Sways them; the careful Plowman doubting stands
Left on the threshing Floor his hopeful Sheaves
Prove Chaff.

COUNTRY.

Milt.

Thefe, were my Breaft infpir'd with equal Flame, Like them in Beauty, should be like in Fame. Here Hills and Vales, the Woodland and the Plain, Here Earth and Water feem to ftrive again; Not Chaos-like, together crush'd and bruis'd, But as the World, harmoniously confus'd: Here waving Groves a chequer'd Scene difplay, And Part admit, and Part exclude the Day; As fome coy Nymph her Lover's warm Addrefs Nor quite indulges, nor can quite reprefs: There interfpers'd in Lawns and opening Glades, Thin Trees arife that fhun each others Shades: Here in full Light the ruffet Plains extend; There wrapt in Clouds the bluish Hills afcend: Ev'n the wild Heath difplays her Purple Dies, And 'midft the Defart fruitful Fields arife, That crown'd with tufted Trees and fpringing Corn, Like verdant Ifles, the Sable Waste adorn. Let India boaft her Plants, nor envy we The weeping Amber, or the balmy Tree, While by our Oaks the precious Loads are born, And Realms commanded which thofe Trees adorn. Nor proud Olympus yields a nobler Sight, Tho' God's affembled Grace his tow'ring Height, Than what more humble Mountains offer here, Where in their Bleflings all their Gods appear. See Pan with Flocks, with Fruits Pomona crown'd, Here blushing Flora paints th' enamell'd Ground; Here Ceres' Gifts in waving Profpects ftand, And, nodding, tempt the joyful Reaper's Hand; Rich Induftry fits fmiling on the Plains, And Peace and Plenty tell a Stuart reigns.

(Pope's Wind. Foreft.

CUPID.

Like a Cupido on Idean Hill,

When having laid his cruel Bowe away,

And mortal Arrows, where-with he doth fill The World with wondrous Spoiles and bloudie Prey: With his faire Mother he him dights to play,

And with his goodly Sifters, Graces three; The Goddeffe pleased with his wanton play, Suffers her felf through Sleep beguil❜d to bee, The whiles the other Ladies mind their merry glee.

Firft, fhe him fought in Court where most he used Whylome to haunt, but there the found him not; But many there the found, which fore accufed His falfhood, and with foule infamous blot, His cruel Deeds and wicked Wiles did fpot: Ladies and Lords fhe every where mote hear Complaining, how with his empoyfned Shot Their woful Hearts he wounded had why leare, And fo had left them languishing 'twixt Hope and

(Feare. She then the Cities fought from Gate to Gate, And every one did afk, did he him fee;

And every one her anfwer'd, and too late
He had him feen, and felt the crueltie
Of his fharp Darts, and hot Artillerie ;
And every one threw forth Reproaches rife
Of his mischeivous Deeds, and faid, that hee
Was the Disturber of all civil Life,

The Enemie of Peace, and Author of all Strife.

Then in the Country fhe abroad him fought, And in the rural Cottages enquired;

Where alfo many Plaints to her were brought, How he their heedlefs Hearts with Love had fired, And falfe venim thorough their Veines inspired; And eke the gentle Shepheard Swaines, which fate Keeping their fleecie Flocks, as they were hired:

Shee

Shee fweetly heard complaine, both how and what Her Sonne had to them doen; yet fhe did fmile (thereat.

And at the upper End of the faire Towne,
There was an Altar built of precious Stone:
Of paffing Value, and of great Renowne,
On which there ftood an Image all alone,
Of maffie gold, which with his own Light fhone;
And wings it had with fundry Colours dight;
More fundry Colours than the proud Pavone
Beares in his boafted Fan, or Iris bright,

When her difcolour'd Bow fhe fpreads thro' Heav'n

Blindfold he was, and in his cruel fift

A mortal Bow and Arrowes keen did hold,

(bright.

With which he shot at random when he lift:
Some headed with fad Lead, fome with pure Gold
(Ah! Man beware how thou thofe Darts behold.)
A wounded Dragon under him did lye,
Whoes hideous Tayle his left Foot did enfold,

;

And with a Shaft was shot through eyther Eye, That no Man forth could draw, ne no Man remedy.

