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All Beauties strove in little and in great,
But the contracted Brows shoc fiercest Heat.
From Merab's Eyes, fierce and quick Lightnings came;
From Michal's; the Sun's mild, yet a&tive Flame.
Merab; with comely Majesty and State;
Bore high th’Advantage of her Worch and Fate.
Such humble Sweetness did soft Michal shew,
That none who reach fo high e'er stoop so low,
Merab rejoyc’d in her rack'd Lover's Pain;
And fortify'd her Virtue with Disdain:
The Grief she gave, gave gentle Michal Grief;
She wilh'd her Beauties less for their Relief.
CLEOPATRA in ber GALI Y.
Her Gally down the silver Cydnos row'd,
The tackling Silk, the Streamers way'd with Gold:
The gentle Winds were lodg’d in purple Sails :
Her Nymphs, like Nereids; round her Couch were placd,
Where she, another Sea-born Venus, lay:
She lay, and lean'd her Cheek upon her Hand,
And cast a Look so languishaingly sweet,
Asif securë 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 fmild,
A darting Glory seem'd to blaze abroad,
That Mens defiring Eyes were never weary'd,
But hung upon the Object. To soft Fluces
The silver Oars kept Time ; and while they play'd,
The Hearing gave new Pleasure to the Sight,
And both to Thought. 'Twas Heav'n or somewhat more!
For she so 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. Cloop Her Eyes have Pow'r beyond Thessalian Charms To draw the Moon from Heav'n: For Eloquence, The Sea-green Syrens taught her Voice their Flatt'ry, And while she speaks Night steals upon the Day, Unmark'd of those that hear! Then she's so charming, Age buds at fight of her, and swells to Youth: The holy Priests gaze on her when she smiles, 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 curse, desire it.
Dryd. All for Love (Spoken of Cleopatra, by Ventidius.
Is she not As harmless as a Turtle of the Woods ? Fair as che Summer Beauty of the Fields? As op'ning Flowers untainted yet with Winds? The Pride of Nature, and the Joy of Sense ? Otw.Cwi, Mar,
The Bloom of op'ning Flow'rs, unfully'd Beauty, Softness and sweetest Innocence she wears ; And looks like Nature in the World's first Spring. Rom. Tamerl.
Is she not more than Painting can express, Or youthful Poets fancy when
they love? Row, Fair Pen. A Javilh Planet reign'd when she was born, And made her of such kindred Mould to Heaven, She seems more Heav'n's than ours.
Is she not brighter than a Summer's Morn,
When all the Heav'n is streak’d with dappled Fires,
And fleck’d with Blushes, like a rifled Maid? Lee D. of Guise.
Belinda's sparkling Wit and Eyes,
United, cait fo fierce a Light,
As quickly flashes, quickly dies,
Wounds not the Heart, but burns the Sight.
Love is all Gentleness, all Joy,
Smooth are his Looks, and soft 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.
Dryd. Don Set
Oh she has Beauty might ensnare
A Conqu'ror's Soul, and make him leave his Crown
At Random, to be scuffled for by Slaves. Olw. Cei, Mar
Oh she has Beauty that might shake the Leagues
Of mighty Kings, and set the World at odds. Otw. Orpa
Her Beauties Charms alone, without her Crown,
From Ind and Meroe drew the distant Vows
Of fighing Kings; and at her Feet were laid
The Sceptres of the Earth, expos'd on Heaps,
To chuse where she would reign.
Dryd. All for Lon
Behold her stretch'd upon a flow'ry Bank,
With her soft Sorrows lull'd into a Slumber;
The Summer's Heat had to her nac'ral Blush
Added a brighter and more tempting Red :
The Beauties of her Neck, and naked Breafts,
Lifted by inward Starts, did rise and fall
With Motion that might put a Soul in Statues :
The matchless Whiteness of her folded Arms,
That seem'd t'embrace the Body whence they grew,
Fix'd me to gaze o'er all that Field of Love,
While to my ravish'd Eyes officious Winds,
Waving her Robes, display'd such well-turn'd Limbs
As Artists would in polish'd Marble give
The wanton Goddels, when supinely laid,
She charms her gallant God to new Enjoyment. Lee Mithra
But oh! what Thought can paint that fair Perfections
Nor Sea-born Venus, in the Courts beneath,
When the green Nymphs first kiss'd her coral Lips,
All polish'd, fair, and wash'd with orient Beauty,
Could in my dazling Fancy match her Brightness.
Her Legs, her Arms, her Hands, her Neck, her Breasts
So nicely shap'd, fo matchless in their Lustre,
Such all Perfe&tion, that I took whole Draughts
Of killing Love, and ever since have languish'd
With ling'ring Surfeits of her fatal Beauty.
No beauteous Blossom of the fragrant Spring,
Tho' the fair Child of Nature newly born,
Can be so lovely.
