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ADONIS's Garden.

But were it not that Time their Troubler is,
All that in this delightful Garden grows

Should happy be, and have immortal Bliss:
For here all Plenty and all Pleasure flowes,
And fweet Love gentle Fits emongst them throws,
Without fell Rancour, or fond Jealousie;
Frankley each Paramour his Leman knows,
Each Bird his Mate; ne any does envie
Their goodly Merriment, and gay Felicitie.

There is continual Spring, and Harvest there Continual, both meeting at one Time :

For both the Boughes do laughing Blossoms beare, And with fresh Colours deck the wanton Prime, And eke at once the heavy Trees they climb,

Which feem to labour under their Fruites Lode
;
The whiles the joyous Birds make their Pastime
Emongst the fhady Leaves, their fweet Abode,
And their true Love, without Sufpicion, tell abrode.

Right in the middeft of that Paradife,
There stood a stately Mount, on whoes round Top
A gloomy Grove of Myrtle-Trees did rife,
Whoes fhadie Boughs fharp Steele did never lop,
Nor wicked Beasts their tender Buds did crop;

But, like a Girlond, compaffed the Hight,
And from their fruitfull Sides fweet Gumes did drop,
That all the Ground with pretious Dew bedight,
Threw forth most dainty Odours, and most sweet

(Delight.

And, in the thickest Covert in that Shade,
There was a pleasant Arbour, not by Art,
But of the Trees own Inclination made,
Which knitting their ranke Branches Part to Part,
With wanton Ivie-twine entail'd athwart,

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And Eglantine and Caprisfole emong,

Fashion'd above within their inmoft Part, (throng,
That neither Phoebus Beames could through them
Nor Eolus harp Blaft could work them any Wrong.

And all about grew every Sort of Flowre,
To which fad Lovers were transform'd of Yore;
Fresh Hyacinthus, Phoebus Paramoure,

And dearest Love;

Foolish Narciffe, that likes the wat❜ry Shore;
Sad Amaranthus, made a Flowre but late;
Sad Amaranthus, in whofe purple Gore
Mefeemes I fee Amintas wretched Fate,

To whom fweet Poets Verfe hath given endless Date.

EGEO N.

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Egeon, when with Heav'n he ftrove,

Stood oppofite in Arms to mighty Jove:

Mov'd all his hundred Hands, provok'd the War,
Defy'd the forky Lightning from afar :
At fifty Mouths his flaming Breath expires;
And Flash for Flash returns, and Fires for Fires:
In his right Hand as many Swords he wields,

And takes the Thunder on as many Shields. Dryd.Virg.
Briarius call'd in Heav'n, but mortal Men below
By his terreftial Name Egeon know.

EOLUS.

Dryd. Hom.

As when Don Bolus, in great Displeasure, For Lofs of his deare Love, by Neptune kent, Sends forth the Winds out of his hidden Treasure, Upon the Sea to wreak his fell Intent; They breaking forth with rude Unruliment, From all four Parts of Heaven do rage full fore, And tofs the Deeps, and leave the Firmament, And all the World confound with wide Uprore, As if, in Stead thereof, they Chaos would reftore. [Spen. Fairy Qu.

The

The God, who does in Caves constrain the Winds,
Can with a Breath their clam'rous Rage appeafe;
They fear his Whistle, and forfake the Seas.

Yet once indulg'd, they fweep the Main,
Deaf to the Call, or hearing hear in vain.
They, bent on Mifchief, bear the Waves before,
And not content with Seas, infult the Shore ;
When Ocean, Air, and Earth at once ingage,
And rooted Forefts Ay before their Rage:
At once the clashing Clouds to Battel move,
And Lightnings run across the Fields above.
In Times of Tempeft they command alone,
And he but fits precarious on the Throne.

Dryd. Ovid
olus, to whom the King of Heav'n
The Pow'r of Tempefts, and of Winds has giv'n:
Whofe Force alone their Fury can restrain,
And smooth the Waves, or fwell the troubled Main.
The Jailor of the Wind,

Whofe hoarfe Commands his breathing Subjects call;
He boafts and blufters in his empty Hall.

