What she commits to Leafs, in order laid, And with loud Curfes leave the mystick Shade. (Dryd. Virg. Have you been led thro' the Cumaan Cave, And heard the impatient Maid divinely rave? I hear her now, I fee her rowling Eyes; And panting, Lo! the God! the God, the cries; With Words not hers, and more than human Sound, She makes th' obedient Ghofts peep trembling thro' the TASTE. (Ground, Rofc. And that fourth band, which cruell battery bent Against the fourth Bulwarke, that is the Tafte, Was as the reft, a gryflie rabblement, Some mouth'd like greedy Oyftriges, fome fae't Like loathy Toades, fome fathon'd in the waste Like Swine; for, fo deform'd is luxury, Surfait, mifdiet, and unthriftie waste, Vaine feafts, and idle fuperfluitie. All thofe this fenfes Fort affaile inceffantly. Span TEARS. I'll teach him a Receipt to make Words that weep, and Tears that speak; I'll reach him Sighs like thofe in Death, At which the Soul goes out too with the Breath. Compt. $ 5 And And then the figh'd, as if her Heart were breaking." Rowe's Fair Pen. Tears not fqueez'd by Art, But fhed from Nature like a kindly Show'r.Dry.Don Seb. She then look'd down and figh'd, While from her unchang'd Face the filent Tears Drop'd as they had not Leave, and ftole their Parting. (Dryd. All for Lové. Her Head reclin'd, as hiding Grief from View, Droops, like a Rofe, furcharg'd with Morning Dew. (Dryd. Auren, He begg'd Relief, With Tears, the Dumb Petitioners of Grief: And any Heart, but only hers, would move. Dry Theoc. Shak. Jul. Caf. He thrice affay'd to fpeak,and thrice in fpite of Scorn, Tears, fuch as Angels weep, burst forth at laft Words interwove with Sighs found out their Way.Milt. She acts the Jealous, and at Will the cries, For Womens Tears are but the Sweat of Eyes. Mine is a Grief of Fury, not Defpair ; And if a manly Drop or two fall down, (Dryr. Juv. It fcalds along my Cheeks; like the green Wood, That fputt'ring in the Flames, works outward into (Tears. Dryd. Cleom., TEMPEST. As when a windie Tempest bloweth hie, That nothing may withstand his ftormy ftowre, Is laid, they fiercely then begin to fhoure, And 3 And as in fcorne of his fpent ftormy spight, Now all at once their malice forth doth poure; Things that love Night, (Spen. Love not fuch Nights as thefe: the wrathful Skies And make them keep their Caves. Since I was Man, Unwhipp'd of Juftice. Hide thee, thou bloody Hand, TENERIFF. Shak, K. Lear; From Atlas far, beyond a Waste of Plains, THAME S. As when the Thames advances thro' the Plain, S 6 Gar. Heré Here in Courfe direct he forward tends, There to his Head his Waves retorted bends. The Ocean to augment, he leaves the Land. THANKS. Let my Tears thank you, for I cannot fpeak, And if I could, Dent. Words were not made to vent fuch Thoughts as mine, (Dryd. Don. Seb. Words would but wrong the Gratitude I owe you : Should I begin to fpeak, my Soul's fo full, That I fhould talk of nothing elfe all day. Otw. Orph. With what becoming Thanks can I reply, Not only Words lye lab'ring in my Breast, But Thought it felf is by thy Praife opprefs'd, (Dryd. Virg. For fhould our Thanks awake the rifing Sun, And lengthen as his latest Shadows run; That, tho' the longest Day, would foon, too foon be (done. Dryd. THOUGHTS. Oh wretched Man! whofe too too busy Thoughts Ride fwifter than the galloping Heavens round, With an eternal Hurry of the Soul: Nay, there's a Time when ev'n the rolling Year Lee Oedip. Reftlefs Thoughts, that like a deadly Swarm Of Hornets arm'd,in Throngs come rufhing on me.Milt. I have been studying how to compare The Prifon where I live unto the World; And And for because the World is populous, And here is not a Creature but my felf, Thoughts tending to Ambition, they do plot Of this hard World, my ragged Prison Walls; Shak. THUN |