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The lighter straight command with equal Pride,
And on mad Whirlwinds in wild Triumph ride :
None long submits to a superior Pow'r ;
Each yields, and in his Turn is Conquerour.
S AT A N's Passage thro' Chaos.
The wary Fiend stood on the Brink of Hell,
And look'd awhile into this wild Abyss,
Pond'ring his Voyage ; for no narrow Frith
He had to cross : Nor was his Ear less peal'd
With Noises loud and ruinous (to compare
Great things with small) than when Bellona storms
With all her batt'ring Engines, bent to raze
Some Capital City; or less than if this Frame
Of Heav'n were falling, and these Elements
In Mutiny had from her Axle torn
The stedfast Earth. At last his Sail-broad Vans
He spreads for Flight, and in the surging Smoke
Uplifted spurns the Ground : Thence many a League,
As in a cloudy Chair ascending, rides
Audacious; but that Seat soon failing, meets
A vast Vacuity: All unawares,
Flutt'ring his Penons vain, plumb down he drops
Ten thousand Fathom deep; and to this Hour
Down had been falling, had not by ill Chance
The strong Rebuff of some tumultuous Cloud,
Instine with Fire and Nitre, hurry'd him
As many Miles aloft: That Fury staid,
Quench'd in a boggy Syrtis, neither Sea
Nor good dry Land. Nigh founder'd, on he fares,
Treading the crude Consistence, half on foot
Half flying; behoves him now boch Oar and Sail:
As when a Gryphon, thro' the Wilderness
With winged Course o'er Hill or moary Dale,
Pursues the Arimaspian, who by stealth
Had from his wakeful Custody purloin'd
The guarded Gold; so eagerly the Fiend
O'er Bog or Steep, thro' ftrait, rough, dense, or rare,
With Head, Hands, Wings, or Feet pursues his Way,
And swims or finks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
At length a universal Hubbub wild
Of stunning Sounds, and Voices all confus'd,
Born thro' the hollow Dark, assaults his Ear
With loudest Vehemence: When strait behold the Throne
Of Chaes, and his dark Pavilion spread
Wide on the wasteful Deep : With him enthron’d
Sate fable-vested Night, eldest of things,
The Confort of his Reign; and by them stood
Orchus and Ades, and the dreaded Name
Of Demogorgon: Rumour next, and Chance,
And Tumult and Confusion all embroil'd,
And Discord, with a thousand various Mouths.
Springs upward like a Pyramid of Fire
Into the wild Expanse ; and thro' the Shock
Of fighting Elements, on all Sides round
Environ'd, wins his way.
At last the sacred Influence
Of Light appears, and from the Walls of Heav'n
Shoots far into the Bosom of dim Night
A glimm'ring Dawn: Here Nature first begins
Her farthest Verge, and Chaos to retire,
As from her outmost Works, a broken Foe,
With Tumult less, and with less hostile Din ;
That Satan with less Toil, and now wirh Ease
Wafts on the calmer Wave by dubious Light;
And, like a Weather-beaten Vessel, holds
Gladly the Port, tho' Shrowds and Tackle torn.
Voyag'd th'unreal, vast, unbounded Delp
Of horrible Confusion;
And throw the palpable Obscure toil'd out
His uncouth Paffage, spreading his airy Flight,
Upborn with indefatigable Wings,
Over the vast Abrupt, compell to ride
Th’untractable Abyss, plung'd in the Womb
Of unoriginal Night, and Chaos wild.
CHAPLAIN. See Priest.
Bold Eritthonius was the first that joyn'd
Four Horses for the rapid Race design'd,
And o'er the dusty Wheels presiding fate :
The Lapitke to Chariots add the State
Of Bits and Bridles ; taught the Steed to bound,
To run the Ring, and trace the mazy Ground;
To stop, to fly, the Rules of War to know,
T'obey the Rider, and to dare the Foe.
Haft thou beheld when from the Goal they part ;
The youthful Charioteers with heaving Heart,
Rurk to the Race, and panting scarcely bear
Th’Extreams of feav'rish Hope and chilling Fear,
Stoop to the Reins, and Jafh with all their Force;
The flying Chariots kindle in the Course.
And now alow, and now aloft they fly,
As born thro' Air, and seem to touch the Sky:
No Stop, no Stay; but Clouds of Sand arise.
Spurn'd, and cast backward on the Foll’wers Eyes :
The hindmost blows the Foam upon the first,
Such is the Love of Praise, an honourable Thirft. Dryd. Virg.
So Four fierce Coursers, starting to the Race,
Scour thro' the Plain, and lengthen ev'ry Pace:
Nor Reins, nor Curbs, nor threat'ning Cries they fear,
But force along the trembling Charioteer.
Behold a Charnel-House,
O'er-cover'd quite with dead Mens ratling Bones,
With reeky Shanks, and yellow chapless Skulls.
(Shak. Rom. Low Jul.
CH A RON.
Upon the gloomy Banks of Acheron,
Whose troubled Eddies, thick with Ooze and Clay,
Are whirl'd aloft, and in Cocytrus lost,
Old Charon stands, who rules the dreary Coast;
A sordid God! Down from his hoary Chin
A Length of Beard descends, uncomb'd, unclean :
His Eyes like hollow Furnaces on fire :
A Girdle foul with Grease binds his obscene Attire.
