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It cannot bear the Stamp without Allay. Dryd. Don Seb.
Mine is a Gleam of Bliss too hot to last; Wat'ry it shines, and will be foon o'ercait. Dryd. Auren.
For, as Extreams are short of Ill and Good,
And Tides at highest Mark regorge the Flood :
So Fate, that could no more improve their Joy,
Took a malicious Pleasure to destroy. Dryd. Sig. Guis.
Weeping for Joy.
My plenteous Joys,
Wanton in Fullness, seek to hide themselves
In Drops of Sorrow.
I cannot speak; Tears so obftru& my Words,
And choak me with unutterable Joy.
Otw. Cait Mar,
Then into Tears of Jay the Father broke;
Each in his longing Arms by turns he took,
Panted and paus'd, and thus again he spoke. Dryd. Virg.
My Joy stops at my Tongue ;
But it has found Two Channels here for One,
And bubbles out above.
Dryd. All for Love.
Her moony Horns were on her Forehead plac'd,
And yellow Sheaves her shining Temples gracd:
A Mitre, for a Crown, she wore on high ;
The Dog, and dappled Bull were waiting by.
Osyris, fought along the Banks of Nile,
The silent God, the sacred Crocodile :
And last a long Procession moving on
With Timbrels, that assist the lab'ring Moon. Dryd. Ovid.
The fortunate ISLANDS.
The happy Illes where endless Pleasures wait;
Are stild by tuneful Bards, The Fortunate.
Eternal Spring with smiling Verdure here
Warns the mild Air, and crowns the youthful Year.
From chrystal Rocks transparent Riv'lets how;
The Rofe ftill blushes, and the Vi'lers blow.
The Vine undress'd her swelling Clusters bears;
The lab'ring Hind the mellow Olives chears :
Blossoms and Fruit at once the Citron shows,
And as she pays, discovers still she owes ;
And the glad Ojange courts the am'rous Maid
With golden Apples, and a filken Shade.
No Blasts e'er discompose the peaceful Sky,
The Springs but murmur, and the Winds but sigh.
The tuneful Swans on gliding Rivers float,
And warbling Dirges dye on ev'ry Note.
Where Flora treads, her Zephyr Garlands flings,
Shaking rich Odours from his purple Wings;
And Birds from Woodbine Bow'rs, and Jess’min Groves
Chaunt their glad Nuptials, and unenvy'd Loves.
Mild Seasons, rising Hills, and filent Dales,
Cool Grottos, silver Brooks, and flow'ry Vales,
In this bleft Climate all the circling Year.prevail.
3 U N O.
Great Queen of gath'ring Clouds,
Whose Moisture fiils the Floods :
Great Queen of nuptial Rites,
Whofe Pow'r the Soul unites,
And fills the Genial Bed with chaste Delights.Dryd. Alb.& Alban.
For Juno ties
The nuptial Knot, and makes the Marriage Joys. Dryd. Virg.
The Majesty of Heav'n ! The Sister-Wife of Jove, Dryd. Virg.
I U PITER.
The Pow'r, whose high Command
Is unconfin'd; who rules the Seas and Land;
And tempers Thunder in his aweful Hand. Dryd. Ovid.
Who Ihakes Heav'n's Axle with his aweful Nod. Dryd. Virg.
The radiant Stars, and Heav'n and Earth controuls. Dryd. Virg.
The Pow's immense ! Eternal Energy!
The King of Gods and Men ; whose awful Hand
Disperses Thunder on the Seas and Land,
Difpofing all with absolute Command.
The mighty Thund'rer, with majestick Awe,
Then shook his Shield, and dealt his Bolts around,
And scatter'd Tempests on the teeming Ground. Dryd. Virg.
So when of old Jove from the Titans fed,
Ammon's rude Front his radiant Face bely'd,
And all the Majesty of Heav'n lay hid ;
At length by Fate to Pow'r divine restor',
His Thunder taught the World to know its Lord :
The God grew terrible again, and was again ador'd.Row,Tamerl.
So Jove look'd down upon the War of Atoms,
And rude tumultuous Chaos, when as yet
Fair Nature, Form, and Order had not Being,
But Discord and Confusion troubled all.
Calm and serene upon his Throne he fare,
Fix'd there by the eternal Law of Fate :
Safe in himself, because he knew his Pow'r,
And knowing what he was, he knew he was fecure. Romo. Ulyf
JUSTICE See King.
Of all the Virtues, Justice is the best ;
Valour, without it, is a common Pest :
Pirates and Thieves, too oft with Courage gracid,
Shew us how ill chat Virtue may be plac'd :
'Tis our Complexion makes us chaste or brave;
Justice from Reason, and from Heav'n we have :
All other Virtues dwell but in the Blood;
That in the Soul, and gives the Name of Good :
Justice the Queen of Virtues !
Justice, tho' she's painted blind,
Is to the weaker Side inclin'd,
Like Charity; else Right and Wrong
Could never hold it out so long.
Justice gives Sentence many times
On one Man for another's Crimes.
As lately't happen'd in a Town,
Where liv'd a Cobler, and but one ;
That out of Doctrine could cut Use,
And mend Mens Lives, as well as Shooos :
This precious Brother having flain,
In Times of Peace an Indian,
The mighty Tottipottimoy
Sent to our Elders an Envoy ;
Complaining forely of the Breach
held forth by Brother Patch,
Against the Articles in Force
Between both Churches, his and ours.
For which he crav'd the Saints to render
Into his Hands, or hang th'Offender.
