Short of their Limbs, a lame imperfect Birth,
One half alive, and one of lifeless Earth.

INTEREST.

Dryd. Ovid.

Intereft is the most prevailing Cheat:
The fly Seducer both of Age and Youth,
They study that, and think they study Truth:
Where Int'reft fortifies an Argument,

Weak Reason serves to gain the Will's Affent ;
For Souls already warp'd, receive an eafy Bent.
(Dryd. Hind. & Panth.

Int'reft, that bold Impofer on our Fate, That always to dark Ends mifguides our Wills, And with falfe Happiness smooths o'er our Ills.

(Otw. Don. Carl. All feek their Ends, and each would other cheat: They only feem to hate, and feem to love, But Int'reft is the Point on which they move: Their Friends are Foes, and Foes are Friends agen, And in their Turns, are Knaves and honeft Men: Our Iron Age is grown an Age of Gold: 'Tis who bids moft, for all Men would be fold.

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So in Olympus once, Adult'rous Fove. Left his loathi'd Juno for a human Love.

(Dryd. Amphit.

In Earth and Heav'n his fpurious Off-fpring fow'd,
Profufely fcatter'd his immortal Blood,

And ftock'd the Sky with a promiscuous Brood,
So when Great Jove did with the Giants fight,
To Heav'n afferting his undoubted Right,
Eaus and vaft Enceladus he flew,

With Light'ning fing'd the bold confpiring Crew,
And lodg'd them in the Mountains which they

In Etna's Cave, a Sacrifice to Pride,

(threw.

They breed new Earthquakes as they fhift their Side.
Then the fair Sifter of th' Anonian Throng
Met the victorious God with lofty Song:

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Curft the Rebellion of Earth's impious Race,
Who durft with Jove difpute fuperior Place.
Peals of Applause thro' the bright Palace rung,
And the charm'd Stars danc'd as the Mufes fung:
Gods were with Gods in ftrict Embraces 'bound,
Full Bowls of Nectar walk'd the pleafing Round,
And Mirth, and Joy, and Peace fincere,the heav'nly
(Banquet crown'd. Rowe's Call,

JOUSTS and Tournaments.
The Challenger with fierce Defie,

His Trumpet founds, the Challeng'd makes Reply;
With Clangor rings the Field,refounds the vaulted Sky.
Their Vizors clos'd, their Lances in the Rest,
Or at the Helmet pointed, or the Creft;
They vanish from the Barrier, fpeed the Race,
And fpurring fee decrease the middle Space:
A Cloud of Smoak envellops either Hoff,
And all at once the Combatants are loft:
Darkling they joyn adverse, and fhock unfeen:
Courfers with Courfers juftling, Men with Men.
As lab'ring in Eclipfe, awhile they ftay,
Till the next Blast of Wind restores the Day.
They look anew: the beauteous Form of Fight
Is chang'd, and War appears a griefly Sight.
Two Troops in fair Array one Moment fhow'd,
The next, a Field with fallen Bodies ftrow'd:
Not half the Number in their Seats are found;
But Men and Steeds lye grov'ling on the Ground.
The Points of Spears are stuck within the Shield,
The Steeds without their Riders fcour the Field.
The Knights unhors'd, on Foot renew the Fight.
The glitt'ring Faulchions caft a gleaming Light :
Hawberks and Helms are hew'd with many a Wound:
Out fpins the streaming Blood, and dies the Ground.
The mighty Maces with fuch Hafte defcend,
They break the Bonés,and make the folid Armour bend.

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This thrusts amid the Throng with furious Force;
Down goes at once the Horfeman and the Horse:
That Courfer ftumbles on the fallen Steed,
And, Hound'ring, throws the Rider o'er his Head;
One rolls along, a Foot-ball to his Foes,
One with a broken Truncheon, deals his Blows.
By Fits they cease, and leaning on the Lance;
Take Breath awhile; and to new Fight advance,
Full oft the Rivals met, and neither spar'd
His ut moft Force, for each forgot to ward:
The Head of this was to the Saddle bent,
That other backward to the Crupper fent.
Both were by Turns unhors'd; the jealous Blows
Fall thick and heavy when on Foot they clofe;
So deep their Faulchions bite, that ev'ry Stroke
Pierc'd to the quick; and equal Wounds they gave and

(took.

