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His garment neither was of filk nor fay, But painted plumes, in goodly order dight, Like as the Sun-burnt Indian's do array Their tawny Bodies, in their proudeft plight: As thofe fame plumes, fo feem'd he vaine and light, That by his gate might eafily appeare:

For ftill he far'd as dancing in delight.

And in his hand a windy fan did beare,
That in the idle aire he mov'd ftill here and there.

But as in fweet repofe fhe flumb'ring lay,
Fatigu'd with the fad Bus'nefs of the Day;
An airy Nymph appear'd, whose fplendid Show
Out fhone the Colours of Heavn's gaudy Bow.
Phantafia hight, who, with lafcivious Pride,
By Twin Camelion's drawn, does gaily ride.
Sometimes her Pigmy Littlenef's delights,
And fometimes her Gygantic Stature frights.
Now like the Day fhe fhines with filver Rays,
Now a black Night deforms her footy Face.
Round her all Natures various Species ftand,
And follow her unlimited Command.

(Spen.

Rowe's Call.

There is a Place, which Man moft high does rear; The fmall World's Heav'n, where Reafon rules the Here in a Robe, which does all Colours fhow, (Sphere: Fancy, wild Dame, with much lafcivious Pride, By Twin-Camelions drawn, does gaily ride. Her Coach their follows, and throngs round about, Of Shapes, and airy Forms, an endless Rout. A Sea rowls on with harmlefs Fury here, Strait 'tis a Field, and Trees and Herbs appear. Here in a Moment are vaft Armies made, And a quick Scene of War and Blood difplay'd. Here fparkling Wines, and brighter Maids come in, The Bawds for Senfe, and living Baits for Sin. Here golden Mountains fwell the cov tous Place, And Centaurs ride themselves a painted Race.

Caml.

FAR

FARMER.

The prudent Farmers, who of Heav'n implore A plenteous Harvest, and increafing Store, The fineft of their Wheat for Seed retain, Nor fow their Acres with corrupted Grain; Hence loaded Fields their annual Wealth unfold, And fmiling Ceres waves in fheafy Gold. Rowe's Call.

FATE

The Pow'r that minifters to God's Decrees,
And executes on Earth what he forfees:
Call'd Providence, or Chance, or fatal Sway,
Comes with refiftless Force,and finds or makes her Way.
Nor Kings, uor Nations, nor united Pow'r,
One Moment can retard th' appointed Hour.
For fure what e'er we Mortals hate or love,
Or hope, or fear, depends on Pow'rs above,
They move our Appetites to Good or Ill,

And by Forefight neceflitate the Will.Dryd. Pal. & Arc.
Man makes his Fate according to his Mind.
The weak low Spirit Fortune makes her Slave,
But he's a Drudge when hector'd by the Brave.
If Fate weave common Thread,he'll change the Doom,
And with new Purple fpread a nobler Loom.
(Dryd. Cong, of Gran
Heav'n has to all allotted, foon or late,
Some lucky Revolutions of their Fate:

Whofe Motions, if we watch and guide with Skill,
(For human Good depends on human Will)
Our Fortune rolls as from a fmooth Defcent,
And from the first Impreffion takes the Bent:
But if unfeiz'd, fhe glides away like Wind, (Achit.
And leaves repenting Folly far behind. Dryd. Ab. &

FEAR.

Next him was Feare, all arm'd from top to toe,
Yet thought himself not fafe enough thereby,
But fear'd each Shadow moving to and fro :

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And his own Armes when glittering he did spy,
Or clashing heard, he faft away did fly,

As Aflies pale of hue, and wingy-heel'd;
And evermore on danger fixt his eye,

'Gainft whom he always bent a brazen Shield, Which his right hand unarmed fearfully did wield.

A deadly Fear o'er all his Vitals reigns,

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And his chill'd Blood hangs curdled in his Veins, Blac.
The pale Affiftants on each other ftar'd,
With gaping Mouths for iffuing Words prepar'd :
The ftill-born Sounds upon the Palate hung,
And dy'd imperfect on the fault'ring Tongue.

(Dryd. Theod.& Hon.
I feel my Sinews flacken'd with the Fright,
And a cold Sweat trills down o'er all my Limbs,
As if I wo diffolving into Water.