But they, maturely having weigh'd,
They had no more but him o'tħ'Trade 3
(A Man that serv'd 'em in a double
Capacity, to teach and cobble,
Resolv'd to spare him ; yet to do
The Indian Hogan Mogan too
Impartial Justice, in his stead did
Hang an old Weaver that was bedrid.
So Justice, while she winks at Crimes,
Stumbles on Innocence sometimes.
Kindness has resistlefs Charms,
All things else but weakly move ;
Fiercest Anger it difarms,
And clips the Wings of flying Love!
Beauty does the Heart invade;
Kindness can alone perswade :
It gilds the Lover's servile Chain,
And makes the Slave grow pleas'd and vain.
Kindness can Indiff'rence warm,
And blow that Calm into a Storm.
KING. See Emperour, Tyrant, Usurper.
A Monarch's Crown
Golden in Shew, is but a Crown of Thorns;
Brings Dangers, Troubles, Cares, and sleepless Nights,
To him who wears the Regal Diadem ;
When on his Shoulders each Man's Burthen lies :
For therein lies the Office of a King,
His Honour, Virtue, Merit, and chief Praise,
That for the Publick all this Weight he bears.
Kings, like Heav'ns Eye, should spread their Beams around,
Pleas'd to be seen, while Glory's Race they-run:
Reft is not for the Chariot of the Sun.
Luxurious Kings are to their People loft ;
They live, like Drones, upon the publick Coft. Dryd. Auren.
Kings, who are Fathers, live but in their people.Dryd.Don Seb.
Some Kings the Name of Conquerours assum'd;
Some to be Great, fome to be Gods presum'd:
But boundless Pow'r, and arbitrary Lust,
Made Tyrants ftill abhor the Name of jaft:
They fhund the Praise this God-like Virtue gives,
And fear'd a Title that reproach'd their Lives.
Princes by Disobedience get Command,
And by new-quell’d. Rebellions firmer ftand:
Till by the boundless Offers of Success,
They meet their Fate in ill-us'd Happiness.
O polish'd Perturbation ! Golden Care! That keeps the Ports of Slumber open wide To many a watchful Night ! O Majesty ! When thou doft pinch thy Bearer, thou doft lit Like a rich Armour, worn in Heat of Day, That scalds with Safety. A Crown, whate'er we give, is worth the Coft. Dryd Gong.
How wretchedly he rules, (of Gran. That's ferv'd by Cowards, and advis'd by Fools ! Otw. Don Carl.
What's Royalty, but Pow'r to please my self?
And if I dare not, then am I the Slave,
And my own Slaves the Soveraigns.
Weak Princes flatter when chey want the Pow'r
To curb their People: Tender Plants must bend ;
But when a Government is grown to Strength,
Like some old Oak, cough with its armed Bark,
It yields not to the Tug, but only nods,
And turns to sullen State.
Dryd. Don Sebo
Kings Titles commonly begins by Force,
Which Time wears off, and mellows into Right;
And Pow'r, which in one Age is Tyranny,
Is ripen'd in the next to true Succession. Dryd. Span, Pry
All After-Acts are fanétify'd by Pow'r.
Dryd. Don Seb. Unbounded Pow'r, and Height of Greatness, give To Kings that Lustre which we think divine ;
The Wife, who know 'em, know they are but Men,
Nay, sometimes weak ones too : The Croud indeed,
Who kneel before the Image, not the God,
Worship the Deity their Hands have made.
Ron. Amb. Stepa
He's in Poffeffion! fo Diseases are:
Should not a lingring Feaver be remov'd,
Because it long has rag'd within my Blood
Do I rebel when I would thrust it out?
What? shall I think the World was made for one;
And Men are born for Kings as Beasts for Men,
Not for Protection, but to be devour'd?
Mark those who doat on arbitrary Pow'r,
And you shall find them either hot-brain'd Youth,
Or needy Bankrupts, servile, in their Greatnefs,
And Slaves to some co lord it o'er the rest.
O Bafeness ! to support a Tyrant-Throne,
And crush your free-born Brethren of the World! Dr. Span. Fry.
Those Kings who rule with limited Command,
Have Player's Sceptres put into their Hand.
Pow'r has no Balance! One Side ftill weighs down,
(of Gran. And either hoists the Commonwealth or Crown.
Dryd. Cong. Force only can maintain The Pow'r that Fortune gives, or Worth does gain. Cowl.
Sov'raigns, ever jealous of their State, Forgive not those whom once they mark for Hate ; Ev'n tho'th'Offence they feemingly digest, Revenge, like Embers rak'd within their Breaft, Bursts forth in Flames, whose unresisted Pow'r, Will seize th'unwary Wretch, and soon devour. Dryd. Hom.
The Thoughts of Kings are like religious Groves, The Walks of muffled Gods ; sacred Retreat, Where none but whom chey please t'admit approach. Dryde
The Thoughts of Princes dwell in sacred Privacy, Unknown and ven'rable to the Vulgar; And like a Temple's innermost Recesses, None enter to behold the hallow'd Mysteries, Unbidden of the God that dwells within. Row, Amb. Stepm.
Sebastian was a Man Above Man's Height, ev'n tow'ring to Divinity ; Brave, pious, gen'rous, great and liberal; Just as the Scales of Heav'n that weigh the Seasons. He lov'd his People, him they idoliz'd. His Goodness was diffus'd to human Kind. He was the Envy of his neighb'ring Kings; For him their sighing Queens despis'd their Lords, And Virgin Daughters blush'd when he was nam'd. Dr. Don Seb.