Borne far afunder by the Tides of Men,
Like, Adamant and Steel, they meet agen.
So when a Tyger fucks the Bullock's Blood,
A famish'd Lion issuing from the Wood,
Roars loudly fierce, and challenges the Food.
Each claims Poffeffion, neither will obey,
But both their Paws are faften'd on the Prey.
They bite, they tear, and while in vain they ftrive,
The Swains come arm'd between,and both to Distance
(drive. Dryd. Pal. & Arc.

Behold the noble Youths of Form divine,

Upon the Plain advancing in a Line;

The Riders grace the Steeds; the Steeds with Glory

Thus marching on in military Pride,

(fhine.

Shouts of Applause resound from Side to Side.
Their Cafques,adorn'd with Laurel-Wreaths they wear,
Each brandishing aloft a Cornel Spear:

Some at their Backs their gilded Quivers bore,

Their Chains of burnish'd Gold hung down before:

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Three graceful Tooops they form'd upon the Green
Three graceful Leaders at their Head were feen;
Twelve follow'd every Chief,and left aSpace between.
(Dryd, Virg.

JOY,

Fond Joys may pleafe awhile, but end in Shame ; A finoaky Stench furrounds the guilty Flame : The noifom Fires, at beft, obfcurely burn,

And the grofs Fuel will to Ashes turn.

She bids me hope! Oh Heav'ns! The pities me;
And Pity ftill fore-runs approaching Love,

As Light'ning does the Thunder. Tune your Harps,
Ye Angels, to that Sound! and thou, my Heart,
Make Room to entertain thy flowing Joy :
Hence all my Grief, and ev'ry anxious Care,
One Look, and one kind Glance can cure Despair.
(Dryd. Span. Fry.
Be this the gen'ral Voice fent up to Heav'n,
And ev'ry publick Place repeat this Eccho,
To Pomp and Triumphs give this happy Day;
Let Labour ceafe; fet out before your Doors
The Images of all your fleeping Fathers,

With Laurels crown'd: with Laurel wreathe your Pofts,
And frew with Flow'rs the Pavement. Let the Priests
Do prefent Sacrifice; pour out the Wine,

And call the Gods to joyn with you in Gladness. (Dryd. All for Love.

Oh my Soul's Joy!

If after every Tempest comes fuch Calm,

May the Winds blow 'till they have waken'd Death:
And let the lab'ring Bark climb Hills of Seas,
Olympus high, and duck again as low

As Hell's from Heav'n. If it were now to die,
'Twere now to be moft happy; for I fear
My Soul has her Content fo abfolute,
That not another Comfort, like to this,
Succeeds in unknown Fate.

Slak, Othel.

IS-I S.

ISIS.

Her moony Horns were on her Forehead plac'd,
And yellow Sheaves her thining Temples grac'd :
A Mitre, for a Crown, fhe wore on high;
The Dog, and dappled Bull were waiting by.
Ofyris, fought along the Banks of Nile;
The Silent God; the facred Crocodile :
And last a long Proceflion moving on

With Timbrels, that affift the lab'ring Moon. Dry.Ovid.

The Fortunate ISLANDS.

The happy Ifles where endlefs Pleafures wait,
Are ftil'd by tuneful Birds, The Fortunate.
Eternal Spring with fmiling Verdure bere
Warms the mild Air, and crowns the youthful Year,
From cryftal Rocks tranfparent Riv'lets flow;
The Rose still blushes, and the Vi’lets blow.
The Vine undrefs'd her fwelling Clufters bears;
The lab'ring Hind the mellow Olive chears:
Bloffoms and Fruit at once the Citron thews,
And as he pays, discovers still she owes :
And the glad Orange courts the am'rous Maid
With golden Apples, and a filken Shade.
No Blafts e'er difcompofe the peaceful Sky,
The Springs but murmur, and the Winds but figh.
The tuneful Swans on gliding Rivers float,
And warbling Dirges dye on ev'ry Note.
Where Flora treads, her Zephyr Garlands flings,
Shaking rich Odours from his purple Wings :

And Birds from Woodbine Bow'rs, and Jefs'min Groves
Chaunt their glad Nuptials, and unenvy'd Loves.
Mild Seafons, rifing Hills, and filent Dales,
Cool Grottos, filver Brooks, and flow'ry Vales,
In this bleft Climate all the circling Year prevails.

JUSTICE.

Whofo upon himself will take the skill

True Juftice unto people to divide,

Garth.

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