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With never ceafing Vengeance: Let Despair,
Dangers or Infamy, nay all furround me.

Starve me with Wantings: Let my Eyes ne'er fee
A Sight of Comfort, nor my Heart know Peace:

But dafh my Days with Sorrows, Nights with Horrours,
Wild as my own Thoughts are.

Let Mischiefs multiply, let ev'ry Hour

Otw. Ven. Pref.

Of my loath'd Life yield me Increase of Horrour:
Oh let the Sun to thefe unhappy Eyes
Ne'er fhine again, but be eclips'd for ever!
May ev'ry thing I look on feem a Prodigy,
To fill my Soul with Terrours, till I quite
Forget I ever had Humanity,
And grow a Curfer of the Works of Nature.
Whip me, ye Devils,

Otw. Orph.

Shak. Othel.

Blow me about in Winds, roaft me in Sulphur;
Wash me in fteep-down Gulphs of liquid Fire.
Let Heav'n kifs Earth: Now let not Nature's Hand
Keep the wild Flood confin'd; let Order die
And let the World no longer be a Stage
To feed Contention in a ling'ring A&t:
But let one Spirit of the first-born Cain
Reign in all Bofoms; that each Heart being fet
On bloody Courfes, the rude Scene may end,
And Darknefs be the Burier of the Dead.

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(Shak. Hen. 4. Part 2.

Now Hell's blueft Plagues
Receive her quick with all her Crimes upon her:
Let her fink fpotted down; let the dark Hoft
Make Room, and point and hifs her as the goes:
Let the moft branded Ghofts of all her Sex
Rejoice, and cry, here comes a blacker Fiend.

(Shak. Troil. and Crefs.

Lee Oedip.

O all tormenting Dreams, wild Horrours of the Night,
And Hags of Fancy, wing him thro' the Air;
From Precipices hurl him headlong down;
Charybdis roar, and Death be set before him.

Kind Heav'n! let heavy Curses

Gall his old Age; Cramps, Aches rack his Bones,
And bittereft Difquiet wring his Heart.
Oh let him live till Life becomes a Burden;
Let him groan under't long, linger an Age
In the worst Agonies and Pangs of Death,
And find it's Eafe but late.

Otw. Ven. Pres:

But Curfes ftick not: Could I kill with Curfing, By Heav'n I know not thirty Heads in Venice

Should

Should not be be blafted: Senators should rot

Like Dogs on Dunghils; but their Wives and Daughters
Die of their own Difeafes. Oh for a Curfe

To kill with!

CUSTOM.

Cuftom, that does ftill difpence

An univerfal Influence;

And make things right or wrong appear,
Juft as they do her Liv'ry wear.
Cuftom, which often Wifdom over-rules,
And only ferves for Reafon to the Fools.
Ill Customs by Degrees to Habits rife,
Ill Habits foon become exalted Vice.
Ill Habits gather by unfeen Degrees,
As Brooks make Rivers, Rivers run to Seas.
Habitual Evils change not on a fuddain,
But many Days muft pafs, and many Sorrows:
Confcious Remorfe and Anguifh must be felt,
To curb Defire, to break the ftubborn Will,
And work a fecond Nature in the Soul,
E'er Virtue can refume the Place the loft:
'Tis elfe Diffimulation.

For Cuftom will a ftrong Impreffion leave:
Hard Bodies which the lightest Stroke receive,
In length of Time will moulder and decay,
And Stones with Drops of Rain are wash'd away.

CYBELE.

Hail thou great Mother of the Deities!

Otw. Ven. Pres.

Whofe tinckling Cymbals charm'd th'Idean Woods,
Who fecret Rites and Ceremonies taught,
And to the Yoke the favage Lions brought.
Fierce Tigers rein'd and curb'd obey thy Will.
In Pomp fhe makes the Phrygian Round,
With golden Turrets on her Temples crown'd:
A hundred Gods her fweeping Train fupply,
Her Offspring all, and all command the Sky.

CYCLOPS. See Polypheme, Smith.
Sacred to Vulcan's Name, an Ifle does lie,
Between Sicilia's Coaft and Lipari.
Rais'd high on fmoaking Rocks, and deep below
In hollow Caves the Fires of Etna glow:
The Cyclops here their heavy Hammers deal;
Loud Strokes and Hiffings of tormented Steel
Are heard around; the boiling Waters roar,
And fmoaking Flames thro' fuming Tunnels foar.
Hither the Father of the Fire by Night,
Thro' the brown Air precipitates his Flight.

Hud.

Roch.

Dryd, Ovid.

Dryd. Virg.

Row. Ulyff.

Dryd. Lucr

Dryd. Virg..

Dryd. Virg.

Dryd. Virg.

Dryd. Virg.

On their eternal Anvils, here he found
The Brethren beating, and the Blows go round.
A Load of pointless Thunder now there lies
Before their Hands, to ripen for the Skies:
Thefe Darts for angry Jove they daily caft,
Confum'd on Mortals with prodigious Wafte.
Three Rays of writhen Rain, of Fire three more ;
Of winged Southern Winds and cloudy Store
As many Parts, the dreadful Mixture frame;
And Fears are added, and avenging Flame.
Inferiour Minifters for Mars prepare

His broken Axle-Trees and blunted War;
And fend him forth again with furbish'd Arms,

To wake the lazy War with Trumpets loud Alarms.
The reft refresh the fcaly Snakes that fold

The Shield of Pallas, and renew their Gold:

Full on the Creft the Gorgon's Head they place,

With Eyes that roll in Death, and with diftorted Face. Dry. Vir.
So when the Cyclops o'er their Anvils fweat,

And their fwol'n Sinews echoing Blows repeat;
From the Vulcano grofs Eruptions rife,

And curling Sheets of Smoke obfcure the Skies.

