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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 :
Fór here all Plenty and all Pleasure flowes,
And sweet Love gentle Fits emongst them throws,

Without fell Rancour, or fond Jealousie ;
Frankley each Paramour his Leman knows,

Each Bird his Mate ; ne any docs envie
Their goodly Merriment, and gay Felicicie.

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 seem to labour under their Fruites Lode ;
The while the joyous Birds make their Pastime

Emongst the Aady Leaves, their sweet Abode,
And their true Love, without Suspicion, tell abrocle.

Right in the middest of that Paradife,
There stood a stately Mount, on whoes round Top

A gloomy Grove of Myrtle-Trees did rise,
Whoes shadie Boughs sharp Steele did never lop,
Nor wicked Beasts their tender Buds did crop;

But, like a Girlond, compassed the Hight, And from their fruitfull Sides sweet Gumes did drop,

That all the Ground with pretious Dew bedight, Threw forth most dainty Odours, and most fweet

(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 entaiļd athwart,


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And Eglantine and Caprisfole emong, Fashion'd above within their inmoft Part, (throng,

That neither Phæbus Beames could through them Nor Æolus Tharp 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, Phabus Paramoure,
And dearest Love;
Foolish Narcise, that likes the wat'ry Shore ;

Sad Amaranthis, 'made a Flowre but late ;
Sad Amaranthus, in whose purple Gore

Mesecmes I fee Amintas wretched Fate,
To whom {weet Poets Verse hath given endless Date.

[Spen. Fairy by
Egeon, when with Heav'n he ftrove,
Stood opposite in Arms to mighty Fove :
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.

Briarins calld in Heav'n, but mortal Men below By his terreftial Name Ægeon know. Dryd. Hom.

As when Don Æolus, in great Displeasure,
For Loss of his deare Love, by Neptune kent,

Sends forth the Winds out of his hidden Treasure,
U pon the Sea to wreak his fell Intent ;
They breaking forth with rude Unruliment,

From all four Parts of Heaven do rage full sore,
And toss the Deeps, and leave the Firmament,

And all the World confound with wide U prore,
As if, in Stead thereof, they Chaos would reflore.

[Spen. Fairy Que.


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

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

Æolus, to whom the King of Heav'n The Pow'r of Tempests, and of Winds has giv'n: Whose Force alone their Fury can restrain, And smooth the Waves, or swell the troubled Main.

The Jailor of the Wind, Whose hoarse Commands his breathing Subjects. call; He boasts and blusters in his empty Hall, Dryd. Virg.

ÆT N A. Mount Ætna thence we spy, Known by the smoaky Flames which cloud the Sky: By Turns a pitchy Cloud The rowls on high ; By Turns hot Embers from her Entrails fly, And Flakes of mounting Flames that lick the Sky. Oft from her Bowels mally Rocks are thrown, And, thiver'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 say, transfix'd by Fore, With blafted Wings came tumbling from above; And where he fell, th’avenging Father drew This faming Hill, and on his Body threw : As often as he turns his weary Sides, He shakes the solid Ine, and Smoke the Heav'n hides.

(Dryd. Virg.

As when the Force
Of Subterranean Wind transports a Hill,
Torn from Pelorus, or the Diatcer'd Side
Of thund'ring Ætna, whose 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.


How great a Toil to stem the raging Flood,
When Beauty stirs the Mass of youthful Blood ?
When the fwoln Veins with circling Torrents rises
And Softer Paflions speak thro' wishing Eyes.

The Voice of Reason's drown'd; in vain it fpeaks,
Wl.en hasty Anger dies the gloomy Cheeks ;
And vengeful Pride hurries the Mortal on
To Deeds unheard, and Cruelties unknown.

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Then ʼgan the Palmer thus ; Most wretched Man,
That to Affections does the Bridle lend :

In their Beginning they are weak and wan,
Buc foon, through Suft'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 Batı'ry bend,

Gainst Fort of Reason it to overthrowe :
Wrath, Jealousy, Grief, Love, this Squire have laid

thus lowe.

Wrath, Jealousy, Griefe, Love, do thus expell:
Wrach is a Fire, and Jealousy 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 :

Bat Sparks, Seed, Drops, and Filth có thus decay ;
The Sparks foon quench, the springing Seed out-weed,


The Drops dry up, and Filth wipe clean away ;
So halt Wrath, Jealousy, Griefe, Love, die and do-

(cay. [Spen. Faig Q.

But you may shan Diseases baleful Pow'r,
Nor pine away in an untimely Hour ;
Morose old Age, incurable Disease,


and foon does the frail Being seize ; Tir'd with himself, he Company desires, Which scornful Aies, for Company he tires. Now pensive on his Staff he' walks alone, Too confcious wl:at himself in Youth has done : So chang'd his Country, that he seems to stand An useless Gazer in a foreign Land. So chang'd himself, he's scarce tlie wicher'd Shade of the proud Thing in Robes of Glory clad. Edward, once active as the joyful Sun, Loaded with Years himself, Luc loads a Throne, The Rays so languid, and the Shadows great, Almolt his English with their Sun was ser. * A fordid Woman's busy Projects stain The splendid Annals of that martial Reign. Still fome Remains of Bliss old Age enjoys ; But Time voracious those Remains destroysg 'Till it can nought but naked Life devour : For this the Dotard weeps, and dreads th’approaching

(Hour. Grim Dearh, regardless, knows not how to save, But drags the trembling Prey to his ungrateful Cuve.

But oh! on what imperceptible Strings
Depends th’inconstant State of human Things !
That Face, in which the Gods might take Delight,
Is now grown hideous, and forsakes the sight.



* Alice Pierce.

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