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Fove added Venom to the Vipers Brood,
And fwell'd with raging Storms the peaceful Flood;
Commiffion'd hungry Wolves t'infeft the Fold,
And fhook from Oaken Leaves the liquid Gold:
Remov'd from human Reach the chearful Fire
And from the Rivers bad the Wine retire :
That ftudious Need might ufeful Arts explore
From furrow'd Fields to reap the foodful Store :
And force the Veins of clafhing Flints t'expire
The lurking Seeds of their celeftial Fire..
Then firft on Seas the hollow'd Alder fwam:
Then Sailors quarter'd Heav'n, and found a Name
For ev'ry fixt, and ev'ry wand'ring Star,

The Pleiads, Hyads, and the Northern Car.

Then Toils for Beafts, and Lime for Birds were found;
And deep-mouth'd Dogs did Foreft-Walks furround;
And Cafting-Nets were spread in hollow Brooks;
Drags in the deep, and Baits were hung on Hooks:
Then Saws were tooth'd, and founding Axes made;
And various Arts in Order did fucceed.

Future Golden Age.

Dryd. Virg.

Unbidden Earth fhall wreathing Ivy bring,
And fragrant Herbs, the Promises of Spring:
The Goats with ftrutting Dugs fhall homeward speed
And lowing Herds, fecure from Lions, feed.
The Serpents Brood fhall die: The facred Ground
Shall Weeds and poys'nous Plants refuse to bear,
Each common Bufh fhall Syrian Rofes wear:
Unlabour'd Harvests fhall the Fields adorn,
And clufter'd Grapes fhall blush on ev'ry Thorn.
The knotted Oak fhall Show'rs of Honey weep;

And thro' the matted Grafs the liquid Gold fhall creep.

The greedy Sailor fhall the Seas forego;

No Keel fhall cut the Waves for foreign Ware,

For ev'ry Soil fhall ev'ry Product bear.

The lab'ring Hind his Oxen fhall disjoin,

No Plough thall hurt the Glebe, no Pruning-Hook the Vine, Nor Wool fhall in diffembled Colours fhine.

But the luxurious Father of the Fold,

With native Purple, or unborrow'd Gold,

Beneath his pompous Fleece fhall proudly fweat,

And under Tyrian Robes the Lambs fhall bleat.

ALECT O.

The Virgin Daughter of eternal Night.

She fill delights in War, and human Woes.
Ev'n Pluto hates his own mithapen Race.
Her Sifter Furies fly her hideous Face:

Dryd. Virg.

So

So frightful are the Forms the Monster takes,
So fierce the Hiffings of her fpeckled Snakes.
'Tis hers, to ruin Realms, o'erturn a State ;
Betwixt the dearest Friends to raise Debate,
And kindle Kindred Blood to mutual Hate.
Her Hand o'er Towns the fun'ral Torch difplays,
And forms a Thousand Ills, Ten thousand Ways.
She shakes from out her fruitful Breaft the Seeds
Of Envy, Difcord, and of cruel Deeds:
Confounds establifh'd Peace, and does prepare
Their Souls to Hatred, and their Hands to War.
The Fates infernal Minifter;

War, Death, Deftruction, in her Hands fhe bears;
Her curling Snakes with Hiffings fill the Place,
And open all the Furies of her Face.

Her Chains the rattles, and her Whips she shakes,
Churning her bloody Foam.

ΑΜΑΖΟΝ.

So march'd the Thracian Amazons of old

When Thermodon with bloody Billows roul'd;
Such Troops as these in fhining Arms were feen,
When Thefeus met in Fight their Maiden Queen.
Such to the Field Penthefilea led,

From the fierce Virgin when the Grecians fled.
With fuch return'd triumphant from the War,
Her Maids with Cries attend the lofty Car ;

They clash with manly Force their moony Shields,

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Dryd. Virg.