Not purple Vi'lets in the early Spring,
Such graceful Sweets, such render Beauties bring;
The orient Blush 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 she weeps, in Pearls dissolv'd he dies. Lee Nero.
Those heav'nly Attracts of yours, your Eyes,
And Face, that all the World surprize,
Do dazle all that look upon yé,
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 Tev'ral Stall:
All is the State's, the State provides for all :
Mindful of coming Gold they share the Pain,
And hoard for Winter's use the Summer's Gain,
Some o'er the publick Magazines preside;
And some are sent new Forrage to provide :
These drudge in Fields abroad, and those ac home
Lay deep Foundations for the labour'd Comb,
With Dew, Narcisiv-Leaves, and clammy Gum.
To pitch the waxen Flooring some contrivey
Some nurse the future Nation of the Hive :
Sweet Honey fome condense ; some purge the Grout ;
The rest in Cells apart the liquid Ne&a: shut.
All, with united Force, combine to drive
The lazy Drones from the laborious Hive.
With Envy Itung, 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, lest 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 difend his Thighs :
He'fpoils the Saffron Flow'rs; he lips the Blues
Of Vilets, Wilding Blooms, and Willow Dews.
Their Toil is common, common is their Sleep;
They shake their Wings when Mcrn begins to peep;
Ruth thro' the City Gates without Delay,
Nor ends their work but with declining Day.
Thus, having spent the Jast Remains of Light,
They give their Bodies due Repose at Night:
When hollow Murmurs of their Ev’ning Bells
Dismiss the sleepy Swains, and toll’em to their Cells.
When once in Bed their weary Limbs they steep, - No buzzing Sounds disturb their golden Sleep :
'Tis facred Silence all! Nor dare they stray
When Rain is promis’d, or a stormy Day ;
But near the City Walls their Wat'ring take,
Nor forrage far, but short Excursions make.
And as when empty Barks on Billows float,
With fandy Ballast Sailors trim the Boat;
So Bees bear Gravel-Scones, whose poiling Weight
Steers thro' the whistling Winds their steady Flight.
But what's more strange ; their modest Appetites,
Averse from Venus, fly the nuptial Rices.
No Luft enervates their heroick Mind;
Nor wastes their Strength on wanton Womankind:
But in their Mouths refide their genial Pow'rs,
They gacher. Children from the Leaves and Flow'rs.
And oft on Rocks their tender Wings they tear,
And sink b: nearly the Burthen which they bear :
Such Rage of Horcy in their Bosom beats,
And such a Zeal they have for Aow'ry Sweets.
Thus tho'the Race of Life they quickly run,
Which in the Space of Seven short Years is done,
Th'immortal Line in fure Succession reigns;
The Fortune of the Family remains,
And Grandfires Grandsons the long Lifts contains.
But if intestine Broils alarm the Hive,
(For Two Pretenders oft for Empire strive,)
The Vulgar in divided Fa&tions jar,
And murm'ring Sounds proclaim the civil War.
Inflam'd with Ire, and trembling with Disdain,
Scarce can their Limbs their mighty Souls contain.
With Shouts the Coward's Courage they excite,
And martial Clangors call 'em out to fight.
With hoarse Alarms the hollow Camp rebounds,
That imitates the Trumpets angry Sounds :
Then to their common Standard they repair,
The nimble Horsemen scour the Fields of Air;
In Form of Battle drawn, they issue forth,
And ev'ry Knight is proud to prove his Worth.
Prest for their country's Honour, and their King's,
On their sharp, Beaks they whet their pointed Stings,
And exercise their Arms, and tremble with their Wings.
Full in the Midst the haughty Monarchs ride,
The trusty Guards come up, and close the Side :
With Shouts the daring Foe to Battle is defy'd.
Thus in the Season of unclouded Spring,
To War they follow their undaunted King;
Croud thro' their Gates, and in the fields of Light
The shocking Squadrons meet in mortal Fight.
Headlong they fall from high, and wounded wound,
And Heaps of slaughter'd Soldiers bite the Ground.
Hard Hailstones lie not thicker on the Plain,
Nor shaken Oaks such Show'rs of Acorns rain.
With gorgeous Wings, the Marks of Soy'raign Sway,
The Two contending Princes make their Way:
Intrepid thro' the Midst of Dangers go ;
Their Friends incourage, and amaze the Foe.
With mighty Souls in narrow Bodies pressid,
They challenge and encounter Breaft to Breast.
So fix'd on Fame, unknowing how to fly,
And obstinately bent to win or dye ;
That long the doubtful Combat they maintain,
Till one prevails, for one can only reign.
Yet all these dreadful Deeds, this deadly Fray
A Gast of scatter'd Duft will soon allay,
And undecided leave the Fortune of the Day..
With ease distinguish'd is the regal Race ;
One Monarch wears an open honest Face,