O'erwearied, or with pale Fear furpriz'd,
Fled ignominious.

Now Night her Course began,
And grateful Truce impos'd,

And Silence on the odious Din of War.

BEAR. See Deformity.

The Cubs of Bears a living Lump appear,
When whelp'd, and no determin'd Figure wear :
Their Mother licks 'em into Shape, and gives
As much of Form, as the herself receives.

Milt

Dryd. Ovid.

BEAUTY. See Eyes, Fair, Looks, Love.
Beauty, thou wild fantaftick Ape,
Who do'ft in ev'ry Country change thy Shape:

Here Black, there Brown, here Tawny, and there White :
Thou Flatt'rer, who comply'ft with ev'ry Sight.
Who haft no certain what, nor where;

Cowl.

Dryd. Pal. & Arc.

But vary'ft ftill, and do'ft thy felf declare
Inconftant as thy She Profeffors are.
The Gaufe of Love can never be affign'd,
'Tis in no Face, but in the Lover's Mind.
Beauty is feldom fortunate when great;
A vaft Eftate, but over-charg'd with Debt.
Beauty, like Ice, our Footing does betray:
Who can tread fure on the fmooth flipp'ry Way?
Pleas'd with the Paffage we flide swiftly on,
And fee the Dangers which we cannot shun.

Dryd. Auren.

For Beauty, like White Powder, makes no Noife, And yet the filent Hypocrite destroys.

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Beauty with a bloodlets Conqueft finds,
A welcome Sov'raignty in rudeft Minds.
Beauty, thou art a fair, but fading Flow'r,
The tender Prey of every coming Hour:
In Youth, thou, Comet-like, art gaz'd upon,
But art portentous to thy felf alone:
Unpunish'd thou to few wert ever given,

Dryd. Auren.

Clear.

Wall.

Nor art a Bleffing, but a Mark from Heaven: Sedl. Ant.& Cleop.
Merab the First, Michael the younger nam'd:

Both equally for diff'rent Glories fam'd:
Merab with fpacious Beauty fill'd the Sight;
But too much Awe chaftis'd the bold Delight.
Like a calm Sea, which to th'enlarged View,
Gives Pleasure, but gives Fear and Rev'rence too
Michael's fweet Looks clear and free Joys did move,
And no less strong, tho' much more gentle Love:
Like virtuous Kings, whom Men rejoyce t'obey;.
Tyrants themselves lefs abfolute than they.
Merab appear'd like fome fair Princely Tow'r
Michael, fome Virgin Queen's delicious Bow'r.

All

All Beauties ftrove in little and in great,
But the contracted Brows fhot fierceft Heat.

From Merab's Eyes, fierce and quick Lightnings came;
From Michal's; the Sun's mild, yet active Flame.
Merab, with comely Majefty and State;

Bore high th' Advantage of her Worth and Fate.
Such humble Sweetnefs did foft Michal fhew,
That none who reach fo high e'er stoop fo low,
Merab rejoyc'd in her rack'd Lover's Pain,
And fortify'd her Virtue with Difdain:

The Grief she gave, gave gentle Michal Grief;
She wish'd her Beauties lefs for their Relief.

CLEOPATRA in her GALLY.

Her Gally down the filver Cydnos row'd,

The tackling Silk, the Streamers wav'd with Gold:
The gentle Winds were lodg'd in purple Sails :

Her Nymphs, like Nereids, round her Couch were plac'd,
Where fhe, another Sea-born Venus, lay.

