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Nature to thee does Rev'rence pay,

Ill Omens and ill Sights remove out of thy Way.
At thy Appearance Grief it self is faid

To fake his Wings, and rouse his Head;
And cloudy Care has often took

A gentle beamy Smile, reflected from thy Look.
At thy Appearance Fear it felf grows bold;
Thy Sun-fhine melts away his Cold.
Ev'n Luft, the Master of a harden'd Face,
Blushes, if thou be'ft in the Place;
To Darkness' Curtains he retires,

In fympathizing Night he rouls his fmoaky Fires.
When, Goddess thou lift'ft up thy waken'd Head,
Out of the Morning's purple Bed,

Thy Choire of Birds about thee play, And all the joyful World falutes the rifing Day. All the World's Brav'ry that delights our Eyes, Is but thy fev'ral Liveries.

Thou the rich Dye on them bestow'ft;

Thy nimble Pencil paints this Landskip as thou go’ft.
A crimson Garment in the Rose thou wear'st,

A Crown of ftudded Gold thou bear'st.
The Virgin Lillies in their White,

Are clad but with the Lawn of almost naked Light.
The Violet, Spring's little Infant, stands
Girt in thy purple Swadling-bands:

On the fair Tulip thou dost doat,

Thou cloath'ft it with a gay and party-colour'd Coat. But the vast Ocean of unbounded Day

In th' Empyreal Heav'n does stay;

Thy Rivers, Lakes, and Springs below,

From thence first took their Rife, thither at last must

(flow. Cowl.

Thro' the rude Chaos thus the running Light Shot the first Ray that pierc'd the native Night: Then Day and Darkness in the Mass were mix'd, Till gather'd in a Globe, the Beams were fix'd.

Laft

Laft fhone the Sun, who radiant in his Sphere, Illumin'd Heav'n and Earth, and roll'd a round the Year. (Dryd. Cym. & Iph. Hail holy Light! Off-fpring of Heav'n first-born,

Or of th' Eternal Co-eternal Beam:

May I exprefs thee unblam'd? Since God is Light,
And never but in unapproached Light
Dwelt from Eternity, dwelt then in thee,
Bright Effluence of bright Effence increate!
Or hear'st thou rather pure etherial Stream,
Whofe Fountain who fhall tell? Before the Sun,
Before the Heav'ns thou wert, and at the Voice
Of God, as with a Mantle didst invest
The rifing World of Waters dark and deep,
Won from the Void and form lefs Infinite."

LIGHTNING.

Milt.

Not half fo fwiftly fhoots along the Air The gliding Lightning, or defcending Star : Thro' Clouds of airy Shades lie wing'd her Flight, And dark Dominions of the filent Night; Swift as the paft the flitting Ghofts withdrew, And the pale Spectres tremble at her view: To th' Iron-Gates of Tenarus fhe flies, There spreads her dufky Pinions to the Skies. The Day beheld, and fick'ning at the Sight, Veil'd her fair Glories in the Shades of Night. Affrighted Atlas, on the diftant Shore, Trembled, and thook the Heav'ns and Gods he bore. As when fome dreadful Thunder-clap is nigh, The winged Fire fhoots fwiftly thro' the Sky, Strikes and confumes e'er fcarce it does appear, And by the fudden Ill prevents the Fear.Dryd. Ind. Emp. The Clouds

Juftling, or pufh'd by Winds, rude in their Shock, Tine the flant Lightning, whofe thwart Flame driv❜n

Kindles the gummy Bark of Firr, or Pine.

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Milt.

As

As where the Lightning runs along the Ground, No Husbandry can heal the blafting Wound; Nor bladed Grafs nor bearded Corn fucceed, But fcales of Scurf and Putrefaction breed.

LION.

(Dryd. Hind. & Panth,

Like as a Lion that by chaunce doth fall
Into the hunters toyle, doth rage and roare,
In royal heart difdaining to be thrall;

Bat all in vaine; for what might one do more ?
They have him taken captive, tho' it grieve him fore.