Dryd. Virg

With female Shouts refound the Phrygian Fields. Dryd. Virg.
Refiftless thro' the War Camilla rede,

In Danger unappall'd, and pleas'd with Blood.
One Side was bare for her exerted Breast,
One Shoulder with her painted Quiver prefs'd.
Now from afar her fatal Jav'lins play;
Now with her Ax's Edge the bews her Way.
Diana's Arms upon her Shoulders found,

And when too clofely prefs'd, fhe quits the Ground,

From her bent Bow the fends a backward Wound. Dryd.Virg.

Penthefilea there, with haughty Grace,

Leads to the War an Amazonian Race:

In their right Hands a pointed Dart they wield;
Their left, for Ward, fuftains the Lunar Shield.
Athwart her Breaft a golden Belt fhe throws;
Amidft the Prefs, alone, provokes a thoufand Foes,

And dares her maiden Arms to manly Force oppofe.Dryd.Virg.
The little Amazon could hardly go,

He loads her with a Quiver and a Bow,

And that the might her ftagg'ring Steps command,

He

He with a flender Jav'lin fills her Hand :
Her flowing Hair no golden Fillets bound,
Nor fwept her trailing Robe the dufty Ground.
Inftead of these a Tyger's Hide o'erfpread
Her Back and Shoulders, faften'd to her Head,
The flying Dart fhe first attempts to fling,
And round her tender Temples tofs'd the Sling.
Then as her Strength with Years increas'd, began
To pierce aloft in Air the foaring Swan,

[Dryd. Virg. And from the Clouds to fetch the Heron and the Crane.

AMBITION.

See Greatness.

Ambition is a Luft that's never quench'd,

Grows more enflam'd, and madder by Enjoyment. Otw.Cai.Mar.
Ambition is at diftance

A goodly Profpe&t, tempting to the View:
The Height delights us, and the Mountain-Top
Looks beautiful, becaufe 'tis nigh to Heav'n;
But we ne'er think how fandy's the Foundation,

What Storms will batter, and what Tempefts fhake us.

At lowest Ebb of Fortune when you lay
Contented, then how happy was the Day:
But oh! the Curfe of aiming to be great,
Dazled with Hope, we cannot fee the Cheat,
When wild Ambition in the Heart we find,
Farewel Content, and Quiet of the Mind:
For glitt'ring Clouds we leave the folid Shore,
And wanted Happiness returns no more:

But wild Ambition loves to flide, not ftand;

Otw.

(Ven. Pref.

Har. Juu.

And Fortune's Ice prefers to Virtue's Land. Dryd. Abs.& Achit.

Yet true Renown is ftill with Virtue joyn'd,

But Luft of Pow'r lets loofe th'unbridl'd Mind.
Ambition! the Defire of active Souls,
That pushes them beyond the bounds of Nature,
And elevates the Hero to the Gods.

O Energy divine of great Ambition!
That can inform the Souls of beardless Boys,
And ripen 'em to Men in fpite of Nature.
Ambition is like Love, impatient.

Both of Delays and Rivals.

Ambition's never fafe, till Pow'r be past. As Men, till impotent, are feldom chafte. Ambition is the Dropfey of the Soul,

Dryd. Auren.

Row. Amb.Step:

Row. Amb. Step.

Denh. Soph.

Sedl. Ant. & Cleop.

(Cleop

Whofe Thirst we must not yield to, but controul. Sedl.Ant.

If Glory was a Bait that Angels fwallow'd,

How then fhould Souls ally'd to Senfe,refift it? Dryd. Sec. Love. One World fuffic'd not Alexander's Mind:

Coop'd up he feem'd, in Earth and Seas, confin'd

And

And struggling, ftretch'd his reftlefs Limbs about
The narrow Globe, to find a Paffage out:
Yet enter'd in the Brick-built Town, he try'd
The Tomb, and found the ftreight Dimenfions wide.
Death only this myfterious Truth unfolds,
The mighty Soul how fmall a Body holds.
The Blaft which his ambitious Spirit fwell'd,
See by how weak a Tenure it was held.
Ambition's like a Circle on the Water,
Which never ceases to enlarge it felf,
Till by broad spreading it difperfe to nought.
Vaulting Ambition ftill o'erleaps it self.

Then Gabriel

ANGEL.

Dryd. Juv.

Dryd. Auren.

Shak. Hen. 6.