Next after her, the winged God himself Came riding on a Lyon ravenous,

Taught to obey the menage of that Elfe, That Man and Beaft, with Powre imperious Subdueth to his Kingdom tyrannous :

His blindfold Eyes he bad awhile unbind, That his proud Spoyle of that fame dolorous Faire Dame he might behold in perfect kind; Which feen he much rejoyceth in his cruel Mind.

Of which full proud, himself up rearing hye,
He looked round about with fterne Difdaine ;
And did furvey his goodly Company:
And marshalling the evil ordered Traine,

With that the Darts which his right Hand did ftraine,

Full dreadfully he fhook, that all did quake, And clapt on high his coloured Wings twaine, That all his many it affraide did make :

Tho', blinding him againe, his way he forth did (take. Spen.

CYBELE.

Like as the Mother of the Gods they fay,

In her great Iron Charets wonts to ride,

When to Jove's Palace she doth take her Way;
Old Cybele array'd with pompous Pride,
Wearing a Diademe embattild wide

With hundred Turrets, like a Turribant.
Hail thou great Mother of the Deities!

Spen.

Whose tinckling Cymbals charm'd th' Idean Woods;
Who fecret Rites and Ceremonies taught,
And to the Yoke the favage Lions brought.

In Pomp the makes the Phrygian Roynd,
With golden Turrets on her Temples crown'd:
A Hundred Gods her fweeping Train supply;
Her Off-spring all; and all command the Sky.
(Dryd. Virg.

CYCLO P S.

Sacred to Vulcan's Name, an Ifle does lye,
Between Sicilia's Coast and Lapare
Rais'd high on smoaking Rocks, and deep below
In hollow Caves the Fires of Etna glow;
The Cyclops here their heavy Hammers deal;
Loud Strokes and Hiflings of tormented Steel
Are heard around; the boyling Waters roar,
And fmoaking Flames thro' fuming Tunnels foar.
Hither, the Father of the Fire, by Night,
Thro' the brown Air precipitates his Flight.
On their eternal Anvils, here he found
The Brethren beating, and the Blows go round.
A Load of pointless Thunder now there lies
Before their Hands, to ripen for the Skies.
Thefe Darts for angry Jove they daily caft,
Confum'd on Mortals with prodigious Waste.

Three

Three Rays of writhen Rain, of Fire three more;
Of winged Southern Winds, and cloudy Store
As many Parts, the dreadful Mixture frame :
And Fears are added, and avenging Flame.
Inferiour Minifters for Mars prepare 7
His broken Axle-Trees, and blunted War;
And fend him forth again with furbish'd Arms,
To wake the lazy War with Trumpets loud Alarms.
The rest refresh the fcaly Snakes that fold
The Shield of Pallas, and renew their Cold:
Full on the Crest, the Gorgon's Head they place,
With Eyes that roll in Death, and with distorted Face.
(Dryd. Firg.
So when the Cyclops o'er their Anvils fweat,
And their fwoln Sinews echoing Blows repeat:
From the Vulcano grofs Eruptions rife,

And curling Sheets of Smoke obscure the Skies. Gar.

DALE.

Through Woods and Mountaines, 'till they came at

Into a pleasant Dale, that lowly lay

(laft,

Betwixt two Hills, whoes high Head over-plac't,

The Valley did with cool Shade over-caft;

Through midft thereof a little River rold.

Spen.

DANGER..

With him went Danger cloth'd in ragged weed, Made of a Beares skyn, that him more dreadful made: Yet his own Face was dreadful, ne did need

Strange horror, to deforme his griefly Shade ;
A net in th' one hand, and a rusty blade

In th' other was: this Mifchiefe, that Mishap;
With th' one his Foes he threatned to invade,

With th' other his Friends ment to enwrap;
For, whome he could not kill,he practiz'd to entrap.

But in the Porch did ever more abide
An hedious Giant, dredful to behold,