Like as a Lion, whoes imperial powre

A proud rebellious Unicorne defies,

T'avoid the rafh affault and wrathful ftowre
Of his feirce foe, him to a tree applies,

And when him running in full courfe he fpies,
He flips afide; the whiles that furious beaft
His precious horne, fought of his enemies,

Strikes in the Stock, ne thence can be releaft,
But to the mighty Victor yields a bounteous feaft..
(Spen

See! next, the great Alcides Trophy rife,
The fiery Lion raging in the Skies;
His Pow'r in yellow Locks is feen expreft,
In flashing Eyes, and ample Width of Cheft;
In large and brawny Limbs, in Features bold,
And Stature of a tall gigantick Mould.
From him can ought or kind or lovefom flow,
The Terror of Athenian Swains below?
'Till Hercules advanc'd, and fav'd the Land,
A Conqueft worthy of the Hero's Hand.
So fierce his Rage, that * my ferener Reign
Can fcarce the Fury of his Beams restrain;
And when abated by thefe milder Heats,
The Lion ftill obtains, and fullenly retreats.

"

* Apollo Speaks.

Does

Does the dread King and Terror of the Wood,
The Lion, at thy Hand expect his Food?
Stung with keen Hunger from his Den he comes,
Ranges the Plains, and o'er the Forest roams;
In fullen Majefty he ftalks away,

Gay,

And Tygers tremble while he feeks his Prey.
Thus as a hungry Lion, who beholds
A gamefom Goat, that frisks about the Folds;
Or beamy Stag, that grazes on the Plain;
He runs, he roars, he thakes his rising Mane,
He grins, he opens wide his greedy Jaws;
The Prey lies panting underneath his Paws :
He fills his famifh'd Maw, his Mouth runs o'er
With unchew'd Morfels, while he churns the Gore.
The famifh'd Lion thus, with Hunger bold,
O'erleaps the Fences of the nightly Fold;
And tears the peaceful Flocks: with filent Awe
Trembling they lie, and pant beneath his Paw.
(Dryd, Virg.
So when the gen'rous Lion has in Sight
His equal Match, he roufes for the Fight:
But when his Foe lies proftrate on the Plain,
He fheaths his Paws, uncurls his angry Mane,
And pleas'd with bloodlefs Honours of the Day,
Walks over, and difdains th' inglorious Prey.

(Dryd. Hind. Panth

As when the Swains the Lybian Lion chace,
He makes a four Retreat, nor mends his Pace;
But if the pointed Jav'lin pierce his Side,
The Lordly Beaft returns with double Pride,
He wrenches out the Steel, he roars for Pain,
His Sides he lashes, and erects his Mane.

Thus as a Lion, when he fpies from far
A Bull, that feems to meditate the War;
Bending his Neck, and fpurning back the Sand;
Runs roaring downward from his hilly Stand,
To rush from high on his unequal Foe.

Dryd, Virg.

LOOKS.

LOOKS.

His awful Prefence did the Crowd furprize,
Nor durft the rath Spectators meet his Eyes;
Eyes that confefs,d him born for Kingly Sway,
So fierce they flash'd intolerable Day. Dryd, Pal.& Aac.
The Trojan Chief appear'd in open Sight,
Auguft in Vifage, and ferenely bright:

His Mother Goddefs, with her Hands Divine,
Had form'd his curling Locks, and made his Temples

Had giv'n his rouling Eyes a fparkling Grace,
And breath'd a youthful Vigour on his Face :
Like polish'd Iv'ry, beauteous to behold;

(fline;

Or Parian Marble,when enchas'd with Gold. Dryl.Virg. He looks fecure of Death: fuperiour Greatnefs; Like Jove, when he made Fate, and faid, Thou art The Slave of my Creation.

He looks as Man was made, with Face erect,

That fcorns his brittle Corps, and seems afham'd
He's not all Spirit: his Eyes with a dumb Pride,
Accufing Fortune that he fell not warm,

Yet now difdains to live.

Dryd. Don. Seb. Care fate on his faded Cheek; but under Brows Of dauntless Courage, and confiderate Pride, Waiting Revenge. Cruel his Eye, but caft Signs of Remorfe and Paffion.

LORD.

Milt.

Here a young Lord of wond'rous Hopes behold, Drawn in a fplendid Coach, adorn'd with Geld. His Garb all killing, and each Gem a Dart Which finds a Paffage to the Lady's Heart: Down on his Ivory Neck the flowing Hair, And filver Plumes, which nod and fport in Air, Command the Paffions, and ingage the Fair. Rowe's Call.

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