To Day is ours! what do we fear?
To Day is ours! we have it here!
Let's treat it kindly, that it may,
Wish at least with us to ftay.
Let's banish Bus'nefs, banith Sorrow,
To the Gods belongs To-morrow.
Underneath this Myrtle Shade,
On flow'ry Beds fupinely laid,

With od'rous Oils my Head o'er-flowing,
And around it Rofes growing,
What fhould I do, but drink away
The Heat and Trouble of the Day?
In this more than Kingly State,
Love himself fhall on me wait:
Fill to me, Love, nay fill it up,
And mingled, caft into the Cup,
Wit, and Mirth, and noble Fires,
Vig'rous Health, and gay Defires.
The Wheel of Life no lefs will stay,
In a fmooth than rugged Way:
Since it equally does flee,

Let the Motion pleasant be.

Why do we precious Ointments fhow'r,
Noble Wines why do we pour,
Beauteous Flow'rs why do we fpread,
On the Monuments of the Dead?
Nothing they but Duft can fhow,
Or Bones that haften to be so:
Crown me with Rofes whilft I live :
Now your Wines and Ointments give:
After Death I nothing crave,
Let me alive my Pleasures have;
All are Stoicks in the Grave.

The thirsty Earth foaks up the Rain,
And drinks, and gapes for Drink again.
The Plants fuck in the Earth, and are
By conftant Drinking, fresh and fair:
The Sea it felf, which one would think
Should have but little need of Drink,
Drinks Ten thousand Rivers up,
So fill'd, that they o'erflow the Cup.
The bufy Sun, and one would ghefs,
By's drunken fiery Face no lefs.

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Drinks up the Sea, and when h'as done,
The Moon and Stars drink up the Sun:
They drink and dance by their own Light,
They drink and revel all the Night.

Nothing

Nothing in Nature's fober found,
But an eternal Health goes round.
Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high;
Fill all the Glaffes there; for why
Should ev'ry Creature drink but I?

Why, Man of Morals, tell me why? Cowl. Awac.
A thirfty Soul!

He took the Challenge and embrac'd the Bowl;

With Pleasure fwill'd the Gold, nor ceas'd to draw,
Till he the Bottom of the Brimmer faw.
He crown'd a Bowl, unbid;

The laughing Nectar over-look'd the Lid:
The Reconciler-Bowl went round the Board,
Which empty'd, the rude Skinker still reftor'd.
The Feaft continu'd till declining Light,

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They drank, they laugh'd, they lov'd; and then 'twas Night. Drunken at laft, and drowfy, they depart

Each to his House.

The thund'ring God,

Ev'n he withdrew to Reft, and had his Load;
His fwimming Head to needful Sleep apply'd,
And Juno lay unheeded by his Side."

The Vapours to their swimming Brains advance,
And double Tapers on the Tables dance.

Let each indulge his Genius, each be glad,
Jocund, and free, and fwell the Feaft with Mirth.
The fprightly Bowl fhall chearfully go round;
None thall be grave, nor too feverely wife :
Loffes and Difappointments, Cares and Poverty,
The rich Man's Infolence, and great Man's Scorn,
In Wine fhall be forgotten all. To Morrow
Will be too foon, to think and to be wretched.
Come to the Banquet all,

And revel out the Day, 'tis my Command:
Gay as the Perfian God our felf will stand,
With a crown'd Goblet in our lifted Hand:
Young Ammon and Statira fhall go round,

While antick Measures beat the burden'd Ground,
And to the vaulted Skies our Clangors found.
All drink it deep, and while it flies about,
Mars and Bellona join to make us Musick.
A hundred Bulls be offer'd to the Sun,

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Row. Fair Peni

White as his Beams. Speak the big Voice of War,
Beat all our Drums, and blow our Silver Trumpets,
Till we provoke the Gods to act our Pleasures
In Bowls of Nectar and replying Thunder.

K

Lee Alex,

Hard

Hard are the Laws of Love's defpotick Rule,
And ev'ry Joy is trebly bought with Pain.
Crown we the Goblet then, and call on Bacchus,
Bacchus, the jolly God of laughing Pleasures.
Bid ev'ry Voice of Harmony awake;
Apollo's Lyre and Hermes tuneful Shell.

Let Wine and Mufick join to fwell the Triumph,
To footh uneafy Thought, and lull Defire.

DRUM.

It is the Trumpet and the Drum
That make the Warriour's Stomach come;
Whofe Noife whets Valour fharp, like Beer
By Thunder turn'd to Vinegar:

For if a Trumpet found, or Drum beat,
Who has not a Month's Mind to combat?
DUEL. See Gauntlets.

Now at the Time, and in th'appointed Place,
The Challenger and Challeng'd, Face to Face,
Approach: Each other from afar they knew,
And from afar their Hatred chang'd their Hue.
So ftands the Thracian Herdfman with his Spear,
Full in the Gap, and hopes the hunted Bear;
And hears him ruftling in the Wood, and fees
His Courfe at Distance by the bending Trees;
And thinks, here comes my mortal Enemy,
And either he muft fall in fight or I.

This while he thinks, he lifts aloft his Dart,
A gen'rous Chillnefs feizes ev'ry Part;

Row. Ulyff.