She lay, and lean'd her Cheek upon her Hand,
And caft a Look fo languishingly fweet,

As if fecure of all Beholders Hearts,

Neglecting the could take 'em. Boys, like Cupids,
Stood fanning with their painted Wings the Winds
That play'd about her Face: But if the fmil'd,
A darting Glory feem'd to blaze abroad,
That Mens defiring Eyes were never weary'
But hung upon the Object. To foft Flutes

The filver Oars kept Time; and while they play'd,
The Hearing gave new Pleasure to the Sight,

And both to Thought. 'Twas Heav'n or fomewhat more!
For the fo charm'd all Hearts, that gazing Crouds
Stood panting on the Shore, and wanted Breath
To give their welcome Voice,

(Dryd. All for Love, and Shak. Ant. & Cleop Her Eyes have Pow'r beyond Theffalian Charms To draw the Moon from Heav'n: For Eloquence, The Sea-green Syrens taught her Voice their Flatt'ry, And while fhe fpeaks Night fteals upon the Day, Unmark'd of thofe that hear! Then the's fo charming, Age buds at fight of her, and fwells to Youth: The holy Priefts gaze on her when the fmiles, And with heav'd Hands, forgetting Gravity, They bless her wanton Eyes: Ev'n I, who hate her, With a malignant Joy behold fuch Beauty, And, while I curfe, defire it.

Dryd. All for Love (Spoken of Cleopatra, by Ventidius.

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Is the not

As harmless as a Turtle of the Woods?
Fair as the Summer Beauty of the Fields?
As op'ning Flowers untainted yet with Winds?
The Pride of Nature, and the Joy of Senfe?

Otw. Cai, Mar.

The Bloom of op'ning Flow'rs, unfully'd Beauty, Softnefs and sweetest Innocence she wears;

Row. Fair Pen.

And looks like Nature in the World's firft Spring, Row. Tamerl.
Is fhe not more than Painting can exprefs,
Or youthful Poets fancy when they love?
A lavish Planet reign'd when she was born,
And made her of fuch kindred Mould to Heaven,
She feems more Heav'n's than ours.

Is the not brighter than a Summer's Morn,
When all the Heav'n is ftreak'd with dappled Fires,
And fleck'd with Blufhes, like a rifled Maid?

Belinda's fparkling Wit and Eyes,

United, caft fo fierce a Light,

As quickly flashes, quickly dies,

Dryd. Oedip.

Lee D. of Guife.

Wounds not the Heart, but burns the Sight.

Love is all Gentleness, all Joy,

Smooth are his Looks, and foft his Pace:

Her Cupid is a Black-guard Boy,

That runs his Link full in your Face.

Mark her majestick Fabrick! She's a Temple,
Sacred by Birth, and built by Hands divine:
Her Soul's the Deity that lodges there;
Nor is the Pile unworthy of the God.

Oh fhe has Beauty might enfnare

Dorf.

Dryd. Don Seb.

A Conqueror's Soul, and make him leave his Crown
At Random, to be fcuffled for by Slaves.

Otw. Cai, Mar.

Oh fhe has Beauty that might fhake the Leagues
Of mighty Kings, and fet the World at odds.

Her Beauties Charms alone, without her Crown,
From Ind and Meroe drew the diftant Vows
Of fighing Kings; and at her Feet were laid
The Sceptres of the Earth, expos'd on Heaps,
To chufe where fhe would reign.

Otw. Orph.

Dryd. All for Love

Behold her ftretch'd upon a flow'ry Bank,
With her foft Sorrows lull'd into a Slumber;
The Summer's Heat had to her natʼral Blush
Added a brighter and more tempting Red :
The Beauties of her Neck, and naked Breafts,
Lifted by inward Starts. did rife and fall
With Motion that might put a Soul in Statues :
The matchlefs Whitenefs of her folded Arms,
That feem'd t'embrace the Body whence they grew,
Fix'd me to gaze o'er all that Field of Love,

Whil

While to my ravifh'd Eyes officious Winds,
Waving her Robes, difplay'd fuch well-turn'd Limbs
As Artifts would in polish'd Marble give
The wanton Goddefs, when fupinely laid,
She charms her gallant God to new Enjoyment.

Lee Mithr

But oh! what Thought can paint that fair Perfection;

Not Sea-born Venus, in the Courts beneath,
When the green Nymphs firft kifs'd her coral Lips,
All polifh'd, fair, and wafh'd with orient Beauty,
Could in my dazling Fancy match her Brightness.
Her Legs, her Arms, her Hands, her Neck, her Breasts,
So nicely fhap'd, fo matchlefs in their Luftre,
Such all Perfection, that I took whole Draughts
Of killing Love, and ever fince have languish'd
With ling ring Surfeits of her fatal Beauty.