DARKNESS.

Even Hell gap'd horrible,

And thro' the Chafin let in prodigious Night;

Night that extinguifh'd the meridian Ray,

And with its gloomy Deluge choak'd the Day.

Let Darkness to be felt,

Impenetrable Darknefs, fuch as dwelt
On the dun Vifage of primeval Night,

Shut ev'ry Star-beam out from mortal Sight,
And close up ev'ry Pafs and Road of Light.
Darkness, thou firft kind Parent of us all,
Thou art our great Original!

Since from thy univerfal Womb,

Gar

Blac.

Blac.

Does all thou fhad'ft below, thy num'rous Offspring, come.
Thy wond'rous Birth is ev'n to Time unknown,
Or, like Eternity, thou'd ft none;
While Light did its firft Being owe
Unto that awful Shade it dares to rival now.
Involv'd in thee we first receive our Breath,
Thou art our Refuge too in Death!

Great Monarch of the Grave and Womb!

Where'er our Souls fhall go, to thee our Bodies come.
The filent Globe is ftruck with awful Fear

When thy majestick Shades appear.
Thou doft compofe the Air and Sea;

And

And Earth á Sabbath keeps, facred to Reft and Thee.
In thy ferener Shades our Ghofts delight,

And court the Umbrage of the Night.

In Vaults and gloomy Caves they stray,
But fly the Morning Beams and ficken at the Day.
Thou doft thy Smiles impartially beftow,

And know'ft no Diff'rence here below:
All things appear the fame to thee,

Tho' Light Diftin&tion makes, thou giv'ft Equality.
In Caves of Night, the Oracles of old
Did all their Myfteries unfold:
Darkness did firft Religion grace,

Gave Terrors to the God, and Rev'rence to the Place.
When the Almighty did on Horeb stand,

Thy Shades inclos'd the hallow'd Land:
In Clouds of Night he was array'd,
And venerable Darkness his Pavillion made.
When he appear'd arm'd in his Pow'r and Might,
He veil'd the beatifick Light;
When terrible with Majefty,

In Tempefts he gave Laws, and clad himself with thee.
And fading Light its Empire muft refign,

And Nature's Pow'r fubmit to thine:

A univerfal Ruin fhall erect thy Throne,

And Fate confirm thy Kingdom evermore thy own.
Darkness, which faireft Nymphs difarms,
Defends us ill from Mira's Charms :
Mira can lay her Beauty by,

Take no Advantage of the Eye,
Quit all that Lilly's Art can take,
And yet a thousand Captives make.
Her Speech is grac'd with fweeter Sound,
Than in another's Song is found.

And all her well-plac'd Words are Darts,
Which need no Light to reach our Hearts.
As the bright Stars and milky Way,
Shewn by the Night, are hid by Day,
So we, in her accomplish'd Mind,
Help'd by the Night, new Graces find;
Which, by the Splendour of her View
Dazled before, we never knew.
While we converfe with her, we mark
No want of Day, nor think it dark;
Her fhining Image is a Light

Fix'd in our Hearts, and conquers Night
Like Jewels to advantage fet,

Her Beauty by the Shade does get.

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There Blushes, Frowns, and cold Disdain,
All that our Paffion might reftrain,
Is hid; and our indulgent Mind
Prefents the fair Idea kind.

Yet, friended by the Night, we dare,
Only in Whispers, tell our Care:
He, that on her his bold Hand lays,
With Cupid's pointed Arrows plays:
They, with a Touch, they are fo keen,
Wound us, unfhot; and fhe, unseen.
So we th' Arabian Coaft do know
At diftance, when the Spices blow;
By the rich Odour taught to steer,
Tho' neither Day nor Stars appear.

Oh fhe does teach the Torches to burn bright!
Her Beauty hangs upon the Cheek of Night,
Fairer than Snow upon a Raven's Back,

Or a rich Jewel in an Ethiop's Ear;

Wall.

Were the in yonder Sphere, fhe'd fhine fo bright, (Rom. & Jul.
That Birds would fing, and think the Day were breaking. Shak.
Her Beauty gilds the more than Midnight Darkness,
And makes it grateful as the Dawn of Day.

Row, Fair Pen.

DEATH. See Life, Futurity.
Death's a black Veil, cov'ring a beauteous Face,
Fear'd afar off

By erring Nature: A mistaken Phantom !
A harmless Lambent Fire! She kiffes cold,
But kind and foft, and fweet as my Cleora!

If fhe be like my Love,

She is not dreadful fure.

Oh could we know

Dryd. Cleom.

Dryd. All for Love.

What Joy fhe brings, at leaft what Reft from Grief;
How fhould we prefs into her friendly Arms,

And be pleas'd not to be, or to be happy.

Death ends our Woes,

Dryd. Cleom.

And the kind Grave fhuts up the mournful Scene. Dryd.Spa. Fry.
The Dead are only happy, and the Dying:

The Dead are ftill, and lafting Slumbers hold 'em.
He who is near his Death, but turns about,
Shumes a while to make his Pillow eafy,
Then flips into his Shrowd, and refts for ever.

Death is the Privilege of human Nature;
And Life without it were not worth our taking.
Thither the Poor, the Pris'ner, and the Mourner
Fly for Relief, and lay their Burdens down.
Death to a Man in Mifery is Sleep.

Lee Caf. Bor.

Row. Fair Pen.
Dryd. Don Seb.

Death

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