FEAR of DEATH.

Carus, we grant no Man is bleft but he

Dryd, Temps

Whofe Mind from anxions Thought of Death is free:
Let Lawrel Wreaths the Victor's Brows adorn,
Sublime thro' gazing Throngs in Triumph's borne:
Let Acclamations ring around the Skies,
While curling Clouds of balmy Incense rise :
Let Spoils immenfe, let Trophies gain'd in War,
And conquer'd Kings attend his rolling Car :.
In dread of Death ftill unfubdu'd remains,
And fecret o'er the vanquish'd Monarch reigns,
Th' illuftrious Slave in endlefs Thraldom bears
A heavier Chain than his led Captive wears.

4 FEELING.

But the Aft troupe moft horrible of hue, And fierce of force, was dreadful to reporte: For fome, like Snailes, fome did like Spiders flew, And fome like ugly Urchins thick and fort: They cruely affailed that fifth Fort,

Armed

Armed with darts of fenfuall delight, With ftrings of carnall luft, and strong effort Of feeling pleasure, with which day and night Against that fame fift Bulwark they continued fight.

FEMALE.

All Females have Prerogative of Sex:

The She's, ev'n of the Savage Herd, are safe ;
All, when they fnarl or bite, have no Return,
But Courtship from the Male.

FIGHTING.

(Spen.

Dryd. Doz, Seb

Now they begin the Tragick Play,

And with their smoky Cannon banish Day.
At the first Shock, with Blood and Powder st、in'd,
Nor Heav'n, nor Sea, their former Face retain'd.
Fury and Art produce Effects fo strange,

They trouble Nature, and her Vifage change.
Night, Horror, Slaughter, with Confufion meets,
And in their fable Arms embrace the Fleets.
Thro' yielding Planks the angry Bullets fly,
And of one Wound hundreds together dye;
Born under diff'rent Stars, one Fate they have,
The Ship their Coffin, and the Sea their Grave.
The Sea that blufh'd with Blood.

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As th' Elm, which of its Arms the Ax bereaves, New Strength and Vigour from its Wounds receives ; Their Rage by Lofs of Blood is kindled more; And with their Guns, like Hurricanes they roar.. Like Hurricanes, the knotted Oaks they tear, Scourge the vex'd Ocean, and torment the Air. Whilft Earth, Air, Sea, in wild Confusion hurl'd, With univerfal Wreck and Chaos, threat the World. Such would the Noife be fhould this mighty All, Crush'd and confounded, into Atems fall. The Ships, which in magnificent Array, But juft before did their proud Flags difplay, And feem'd with warring Destiny to play; G 6.

Now

Now from our Rage, defpoil'd of rigging, tow,
Or burn, or up into the Air they blow.
Thus a large Row of Qaks does long remain
The Ornament and Shelter of the Plain:
With their aspiring Heads they reach the Sky,
Their huge extended Arms the winds defy:
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The Tempeft fees their Strength, and fighs, and paffes
When Jove concern'd that they fo high aspire,
Amongst them fends his own revenging Fire,
Which does with difmal Havock on 'em fall,
Burns fome, and tears up fome, but rends them all
From their dead Trunks their mangled Arms are torn,
And from their Heads their fcatter'd Glories born:
Upon the Heath they blafted ftand and bare,
And those whom once they shelter'd, now they fcare.
(Denham.

Amid the Main two mighty Fleets engage,
Their brazen Beaks oppos'd with equal Rage ;
Moving they fight, with Oars and forky Prows
The Froth is gather'd, and the Water glows:
It feems as if the Cyclades again

Were rooted up, and jostled in the Main ;
Or floating Mountains floating Mountains meet ;
Such is the fierce Encounter of the Fleet:

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Fireballs are thrown, and pointed Jav❜lins fly :
The Fields of Neptune take a purple Dye. Dryd. Virg.

FIRE.

Like as a Fire, the which in hollow cave Hath Jong been under-kept and down fuppr.ft, With murmurous difdain doth inly rave, And grudge in so streight Prison to be prest, At laft breakes forth with furious unreft,

And ftrives to mount unto his native Seat ;

All that earft it hinder and moleft,

It now devoures with flames and scorching heat, And carries into fioake with rage and horror great.

Spen.

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