way

Milt

Milt.

Shak. Hen. 8.

Milt

Fix'd

Fix'd in the Maft, the feather'd Weapon ftands;
The fearful Pidgeon flutters in her Bands:
And the Tree trembled.

Then Mneftheus to the Head his Arrow drove,
With lifted Eyes, and took his Aim above;
But made glancing Shot, and mifs'd the Dove:
Yet mifs'd fo narrow, that he cut the Cord,
Which faften'd by the Foot the flitting Bird.
The Captive thus releas'd, away fhe flies,
And beats, with clapping Wings, the yielding Skies.
His Bow already bent, Euryalus stood;
His winged Shaft with eager hafte he fped;
The fatal Meffage reach'd her as she fled :

She leaves her Life aloft, she strikes the Ground,
And renders back the Weapon in the Wound.
Aceftes, grudging at his Lot, remains
Without a Prize to gratify his Pains ;

Yet, fhooting upwards, fends his Shaft to show
An Archer's Art, and boaft his twanging Bow.
Chaf'd by the Speed, it fir'd, and as it flew,
A Trail of foll'wing Flames afcending drew.
Kindling they mount, and mark the fhiny Way;
Across the Skies, as falling Meteors, play,
And vanish into Wind, or in a Blaze decay.
ARGU S.

The Head of Argus, as with Stars the Skies,

Was compafs'd round, and wore a Hundred Eyes:
But Two by Turns their Lids in Slumber fteep;
The reft on Duty ftill their Station keep :
Nor could the total Conftellation sleep.
Him Hermes flew ;

Dryd. Virg.

And all his Hundred Eyes, with all their Light,
Are clos'd at once in One perpetual Night.
Thefe Juno takes, that they no more may fail,
And spreads them in her Peacock's gaudy Tail.
ARMS or ARMOUR.
He fheath'd his Limbs in Arms, a temper'd Mafs
Of golden Metal thofe, and Mountain-Brafs.

He admires

See Battle.

The crefted Helm that vomits radiant Fires:

His Hands the fatal Sword and Corflet hold;

Dryd. Ovid.

One keen with temper'd Steel, one ftiff with Gold:

Both ample, flaming both, and beamy bright.

So fhines a Cloud, when edg'd with adverfe Light. Dryd. Virg. Refulgent Arms appear,

Redd'ning the Skies, and glitt'ring all around,

The temper'd Metals clash, and yield a filver Sound. Dryd.Virg.

The

The Briton's Arms thus fhone exceffive bright,
Darted keen Glances, and uneafie Light,
And tho' their Glory pleas'd, it pain'd the Sight.
All arm'd in Brafs, the richest Dress of War;
A frightful glorious Sight he fhone from far.
A Wolf grinn'd horribly upon his Head,

And o'er his brawny Back a Leopard's Hide was fpread. "
He girt his mighty Fauchion to his Side,

Which hung across his Thigh with fearful Pride.
Shields, Arms, and Spears flash horribly from far,

And the Fields glitter with a waving War.

Blac.

Cow!.

Blac.

Dryd. Virg.

Spears, Helmets, Mufquets with the Sun-beams play,
Their flashing Glances thro' the Field convey,
And bandy to an fro reverberated Day.

Blac.

Their Swords, their Armour, and their Eyes fhot Flame.
He on the Plain in radiant Armour fhone,

His polish'd Helm opprefs'd the dazled Sight,
And fhone on high like a huge Globe of Light.
His Coat of Mail was on his Shoulders caft,
And golden Cuifhes his vaft Thighs encas'd.
The Pieces round his Legs Gold Buttons ty'd,
And his broad Sword hung dreadful by his Side;
Which, when drawn out, like a destructive Flame
Of Lightning from the ample Scabbard came.

Like a huge Beacon lighted in the Air,
His Buckler flam'd, denouncing horrid War.
In his Right Hand he shakes his pond'rous Lance.

His Back and Breaft

Well-temper'd Steel and fcaly Brafs inveft.
The Cuishes which his brawny Thighs infold,
Were mingled Metal damask'd o'er with Gold.
His faithful Fauchion fits upon his Side,
Nor Cafque nor Creft his manly Features hide.

(Creech. Luc.

Blac.

Blac.

Dryd. Virg.

O'er his broad Breaft an Ox's Hide was thrown,

His Helm a Wolf, whofe gaping Jaws were fpread

A Cov'ring for his Cheeks, and grinn'd around his Head.
He clench'd within his Hand an Iron Prong,

And tower'd above the reft, confpicuous in the Throng. Dryd.

A Lion's Hide he wears,

About his Shoulders hangs the fhaggy Skin;

(Virg.

Dryd. Virg.

Some march before their Troops in dreadful Pride,

The Teeth and gaping Jaws feverely grin.

Arm'd with a rav'ning Lion's griefly Hide :

The fhaggy Back was o'er their Shoulders fpread,

With formidable Grace; and on their Head
The tawny Terror grinn'd with open Jaws,

And cross the Breaft were lapp'd the hideous Paws.

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