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On th’utmoft Margin of the Water-mark:
Then with so swift an Ebb the Flood drove backward,
It slipp'd from underneath the scaly Herd :
Here monstrous Phocæ panted on the Shore;
Forsaken Dolphins there, with their broad Tails,
Lay.lashing the departing Waves ; hard by 'em
Sea Horses flound'ring in the slimy Mud,
( Au for Love. Toss's up their Heads, and dash'd the Ooze about 'em. Dryd;
The flowing Water o'er the Valley spreads, And with a welcom Tide regales ,the Meads. Each joyful Field, caress’d by fruitful Streams, With verdant Births and gay Conceptions teems.
Blat; FLOWER.$. See Bower, Garden, Noon, Rose, Tulip, Youth:
Within the Chambers of the Globe they spy
The Beds where sleeping Vegetables lie;
Till the glad Summons of a genial Ray
Unbind the Glebe, and call them out to Day.
Hence Pancies trick themselves in various Hue,
And hence Jonquils derive their fragranc Dew:
Hence the Carnation and the bashful Rose,
Their Virgin-blushes to the Morn disclose:
Hence the chaste Lilly rises to the Light,
Unveils her snowy Breast and charms the sight.
Hence Arbors are with twining Greens array'd,
T'oblige complaining Lovers with their Shade.
You took her up a little tender Flower,
Just sprouted on a Bank, which the next Frost
Had nipt; and with a careful loving Hand
Transplanted her into your own fair Garden,
Where the Sun always thines : There long the flourish'd,
Grew sweet to Sense and lovely to the Eye:
Till at the last a cruel Spoiler came,
Cropt this fair Rose, and rifled all it's Sweetness
Then caft it, like a ldachsam Weed, away.
Otwo. Orpo: These Flowers last but for a little Space; A short-liv'd Good, and an uncertain Grace, This way and that the feeble Stem is driv'n; Weak to sustain the Storms and Injuries of Heav'n. Prop'd by the Spring, it lifts aloft the Head; But of a fickly Beauty, foon to fhed, In Summer living, and in Winter dead. For things of tender kind, for Pleasure made, (Flower and the Leaf Shoot up with swift Increase, and suddain are decay’d. Drid. The
All Flowers will droop in absence of the Sun, That wak’d their Sweets.
Dryd: Müreni: Such on the Ground the fading Rose we fees By some rude Blaft corn from the Parent Tree. N
The Daffodil so leans his languid Head,
Newly mown down upon his grassy Bed :
Tho' from the Earth no more Supplies they gain,
The splendid Form, in part, and lovely Hue remain. Blec,
Farewel, ye Flow'rs, whose Buds with early Care
I watch'd, and to che chearful Sun did rear !
Who now shall bind your Stems ? Or when you fall,
With Fountain Streams your fainting Souls recall ? Dryd.
(State of Inn. FOGS. See Clouds, Mifts.
Thick Damps and lazy Fogs arise,
And with their sluggish Treasures clog the Skies :
Some from dark Caverns, far remote from Day,
From each embowel'd Mount and hollow Vault,
Crude Exhalations and raw Vapours brought.
Some from deep Quagmires, Ponds, and fedgy Moors,
Drive the dull Reeks, and shove the haizy Stores.
To their appointed Station they repair,
And with their heavy Wings encumber all the Air:
The pond'rous Night's impenetrable Steams,
Exclude the Sun, and choak his brightest Beams.
FON D. See Love, Marriage, Want.
Fonder than Mothers to their first-born Joys.
Dryd. O fhe dotes on him! Feeds on his Looks ; eyes him as pregnant Women Gaze at the precious things their Souls are set on. Lee Cæs. Borg.
She would hang on him, As if Increase of Appetite had grown By what it fed on.
Shak. Haml. Let me not live, If the young Bridegroom, longing for his Night, Was ever half so fond.
Dryd. All for Love
I joy more in thee,
Than did thy Mother when she hugg'd thee first,
And bless’d the Gods for all her Travel paít. Otw. Ven. Prer.
So the fofc Mother, tho' the Babe be dead,
Will have the Darling on her Bosom laid;
Will talk and rave, and with the Nurses strive ;
And fond it still, as if it were alive :
Knows it must go, yet struggles with the Crowd,
And shrieks to see them wrap it in the Shrowd.
(Lee Luc. Jun. Bruta
FOOL. See Fortune.
Some took him for a Tool
That Knaves do work with, call'd a Foola Hud.
Fools are known by looking, wise,
As Men find Woodcocks by their Eyes. Hude
Fortune takes Care thac Fools should still be seen:
She places 'em aloft, o'th'top-moft Spoke
Of all her Wheel. Fools are the daily Work
Of Nature ; her Vocation : If the form
A Man she loses by't; 'tis too expensive;
'Twould make ten Fools : A Man's a Prodigy. Dryd. Oedip.
He was a Fool thro' choice, not want of Wit.
His Foppery, without the Help of Sense,
Could ne'er have ris'n to such an Excellence :
Nature's as lame in making a true Fop,
As a Philosopher : The very Top
And Dignity of Folly we attain
By studious Search and Labour of the Brain ;
By Observation, Counsel, and deep Thoughts
God never made a Coxcomb worth a Groac:
We owe that Nanie to Industry and Arts;
An eminent Fool must be a Man of Parts.
