Now when as all the world in filence deep Yfhrowded was, and every mortal wight

Was drowned in the depth of deadly fleep.

Night, thou foule Mother of annoyance fad, Sifter of heavy death, and nurse of woe,

"Which waft begot in Heaven, but for thy bad
And brutifh fhape, thruft down to Hell belowe,
Where, by the grim floud of Cocytus flowe,
That dwelling is Herebus black hous,
(Black Herebus, thy Husband, is the be

Of all the Gods) where thou ungratious,
Half of thy dayes doost lead in horrour hedeous.

What had th' eternal Maker need of thee,
The world in his continuall course to keep
That dooft all things deface, ne letteft fee
The beautie of his work? indeed in fleep,
The flothful body, doth love to steep,

His luftlefs limbs, and drowne his bafer mind, • Doth praise thee oft, and oft from Stygian deep Calls thee his Goddefs, in his errour blind,

And great dame nature's hand-maid chearing every

But well I wote, that to an heavy heart
Thou art the root and nurfe of bitter cares,
Breeder of new, renewer of old fmarts:
s;
Inftead of reft, thou lendeft rayling teares,

And dreadfull vifions, in the which alive,
The dreary Image of fad Death appeares :
So from the warie Spirite thou dost drive
Defired reft, and men of happiness deprive.

Under thy mantle black there hidden lye,
Light-fhunning theft, and trayterous intent,
Abhorred bloudfhed, and vile felony,
Shamefull deceipt, and danger iminent,
Foule horror, and eke hellish dreriment :

(kind.

All

All these (I wote) in thy protection bee, And light doe fhunne, for fear of being fhent : For, light ylike is loth'd of them and thee, And all that lewdnefs love,doe hate the light to fee.

For day difcovers all dishonest wayes, And fheweth each thing as it is indeed,

The prayfes of high God he fair difplayes, And his large bounty rightly doth agreed, Days bleffed children be the bleffed feed, Which darkness thall fubdue, and heaven win: Truth is his daughter, lie her first did breed, Moft facred virgin, without fpot or fin : Our life is day; but death with darkness doth begin.

Now gan the humid vapour fhed the ground With pearly dew, and the Earth's gloomy fhadeDid dim the brightness of the welkin round, That every bird and beast awarned made

To fhrowd themselves, whiles fleep their fenfes did in-
(vade. Spin.
When Night the droufy Swain and Traveller chace
Their daily Toil, and footh their Limbs with Eafe;.
When all the weary Sons of Woe restrain

Their yielding Cares with Slumbers filken Chain,
Solace fad Grief, and lull reluctant Pain.

'Twas now the Time when Phœbus yields to Night,
And rifing Cynthia fheds her filver Light,
Wide o'er the World in awful Pomp fhe drew
Her airy Chariot, hung with pearly Dew;

All Birds and Beafts lye hufh'd; Sleep fteals away
The wild Defires of Men, and Toils of Day,
And brings, defcending thro' the filent Air,
A fweet Forgetfulness of human Care

Why awful Night begins her folemn Round, -
With all the Majefty of Darkness crown'd...
Now bufy Nature lies diffus'd in Sleep,

Hush'd is the Land, and lull'd the peaceful Deep;

No Breath of Air difturbs the drowsy Woods,
No Whispers murmur from the filent Floods;
The filver Moon fheds down a trembling Light,
And glads the melancholy Face of Night:
The Stars in Order twinkle in the Skies,

And fall in Silence, and in Silence rife. Gay Par. Job.
Darkness now rofe, and brought in louring Night,
Her fhadowy Off-spring, unsubftantial both,
Privation meer of Light, and abfent Day.

Milt.

Soon as with gentle Sighs the Ev'ning Breeze Began to whifper thro' the murm'ring Trees: And Night had wrapt in Shades the Mountains Heads, While Winds lay hush'd in fubterranean Beds.

When the ftill Night with peaceful Poppies crown'd,
Had fpread her fhady Pinions o'er the Ground;
And flumb'ring Chiefs of painted Triumphs dream,
While Groves and Streams are the foft Virgin's Theme;
The Surges gently dash against the Shore,

Flocks quit the Plains, and Galley-flaves the Oar :
Sleep shakes its downy Wings o'er mortal Eyes. Gar.
'Tis Night; the Seafon when the happy take
Repofe, and only Wretches are awake;
Now difcontented Ghofts begin their Rounds,
Haunt ruin'd Buildings, and unwholfom Grounds;
Or at the Curtains of the restless wait,

To frighten 'em with fome fad Tale of Fate.