ETNA.

Mount Etna thence we spy,

Dryd. Virg.

Known by the fmoaky Flames which cloud the Sky:
By Turns a pitchy Cloud fhe rowls on high;
By Turns hot Embers from her Entrails fly,
And Flakes of mounting Flames that lick the Sky.
Oft from her Bowels maffy Rocks are thrown,
And, fhiver'd by the Force, come piece-meal down.
Oft liquid Lakes of burning Sulphur flow,
Fed from the fiery Springs that boil below.
Enceladus, they fay, transfix'd by Jove,
With blafted Wings came tumbling from above;
And where he fell, th' avenging Father drew
This flaming Hill, and on his Body threw :
As often as he turns his weary Sides,

He shakes the folid Ifle, and Smoke the Heav'n hides.

[Dryd. Virg.

RO

As when the Force

Of Subterranean Wind tranfports a Hill,
Torn from Pelorus, or the flatter'd Side
Of thund'ring Etna, whofe combustible
And fuel'd Entrails thence conceiving Fire,
Sublim'd with min'ral Fury aid the Winds,
And leave a finged Bottom all involv'd
With Stench and Smoke.

AFFECTIONS.

Miit.

How great a Toil to ftem the raging Flood,
When Beauty ftirs the Mafs of youthful Blood?
When the fwoln Veins with circling Torrents rife,
And fofter Paffions fpeak thro' wishing Eyes.

The Voice of Reafon's drown'd; in vain it speaks,
When hafty Anger dies the gloomy Cheeks;
And vengeful Pride hurries the Mortal on
To Deeds unheard, and Cruelties unknown.

Then 'gan the Palmer thus; Moft wretched Man,
That to Affections does the Bridle lend :

In their Beginning they are weak and wan,
But foon, through Suff'rance, growe to fearfull End ;
Whiles they are weak, betimes with them contend:

For when they once to perfect Strength do growe,
Strong Warres they make, and cruel Batt'ry bend,
'Gainft Fort of Reafon it to overthrowe :

Wrath, Jealoufy, Grief, Love, this Squire have laid thus lowe.

Wrath, Jealoufy, Griefe, Love, do thus expell:
Wrath is a Fire, and Jealoufy a Weede;

Griefe is a Flood, and Love a Monster fell.
The Fire of Sparke, the Weed of little Seed,
The Flood of Drops, the Monster Filth did breed:
But Sparks, Seed, Drops, and Filth do thus decay;
The Sparks foon quench, the fpringing Seed out-weed,

The

The Drops dry up, and Filth wipe clean away;
So fhall Wrath, Jealoufy, Griefe, Love, die and de-

(cay.

[Spen. Fairy Qu

AGE.

But you may fhun Difeafes baleful Pow'r,
Nor pine away in an untimely Hour;
Morofe old Age, incurable Disease,

Stalks on, and foon does the frail Being seize;
Tir'd with himself, he Company defires,
Which fcornful flies, for Company he tires.
Now penfive on his Staff he walks alone,
Too confcious what himfelf in Youth has done :
So chang'd his Country, that he feems to ftand
An useless Gazer in a foreign Land.

So chang'd himself, he's fcarce the wither'd Shade
Of the proud Thing in Robes of Glory clad.
Edward, once active as the joyful Sun,

Loaded with Years himself, but loads a Throne,
The Rays fo languid, and the Shadows great,
Almost his English with their Sun was fer.
* A fordid Woman's bufy Projects stain
The fplendid Annals of that martial Reign.
Still fome Remains of Blifs old Age enjoys;
But Time voracious thofe Remains destroys,
'Till it can nought but naked Life devour:
For this the Dotard weeps, and dreads th'approaching

(Hour.

Grim Death, regardlefs, knows not how to fave,
But drags the trembling Prey to his ungrateful Cave.

But oh! on what imperceptible Strings
Depends th'inconftant State of human Things!
That Face, in which the Gods might take Delight,
Is now grown hideous, and forfakes the Sight.

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* Alice Pierce.

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