The Veins pour back the Blood and fortify the Heart.
Thus pale they meet, their Eyes with Fury burn;
None greets, for none the Greeting will return;
But in dumb Surlinefs, each arm'd with Care,
His Foe profefs'd, as Brother of the War.
Then both, no Moment loft, at once advance
Against each other, arm'd with Sword and Lance:
They lafh, they foin, they pafs, they ftrive to bore
Their Corflets, and the thinneft Parts explore.
Thus two long Hours in equal Arms they ftood;
And wounded wound, till both were bath'd in Blood;
And not a Foot of Ground had either got,

As if the World depended on that Spot.
Fell Arcite, like an angry Tyger, far'd,
And like a Lion Palamen appear'd;

Or as two Boars whom Love to Battel draws,
With rifing Briftles and with frothy Jaws,

Their adverfe Breafts with Tusks oblique they wound,
With Grunts and Groans the Foreft rings around:

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So

So fought the Knights;

In mortal Battel doubling Blow on Blow;
Like Light'ning flam'd their Fauchions to and fro,
And fhot a dreadful Gleam: So ftrong they strook,
There feem'd lefs Force requir'd to fell an Oak.
Now in clos'd Field, each other from afar
They view, and rufhing on begin the War:

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They launch their Spears, then Hand to Hand they meet,
The trembling Soil refounds beneath their Feet.
Their Bucklers clafh, thick Blows defcend from high,
And Flakes of Fire from their hard Helmets fly.
Such was the Combat in the lifted Ground,

So clash their Swords, and fo their Shields refound.
Rais'd on the Stretch, young Turnus aims a Blow
Full on the Helm of his unguarded Foe;
But all in Pieces flies the Traytor Sword,
And in the Middle ftruck, deferts its Lord;
The mortal-temper'd Steel deceiv'd his Hand,
The fhiver'd Fragments fhone amid the Sand.
Surpriz'd with Fear, he fled along the Field,
And now forthright, and now in Orbits wheel'd.
Ten times already round the lifted Place,
One Chief had fled, and t'other giv'n the Chafe.
Once more erect the Rival Chiefs advance,

One trufts the Sword, and one the pointed Lance,
And both refolv'd alike to try their fatal Chance.

(Arc.

Turnus then trembling view'd the thund'ring Chief advance,

And brandishing aloft the deadly Lance:

Amaz'd he cow'rs beneath his conqu'ring Foe,
Forgets to ward, and waits the coming Blow:
Aftonish'd while he ftands, and fix'd with Fear,
Aim'd at his Shield he fees th'impending Spear.

The Heroe meafur'd firft with narrow View
The deftin'd Mark; and rifing as he threw,
With its full Swing the fatal Weapon flew.
Not with less Rage the rattling Thunder falls,
Or Stones from batt'ring Engines break the Walls.
Swift as a Whirlwind from an Arm so strong;
The Lance drove on, and bore the Death along.
Nought could his feven-fold Shield the Prince avail,
Nor ought beneath his Arms the Coat of Mail;
It pierc'd thro' all, and with a griefly Wound
Transfix'd his Thigh, and doubled him to Ground:
Thus low on Earth the lofty Chief is laid,

With Eyes caft upward, and with Arms difplay'd. Dryd. Virg.

DUNGEON.

Them to a Dungeon's Depth I fent, both bound,
Where, ftow'd with Snakes and Adders, now they lodge;
Two Planks their Beds, flipp'ry with Ooze and Slime.
The Rats brush o'er their Faces with their Tails,

And croaking Paddocks crawl upon their Limbs. Dryd. K. Arth.
EAGLE. See Nature.

In the fiery Tracts above,
Appears in Pomp th'imperial Bird of Jove:

A Plump of Fowl he fpies that fwim the Lakes,
And o'er their Heads his founding Pinions shakes;
Then ftooping on the fairest of the Train,
In his ftrong Talons trufs'd a filver Swan:
But while he lags, and labours in his Flight,
Behold the daftard Fowl return anew,
And with united Force the Foe pursue:
Clam'rous around the royal Hawk they fly,
And, thick'ning in a Cloud, o'er-fhade the Sky;
They cuff, they fcratch, they cross his airy Courfe,
Nor can th'incumber'd Bird fuftain their Force;
But vex'd, not vanquish'd, drops the pond'rous Prey,
And lighten'd of his Burthen wings his Way.

Thus on fome filver Swan or tim❜rous Hare,
Jove's Bird comes foufing down from upper Air;
Her crooked Talons trufs the fearful Prey,

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Then out of Sight fhe foars, and wings her Way. Dryd. Virg.
So ftoops the yellow Eagle from on high,
And bears a fpeckled Serpent thro' the Sky,
Faft'ning his crooked Talons on the Prey,
The Pris'ner hiffes thro' the liquid Way;
Refifts the royal Hawk, and tho' opprefs'd,
She fights in Volumes, and erects her Creft:
Turn'd to her Foe, fhe ftiffens ev'ry Scale,

And fhoots her forky Tongue, and whisks her threat'ning Tail.
Against the Victor all Defence is weak,
Th'imperial Bird ftill plies her with her Beak;
He tears her Bowels, and her Breast he gores,
Then claps his Pinions, and fecurely foars.

So the Eagle,

That bears the Thunder of our Grandfire Jove;
With Joy beholds his hardy youthful Offspring
Forfake the Neft, to try his tender Pinions
In the wide untrack'd Air; till bolder grown,
Now like a Whirlwind, on the Shepherd's Fold
He darts precipitate, and gripes the Prey;
Or fixing on fome Dragon's fcaly Hide,
Eager of Combat, and his future Feaft,

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Bears