(Otw. Don. Car. Now all is hufh'd, as Nature were retir'd, And the perpetual Motion standing still; So much the from her Work appears to cease, And ev'ry warring Element's at Peace : All the wild Herds are in their Coverts couch'd, The Fillies to their Banks or Ooze repair'd, And to the Murmurs of the Waters fleep:

(Orph.

The feeling Air's at Reft, and feels no Noife,
Except of fome fhort Breaths upon the Trees,
Rocking the harmless Birds that reft upon them. Otw.
'Tis Night, dead Night, and weary Nature lies
So faft, as if he never were to rife:

No

No Breath of Wind now whispers thro' the Trees,
No Noife at Land, nor Murmur in the Seas:
Lean Wolves forget to howl at Night's pale Noon,
No wakeful Dogs bark at the filent Moon;
Nor bay the Ghosts that glide with Horror by,
To view the Caverns where their Bodies lye;
The Ravens perch, and no Prefages give,
Nor to the Windows of the dying cleave:
The Owls forget to fcream, no Midnight Sound.
Calls drowfy Echo from the hollow Ground.
In Vaults the waking Fires extinguifh'd lye;
The Stars, Heav'ns Centry, wink, and feem to die.
(Lee Theod.
'Twas dead of Night, when weary Bodies clofe
Their Eyes in balmy Sleep, and foft Repose.
The Winds no longer whifper thro' the Woods,
Nor murm'ring Tides disturb the gentle Floods :
The Stars, in filent Order, mov'd around, (Ground.
And Peace, with downy Wings, was brooding on the
The Flocks, and Herds, and party-colour'd Fowl,
Which haunt the Woods, or fwim the weedy Pool,
Stretch'd on the quiet Earth, fecurely lay;
Forgetting the paft Labours of the Day.

Dryd. Virg.
All things are hufh'd, as Nature's felf lay dead;
The Mountains feem to nod their drowsy Head:
The little Birds in Dreams their Songs repeat,
And fleeping Flow'rs beneath the Night-Dew fweat:
Ev'n Luft and Fuvy fleep.
Dryd. Ind Imp.

NIGHTINGALE.

So, clofe in Poplar Shades, her Children gone, The Mother Nightingale laments alone :

Whofe Neft fome prying Churl had found, and thence
By Stealth convey'd th' unfeather'd Innocence.

But the fupplies the Night with mournful Strains,
And melancholy Mufick fills the Plains.

Dryd. Virg.

Thus in fome Poplar Shade the Nightingale With piercing Moans does her loft Young bewail :

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Which

Which the rough Hind obferving as they hy
Warm in their downy Neft, had flol'n away:
But fhe in mournful Sounds does ftill complain,
Sings all the Night, tho' all her Songs are vain,
And ftill renews her miferable Strain. Lee Thood.

NILE.

As when old Father Nilus gins to fwell With timely pride above the Aegyptian vale, His fattie waves does fertile flime outwell, And overflowe each plaine and lowly dale: But when his later ebbe gins to avale,

Huge heapes of Mud he leaves, wherein there breed Tenne thottfand kindes of Creatures, partly male, And partly Female of his fruitfull feed;

Such ugly Monflrous flapes eifwhere may no man

NOBLEM F. N. vid. Rake.

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Here must I needs exclaim, nor can forbear,

On Noble men's improvidential Care;

Who to their forward Sons give loose the Reins,

And taint the generous Blood which fill their Veins ;
Whofe lewd Affociates commonly are known
For Sots, and Scandals of the Court and Town.
For foon as Tutors have refign'd their Charge
Of my young Lord, to let him live at large;
He, who writes Man, muft what he pleafes do,
Indulge his Fancy, his own Course perfue.
Yet think not that this hopeful Babe of Grace
Will follow Counfel, and the best embrace;
No: he'll to Brothels, or to Tavern run,
And whore and guzzle 'till the morning Sun.
Or at Groom-Porter's he his Elbow lakes,
Accompany'd by Scoundrels, Pimps, and Rakes;
Who with foft Pleasure the foft Peer entice,
They plunge the Bubble in the Gulf of Vice.

Rowe's Call.

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