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Behold him now exalted into Truft,
His Counfel's oft convenient, feldom just ;
Ev'n in the moft fincere Advice he gave,
He had a Grudging ftill to be a Knave.
The Frauds he learnt in his Fanatick Years,
Made him uneafy in his lawful Geers.
At beft, as little honeft as he could,
And, like white Witches, mifchievously good.
To his first Biafs longingly he leans,

And rather would be Great by wicked Means.
Thus, fram'd for Ill, he loos'd our triple Hold;
Advice unfafe, precipitous, and bold."

From hence thofe Tears! That Ilium of our Woe
Who helps a pow'rful Friend, fore-arms a Foe,
What Wonder if the Waves prevail fo far,

When he cut down the Banks that made the Bar?
Seas follow but their Nature to invade,
But he by Art our native Strength betray'd:
So Sampfon to his Foe his Force confefs'd,
And, to be fhorn, lay flumbʼring on her Breast.
But when this fatal Counfel, found too late,
Expos'd its Author to the publick Hate;
When his juft Sovereign, by no impious Way,
Could be fedec'd to arbitrary Sway;
Forfaken of that Hope, he fhifts the Sail,
Drives down the Current with a pop'lar Gale,
And thews the Fiend confefs'd, without a Veil.
He preaches to the Crowd, that Power is lent,
But not convey'd, to Kingly Government :
That Claims fucceffive bear no binding Force;
That Coronation Oaths are Things of Course,
Maintains, the Multitude can never err;
And fets the People in the Papal Chair.
The Reafon's obvious; Intreft never lies;
The Moft have ftill their Int'reft in their Eyes,
The Pow'r is always theirs, and Pow'r is ever wife.
Thus this new Jehu fpurs the hot mouth'd Horfe,
Inftructs the Beast to know his native Force,
To take the Bit between his Teeth, and fly
To the next headlong Steep of Anarchy. Dryd. Med.

ACIS, changed into a River.

Strait iffued from the Stone a Stream of Blood, Which toft the Purple, mingling with the Flood.

Then

Then, like a troubled Torrent, it appear'd
The Torrent too, in little Space, was clear'd.
The Stone was cleft, and, thro' the yawning Chink,
New Reeds arofe on the new River's Brink.
The Rock, from out its hollow Womb, disclos'd
A Sound, like Water in its Course oppos'd;
When, wondrous to behold fall in the Flood,
Up ftarts a Youth, and Navel high he stood:
Horns from his Temples rife, and either Horn
Thick Wreaths of Reeds, his native Growth, adorn:
Were not his Stature taller than before,

His Bulk augmented, and his Beauty more,
His Colour blue, for Acis he might pafs;
And Acis, chang'd into a Stream, he was:

But mine no more; he rouls along the Plains (by Galatea. With rapid Motion, and his Name retains. Dr. Ov. Spoken

ACTA ON.

Acteon was the first of all his Race,

Who griev'd his Grandfire for his borrow'd Face :
Condemn'd by ftern Diana to bemoan

The branching Horns, and Vifage, not his own;
To fhun his once lov'd Dogs, to bound away,
And from their Hunter to become their Prey.
The Man began to disappear

By flow Degrees, and ended in a Deer.
A rifing Horn on either Brow he wears,

And ftretches out his Neck, and pricks is Ears;
Rough is his Skin, with fuddain Hairs o'ergrown,
His Bofom pants with Fears before unknown.
Transform'd at length, he flies away in Halte,
And wonders why he flies away fo faft:
But as, by Chance, within a neighb'ring Brook,
He faw his branching Horns, and alter'd Look,
Wretched Acteon! in a doleful Tone,
Hetry'd to fpeak, but only gave a Grean :
And, as he wept, within the watry Glafs,
He faw the big round Drops, with filent Pace,
Run trickling down a favage hairy Face.

He behind him fpies

His op'ning Hounds, and now he hears their Cries.
He bounded off with Fear, and fwiftly ran

O'er craggy Mountains, and the flow'ry Plain;

Through Brakes and Thickets forc'd his Way, and flew
Through many a Ring, where once he did purfue.
In vain he oft endeavour'd to proclaim

His new Misfortune, and to tell his Name;

Nor Voice, nor Words, the brutal Tongue fupplies,
From fhouting Men, and Horns, and Dogs, he flies,
Deafen'd and tun'd with their promifcuous Cries.
When now the fleeteft of the Pack, that prefs'd
Clofe at his Heels, and fprung before the reft,
Had faften'd on him, ftrait another Pair
Hung on his wounded Haunch, and held him there,
Till all the Pack came up, and every Hound
Tore the fad Huntsman, grov'ling on the Ground,
That now he feem'd' but one continu'd Wound.
He feels his rav'nous Dogs with Fury tear

Their panting Lord, disfigur'd in a Deer. Add. Ovid.

ADAM in Paradife.