He spreads his Canvas; with his Pole he steers;
The Frights of fitting Ghosts in his chin Bottom bears :
Me look'd in Years; Yet in his Years were seen
A youthful Vigour, and autumnal Green. Dryd. Virg.
C HEAT. See Coward.
Doubtless the Pleasure is as great,
Of being cheated, as to cheat.
As Lookers-on feel most Delight,
That least perceive the Juggler's Slight;
And still the less they understand,
The more admire the Slight of Hand.
For the dull World most Honour pay to those,
Who on their Understanding most impose.
First Man creates, and then he fears the Elf:
Thus others cheat him not, but he himself.
He loaths the Substance, and he loves the Show;
He hates Realities, and hugs the Cheat,
And still the only Pleasure's the Deceit.
So Meteors flatter with a dazling Dye,
Which no Existence has but in the Eye.
At distance Prospects please us, but when near,
We find but defart Rocks and fleeting Air:
From Stratagem to Stratagem we run,
And he knows most, who latest is undone.
An honest Man may take a Knave's Advice,
But Ideots only will be couzen'd Twice :
Once warn'd is well bewar'd. Dryd. the Cock and the Fox.
There with like Haftę to several Ways they run,
Some to undo, and some to be undone.
While Luxury and Wealth, like War and Peace,
Are each the other's Ruin and Increase:
As Rivers lost in Seas, some secret Vein
Thence re-conveys, there to be lost again.
Behold a Cliff, whose high and bending Head
Looks dreadful down upon the roaring Deep:
And dizzy 'tis to caf one's Eyes so low.
The Crows and Choughs that wing the mid-way Air
Shew scarce fo grofs as Beetles: Half-way down
Hangs one that gathers Samphire : Dreadful Trade!
The Fishermen that walk upon the Beach
Appear like Mice; and yon tall anch'ring Bark
Seems lefsen'd to her Gock, her Cock a Buoy
Almost too small for Sight. The murm'ring Surge
Cannot be heard so high.
'Shak. K. Lear,
As from some steep and dreadful Precipice,
The frighted Traveller cafts down his Eyes,
And f:es the Ocean at so great a Distance,
It looks as if the Skies were sunk beneath him.
If then some neighb'ring Shrub, how weak foc'er,
Pep up, his willing Eyes ftop gladly there,
And seem to ease themselves, and rest upon it. Dryd. Riv. Lado
As one condemn'd to leap a Precipice,
Who fees before his Eyes the Depth below,
Stops short, and looks about for some kind Shrub
To break his dreadful Fall.
Dryd. Span. Fry. CLOUDS Sie Deluge, Storm, Tempest, Thunder, Wind.
Not one kind Star was kindled in the Sky,
Nor could the Moon her borrow'd Lighe supply:
For misty Clouds involu'd the Firmanient,
The Stars were muffled and the Moon was pent.
Dryd. Virg. Mark what collected Night involves the Skies. Dryd. Virg.
O'erspreading Mists th'extinguith'd Sun-beams drown,
Dark Clouds o'er all the black Horizon frown,
And hang their deep hydropick Bellies down.
The low'ring Clouds, that dip themfelves in Rain,
To inike their Fleeces on the Earthi again. Dryd. Ind. Emp
The Wrack of Clouds is driving on the Wind, And shews a Break of Sunshine.
Dryd. D. of Guise.
When on their March embatteld Clouds appear,
What formidable Gloom their Faces wear?
How wide their Eront? How deep and black their Rear ?
How do their threat'ning Heads each other throng?
How flow the crowding Legions move along?
The Winds with all their Wings can scarcely bear,
Th'oppreffive Burden of th'impending War.
COCK. See Creation, Sleep.
Within this Homestead liv'd, without a Peer
For crowing loud, the noble Chanticleer,
So hight the Cock, whose singing did surpass
The merry Notes of Organs at the Mass.
More certain was the crowing of this Cock
To number Hours, than is an Abbey-Clock;
And sooner than the Mattin-Bell was rung,
He clap'd his Wings upon his Rooft and sung.
High was his Comb, and Coral-red withal,
In Dents imbattel'd, like a Castle-Wall:
His Bill was Raven-black, and shone like Jet;
Blue were his Legs, and orient were his Feet;
White were his Nails, like Silver to behold,
His Body glitering like the burnilh'd Gold.
This gentle Cock, for Solace of his Life,
Six Mifles had beside his lawful Wife:
Dame Partlet was the Sov'raign of his Heart ;
Ardent in Love, outrageous in his Play,
He feather'd her a hundred times a Day;
And she that was not only passing fair,
But was withal discreet and debonair;
Resolv'd the passive Doctrine to fulfil,
Tho' loath, and let him work his wicked Will.
At Board and Bed was affable and kind,
According as the Marriage-Vow did bind,
And as the Church': Precept had enjoyn'd.
By this her Husband's Heart she did obtain ;
What cannot Beauty, joyn’d with Virtue, gain?
She was his only Joy, and he her Pride;
She, when he walk'd, went pecking by his Side:
If spurning up the Ground he sprung a Corn,
The Tribóre in his Bill to her was born.
But oh! what Joy it was to hear him sing
In Summer, when the Day began to spring, (and the Fox.
Stretching his Neck, and warbling in his Throat. Dryd. the Cock
The crowing Cock
(Theoc. Salutes the Light, and struts before his feather'd Flock. Dryd.