Roche For Fools are double Fools, endeavouring to be wire. Dryd.
(Hind. Pan. And Folly as it grows in Years, The more extravagant appears.
FOREST. There stood a Forest on a Mountain's Brow, That over-look'd the shaded Plain below: No sounding At presum'd those Trees to bite; Coeval with the World, á venerable Sight! Dryd. Ovid.
Black was the Forest, thick with Beech it stood, Horrid with Fern, and intricate with Thorn Few Paths of human Feet, or Tracks of Beasts were worn.
(Dryd. Virg FORTITUDE.
Resign'd in ev'ry State, With Patience bear, with Prudence push your Face : By suff"ring well, our Fortune we fubdue ; Fly when the frowns, and when she calls pursue. Drysd. Virgi
Endure and conquer; Jove will soon dispose To future Good our past and present Woes : Resume your Courage, and dismiss your Care An Hour will come, with Pleasure to reláce Your Sorrows past, as Benefits of Fate. Endure the Hard thips of your prefent State ; Live, and reserve your felves for better Fate. Dind. Virgi
But chou, secure of Soul, unbent with Woes,
The more thy Fortune frowns, the more oppose.
No Terrour to my View,
No frightful Fate of Danger can be net:
Inur'd to suffer, and resolv'd to dare:
(Dryd. Virg. The Fates without my Pow'r, shall be without my Care.
Nor am I less, ev'n in this despicable Now, Than when my Name fillid Africk with Affrights, (Seb. And froze your Hearts beneath the Torrid Zone.
Dejected! No, it never shall be said,
That Fate had Pow'r upon a Spartan Soul :
My Mind on its own Centre Itands unmov'd,
And stable, as the Fabrick of the World,
Propt on it self. Still I am Cleomenes.
I fought the Battel bravely which I lost;
And lost it but to Macedonians,
The Successors of those who conquer'd Aba.
'Twas for a Cause too! such a Cause I fought!
Unbounded Empire hung upon my Sword.
Greece, like a lovely Heifer, stood in view,
To see the rival Bulls each other gore;
But wilh'd the Conquest mine.
I fled ; and yet I languish not in Exile;
But here in Egypt whet my blunted Horns,
And meditate new Fights, and chew my Loss. Dryd. Cleom.
My Mind cannot be chang’d by Place or Time:
The Mind is its own Place, and in it self
Can make a Heav'n of Helí, a Hell of Heav'n.
Ev'n Time, that changes All, yet changes us in vain ;
The Body, nor the Mind ; nor can controul
Th’immortal Vigour, or abate the Soul.
What cho'che Field be loft,
All is not lost! th’unconquerable Will,
And Study of Revenge ; immortal Hare,
And Courage never to submit or yield;
And what is else not to be overcome ?
That Glory never thall his Wrath or Might
Extort from me. To bow, and sue for Grace
With suppliant Knee, and deify his Power,
Who from the Terrour of this Arm so late
Doubred his Empire ; that were low indeed,
That were an Ignominy and Shame beneath
Empire o'er the Sea and Main,
Heav'n chat gave, can take again :
But a Mind that's truly brave,
Storms arising ;
And can ne'er be made a Slave. Dryd. Alb. Albard
In ftruggling with Misfortunes
Lies the Proof of Virtue: On smooch Seas
How many bawble Boats dare set their Sails,
And make an equal way with firmer Veffels
But let the Tempest once enrage the Sea,
And then behold the strong-rib'd Argofie
Bounding between the Ocean and the Air,
Like Perseus mounted on his Pegasus :
Then where are those weak Rivals of the Main ?
Or to avoid the Tempest fled to Port,
Or made a Prey to Neptune. Even thus
Do empty Show and true priz'd Worth divide
In Storms of Fortune.
Shak. don Dryd. Troil. & Cres.
With such unshaken Temper of the Soul
To bear the swelling Tide of prosp'rous Fortune,
Is to deserve that Fortune. In Adversity
The Mind grows tough by buffering the Tempest ;
But in Success diffolving, finks to Eafe,
And loses all her Firmness.
Row. Tamerl. : Thou haft been As one in suffering all, that suffers nothing: A Man who Fortune's Buffers and Rewards Haft ca'en with equal Thanks : And bleft are they Whose Blood and Judgment mingled are so well, That they are not a Pipe for Fortune's Finger, To sound what Stop she please.
Shak. Hami. Let Fortune empty her whole Quiver on me, I bave a Soul, that like an ample Shield, Can take in all, and Verge enough for more. Fate was not mine, nor am I Fate's. Souls know no Conquerours.
Dryd. Don Seb. We wage unequal War. With Men unconquer'd in the lifted Field; Or conquer'd, yet unknowing how to yield.
Dryd. Virg: So tho' less worthy Scones are drown'd by Night, The faithful Di'mond keeps his native Lighc; And is oblig'd to Darkness for a Ray, That would be more oppress’d than help'd by Day. Cowl.
What e'er berides, by Destiny 'tis done,
And better bear like Men, than vainly seek to shun. Dryd. Pal.
But Hutibras, who scorn'd to stoop (Arc.
To Fortune, or be said to droop,
Chear'd up himself with Ends of Verse,
And Sayings of Philosophers.
I am not now in Fortune's Power,
He that is down can fall no lower.
And as we fee ch'eclipied Sun,
By Mortals is more gaz'd upon,