No beauteous Bloffom of the fragrant Spring,
Tho' the fair Child of Nature newly born,
Can be fo lovely.

Not purple Vi'lets in the early Spring,
Such graceful Sweets, fuch tender Beauties bring;
The orient Blufh which does her Cheeks adorn,
Makes Coral pale, vies with the rofy Morn.
Cupid has ta'en a Surfeit from her Eyes,
Whene'er she smiles in lambent Fire he fries,
And when the weeps, in Pearls diffolv'd he dies.

Lee Theod

Otw. Orph.

Lee Nere.

Those heav'nly Attracts of yours, your Eyes,
And Face, that all the World furprize,
Do dazle all that look upon ye,

And scorch all other Ladies twany.
BEES. See Creation.

Of all the Race of Animals, alone

The Bees have common Cities of their own,

And common Sons: Beneath one Law they live,
And with one common Stock their Traffick drive;
Each has a certain Home, a fev'ral Stall:

All is the State's, the State provides for all:
Mindful of coming Cold they fhare the Pain,
And hoard for Winter's ufe the Summer's Gain.
Some o'er the publick Magazines prefide,
And fome are fent new Forrage to provide:
Thefe drudge in Fields abroad, and those at home
Lay deep Foundations for the labour'd Comb,
With Dew, Narciffus-Leaves, and clammy Gum.
To pitch the waxen Flooring fome contrive
Some nurfe the future Nation of the Hive:

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Sweet

Sweet Honey fome condenfe; fome purge the Grout;
The reft in Cells apart the liquid Nectar fhut.
All, with united Force, combine to drive
The lazy Drones from the laborious Hive.
With Envy ftung, they view each other's Deeds:
With Diligence the fragrant Work proceeds.
Studious of Honey, each in his Degree;
The youthful Swain, the grave experienc'd Bee:
That in the Field, this in Affairs of State
Employ'd at home, abides within the Gate;
To fortify the Combs, to build the Wall,
To prop the Ruins, left the Fabrick fall.
But late at Night, with weary Pinions, come
The lab'ring Youth, and heavy laden home.
Plains, Meads, and Orchards all the Day he plies,
The Gleans of yellow Thyme diftend his Thighs:
He'fpoils the Saffron Flow'rs; he fips the Blues
Of Vi'lets, Wilding Blooms, and Willow Dews.
Their Toil is common, common is their Sleep;
They fhake their Wings when Mcrn begins to peep;
Ruth thro' the City Gates without Delay,
Nor ends their Work but with declining Day.
Thus, having fpent the laft Remains of Light,
They give their Bodies due Repofe at Night:
When hollow Murmurs of their Ev'ning Bells
Difmifs the fleepy Swains, and toll 'em to their Cells.
When once in Bed their weary Limbs they fteep,
No buzzing Sounds difturb their golden Sleep:
'Tis facred Silence all! Nor dare they stray
When Rain is promis'd, or a ftormy Day;
But near the City Walls their Wat'ring take,
Nor forrage far, but fhort Excurfions make.
And as when empty Barks on Billows float,
With fandy Ballast Sailors trim the Boat;
So Bees bear Gravel-Stones, whofe poifing Weight
Steers thro' the whistling Winds their fteady Flight.
But what's more ftrange; their modeft Appetites,
Averfe from Venus, fly the nuptial Rites.

No Luft enervates their heroick Mind;
Nor wastes their Strength on wanton Womankind:
But in their Mouths refide their genial Pow'rs,
-They gather. Children from the Leaves and Flow'rs.
And oft on Rocks their tender Wings they tear,
And fink be near the Burthen which they bear;
Such Rage of Honey in their Bofom beats,
And fuch a Zeal they have for Aow'ry Sweets.
Thus tho' the Race of Life they quickly run,