In all the Joys that happy Minds attain,
Blefs'd Adam first began to live and reign:
He to fair Eden's Paradife reforts,

Where ev'ry Senfe its proper Pleasure courts;
The joyful Spring, by foft Favonius fann'd,
Diffus'd her Riches with a wanton Hand;
From new-born Flow'rs luxurious Odours fly,
And heavenly Landskips meet his ravifh'd Eye;
The twining Branches weave him shady Bow'rs,
And Honey Dews fall in delicious Show'rs:
Birds with their Songs their Sovereign falute,
From Boughs, which bend beneath their golden Fruit.
Pure Streams to him their cristal Waters bring,
And the glad Fith leap up to fee their King,
The harmless Beafts their humble Homage paid,
And the fole Monarch of the World obey'd.
Uninterrupted Peace his Mind poffefs'd,
And Joys unutterable fill'd his Breaft.
A.Day ferene fmil'd on his Godlike Mind,

Free from black Clouds, and undisturb'd with Wind:
No Guilt, no Frown from Heaven difturbs his Soul,
Calm as deep Rivers in ftill Ev'nings roul;
No Storms of Paffion, fuch as us moleft,
Annoy the peaceful Region of his Breaft;
No boiling Luft fwell'd th'overflowing Blood,
To bear down Reafon with th'impetuous Flood:

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His

His fpotlefs Mind knew yet no other Fire,

Than thofe pure Flames which heav'nly Minds infpire.
O happy Man, above Defcription blefs'd,

Had he maintain'd the Station he poffefs'd! Blac. P. Arth.

Fall of ADAM.

When Adam fell, ftrait troubled Nature moan'd,
And, fhaking with a ftrong Convulfion, groan❜d:
Ev'n Paradife look'd fad, the Herds repin'd,
And lofty Cedars fhook without a Wind.
The Rofes fade, the Golden Apples turn'd
Pallid, and all the fick Creation mourn'd.
To the thick Trees in vain fall'n Adam made,
To hide his blacker Guilt beneath their Shade
The Serpent's Venom fpreads through all his Veins,
And Sins Contagion unrefifted reigns:

A Death-like Damp fhoots through his poifon'd Blood,
And Fears cold Chains arreft the beating Flood.
Black Thoughts of Vengeance feize his guilty Heart,
And Confcience wounds him with her poifon'd Dart:
Where Peace dwelt undifturb'd, and fmiling Light,
Confufion now, Chaos, and horrid Night;

Black frowning Clouds, and murm'ring Thunders, roul
O'er the vext Region of his guilty Soul.

Fierce driving Storms, and bleak tempeftuous Wind,
Beat on the wafteful Defart of his Mind:
Revenge, Defpair, Grief, Jealoufy, and Fear,
Have in their Turn fupream Dominion there :
Reafon, dethron'd, must the Commands obey
Of this wild Rout, that holds the Sov❜reign Sway.
As when a Planet, once all fair and bright,
Sickens, and fhines with pale and faded Light,
By fome fierce Storm, bred in its Bowels, rent,
As Clouds are by the Thunder in them pent;
The mighty Orb, disjointed, cracks; and all
The broken Parts in noify Ruin fall:
Sometimes it blazes with a difinal Light,

And then, grown dim, feems loft and drown'd in Night; -
Then, finking, does the Starry Sky forfake,
Contented fome inferiour Seat to take.

So Man, feduc'd by the Impoftor, fell

From Heav'ns bright Coafts to the black Verge of Hell...

(Blac. P. Arth.

ADO

A DONIS.

So when bright Venus yielded up her Charms,
The bleft Adonis languish'd in her Arms:
His Arrows fcatter'd, and his Bow unftrung:
Obfcure in Coverts lie his dreaming Hounds,
And bay the fanfy'd Boar with feeble Sounds.
For nobler Sports he quits the favage Fields,

And all the Hero to the Lover yields. Smith Phæd. & Hip.

Kill'd by a Boar.

On the cold Mountain lies the wretched Youth, Kill'd by a favage Boar's unpitying Tooth:

In his white Thigh the fatal Stroke is found

Not whiter was that Tooth which gave the Wound,
From the wide Wound faft flows the ftreaming Gore,
And ftains that Skin which was all Snow before..

His Breath with quick fhort Tremblings comes and goes,
And Death his fainting Eyes begins to clofe.
From his pale Lips the ruddy Colour's fled,
Fled; and has left his Kiffes cold and dead.
Deep in his Thigh, deep went the killing Smart;
But deeper far it went in Venus Heart:

There lies he steep'd in Gore, there lies he drown'd
In purple Streams, that gufh from his own Wound.
There lies he, like a pale and wither'd Flow'r,
Which fome rude Hand had cropp'd before its Hour:
Yet Smiles and Beauties ftill live in his Face;

Them Death can never frighten from their Place. Oldh. Bion.

ADULTERY

The Stain of Violation is upon thee,

The ruddy fpot frefl, ardent on thy Face:

Thy Cheeks are burning with th'Adult'rer's Mark,
His Print is on thy Lips; thy melted Eyes

Yet glow with languifh'd Luftre

Lanfd. Her. Love,

Juft reeking from my Arms! O thou Adulterefs, Whofe Name to mention fure would rot my Lungs, And blifter up my Tongue! Infatiate Scylla,

Bark'st thou for more? Then let the Furies feize thee,

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