Shak. Mach.

Bodies and cloaths himself with thicken'd Air,
All like a comely Youth, in Life's fresh Bloom,
Rare Workmanship, and wrought by heav'nly Loom!
He took for Skin a Cloud most soft and bright,
That e'er the mid-day Sun pierc'd thro' with Light.
Upon his Cheeks a lively Blush he spread,
Wafh'd from the Morning Beauties deepest Red.
A harmless flaming Meteor fhone for Hair,
And fell adown his Shoulders with loofe Care.
He cut out a filk Mantle from the Skies,
Where the moft fprightly Azure pleas'd the Eyes.
This he with ftarry Vapours fpangles, all

Ta'en in their Prime, e'er they grow ripe and fall.
Of a new Rainbow, e'er it fret or fade,
The choiceft Piece ta'en out, a Scarf is made.
Small ftreaming Clouds he does for Wings difplay,
Nor virtuous Lovers figh more foft than they :
These he gilds o'er with the Sun's richest Rays,
Caught gliding o'er pure Streams, on which he plays.
Thus drefs'd he posts away,

And carries with him his own glorious Day,

Thro' the thick Woods: The gloomy Shades awhile
Put on fresh Looks, and wonder why they fmile.
The trembling Serpents clofe and filent lie ;
The Birds obfcene far from his Paffage fly.
A fuddain Spring waits on him as he goes,
Suddain as that which by Creation rofe.

Down thither, prone in Flight,

He fpeeds, and thro' the vaft etherial Sky,

Sails between Worlds and Worlds, with fteady Wings;

Cowl.

Now on the Polar Winds; then with quick Fan

Winnows the buxom Air.

Of beaming funny Rays a gold Tiar

Circled

Circled his Head; nor lefs his Locks behind
Illuftrious on his Shoulders, fledg'd with Wings,

Lay waving round.

Six Wings he wore to shade
His Lineaments divine: The Pair that clad

Each Shoulder broad, came mantling o'er his Breast
With regal Ornament; the middle Pair

Girt like a ftarry Zone his Waste, and round
Skirted his Loins and Thighs with downy Gold,
And Colours dip'd in Heav'n: The third his Feet
Shadow'd from either Heel with feather'd Mail,
Sky-tin&tur'd Grain. Like Maia's Son he ftood,
And fhook his Plumes, that heav'nly Fragrance fill'd
The Circuit wide.

ANGER. See Rage.
His troubled Looks reveal'd his inward Wound,
And Storms of Fury on his Forehead frown'd.
Enormous Rage diftended ev'ry Vein,

And all Hell's Furies o'er his Breaft did reign.
Swoln with Revenge, his blood-fhot Eyes did glare,
Like ruddy Meteors blazing in the Air.

Milt.

Milt.

Blac.

Gar.

And Storms of Terrour threaten'd in his Looks. He fwells with Wrath, he makes outrageous Moan, (& Arc. He frets, he fumes, he ftares, he ftamps the Ground. Dryd. Pal. Rage flash'd like Lightning from his livid Eyes.

Talgol had long fupprefs'd

Enflamed Rage in glowing Breaft;
Which now began to rage and burn, as
Implacably, as Flame in Furnace.

He trembled and look'd pale with Ire,

Like Afhes firft, then red as Fire.

At this the Knight grew high in Wrath,
And lifting Hands and Eyes up both,

Blac.

Three times he fmote on Stomach ftout.

Hud

With fiery Eyes, and with contracted Brows, He coin'd his Face in the feverest Stamp,

And Fury fhook his Fabrick like an Earthquake.

He heav'd for Vent, and burft, like bellowing Etna,
In Sounds fcarce human.

There is a fatal Fury in your Vifage;

It blazes fierce, and menaces Deftruction.
Oh! I burn inward; my Blood's all o'fire:
Alcides, when the poyfon'd Shirt fate closest,
Had but an Ague-Fit to this my Feaver.

Mad with her Anguish, impotent to bear
The mighty Grief, the loaths the vital Air ;

Dryd. All for Love.

Rowe. Fair. Pen.

Dryd. Oedip.

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