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And from thy Beams new Life and Vigour take.
When thy more chearful Rays appear,

Ev'n Guilt and Women cease to fear:
Horrour, Despair, and all the Sons of Night,
Retire before thy Beams, and take their hafty Flight.
Thou rifeft in the fragrant Eaft,

Like the fair Phoenix from her balmy Neft;

But yet thy fading Glories foon decay,

Thine's but a momentary Stay;

Too foon thou'rt ravish'd from our Sight,

Borne down the Stream of Day, and overwhelm'd with Light: Thy Beams to thy own Ruin haste,

They're fram'd too exquifite to last:

Thine is a glorious, but a fhort-liv'd State ;
Pity fo fair a Birth fhould yield fo foon to Fate.

MORPHEUS.

Somnus, the drowsy God,

Excited Morpheus from the fleepy Crowd:
Morpheus, of all his numerous Train, exprefs'd
The Shape of Man, and imitated beft

The Walk, the Words the Gefture could fupply,
The Habit mimick, and the Mien bely:
Plays well, but all his Action is confin'd,
Extending not beyond our human Kind.
Another Birds, and Beafts, and Dragons apes,
And dreadful Images and Monster-fhapes:
This Demon, Icelos, in Heav'ns high Hall
The Gods have nam'd; but Men Phobetor call.
A Third is Phantafus, whofe Actions roul
On meaner Thoughts, and things devoid of Soul:
Earth, Fruits, and Flow'rs he represents in Dreams,
And folid Rocks unmov'd, and running Streams :
These three to Kings and Chiefs their Scenes difplay,
The reft before th'ignoble Commons play.

Still when the golden Sun withdraws his Beams,
And drowsy Night invades the weary World,
Forth flies the God of Dreams, fantaftick Morpheus;
Ten thousand mimick Fancies fleet around him,
Subtle as Air, and various in their Natures:
Each has ten thousand thousand diff'rent Forms,
In which they dance confus'd before the Sleeper;
While the vain God laughs to behold what Pain'
Imaginary Evils give Mankind.

TO-MORROW. See Drinking.
Seek not to know To-morrow's Doom,
That is not ours which is to come!
The prefent Moment's all our Store,

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The next fhould Heav'n allow,
Then this will be no more:
So all our Life is but one inftant Now.
Look on each Day you've paft
To be a mighty Treasure won;
And lay each Minute out in hafte,
We're fure to live too fast,
And cannot live too foon.
To-Morrow and her Works defy,
Lay hold upon the prefent Hour,
And Inatch the Pleafures paffing by,

To put them out of Fortune's Pow'r :
Nor Love, nor Love's Delights disdain,
Whate'er thou get'ft To-Day is Gain.
We are not fure To-Morrow will be ours;
Wars have, like Love, their favourable Hours:
Let us ufe all; for if we lofe one Day,
The white one in the Crowd may flip away.
Happy the Man, and happy he alone,

He who can call To-Day his own!
He, who fecure within, can fay,

Cong. Hor.

Dryd. Hor.

Dryd. Tyr. Love.

To-Morrow do thy worst, for I have liv'd To-Day:
Be fair, or foul, or rain, or fhine,

The Joys I have poffefs'd in fpite of Fate are mine:
Nor Heav'n it felf upon the past has Pow'r,

But what has been, has been, and I have had my Hour.
The hoary Fool, who many Days

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Has ftruggl'd with continu'd Sorrow,
Renews his Hopes, and blindly lays
The defp'rate Bett upon To-Morrow :
To-Morrow comes, 'tis Noon, 'tis Night,
This Day like all the former fled,
Yet on he runs to feek Delight

To-Morrow, till To-Night he's dead.
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The Bounds of Good and Evil to difcern.
Unhappy he who does this Work adjourn,
And till To-Morrow would the Search delay;
His lazy Morrow will be like To-Day.
Yefterday was once To-Morrow:
That Yefterday is gone, and nothing gain'd,
And all thy fruitless Days will thus be drain'd;
For thou haft more To-Morrows yet to ask,
And wilt be ever to begin thy Task;
Thou like the hindmoft Chariot-wheels art curft,
Still to be near, but ne'er to reach the first.

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Our Yesterday's To-morrow now is gone, And still a new To-morrow does come on; We by To-morrows draw up all our Store, Till the exhaufted Well can yield no more. To-morrow I will live, the Fool does fay; To Day it felf's too late; the Wife liv'd Yefterday. Cowl.Mart. Life for Delays and Doubts no Time does give ; None ever yet made too much Hafte to live.

Cowl. Mart. MOUNTAINS. See Atlas, Creation, Parting,Teneriff, Vefuvius. His proud Head the airy Mountain hides

Among the Clouds; his Shoulders and his Sides
A fhady Mantle cloaths; his curled Brows
Frown on the gentle Stream, which calmly flows:
While Winds and Storms his lofty Fore-head beat,
The common Fate of all the high and great.

As Alpine Hills, which o'er the Clouds arife,
And rear their Heads amidft contiguous Skies,
Enjoy ferene, uninterrupted Day,

And floating Tempefts all beneath furvey:
Their lofty Peaks no threat'ning Meteors wear,
Nor pond'rous Fogs, which cloud inferiour Air:
The ftedfaft Heaps the raging Winds defy,

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So deep they fix their Roots, and raise their Heads fo high. Bla
Nigh the dull Shore a shapeless Mountain stood

That with a dreadful Frown furvey'd the Flood:
Its fearful Brow no lively Greens put on ;
No frisking Goats bound o'er the ridgy Stone:
Ridges of high contiguous Hills arife,
Divide the Clouds, and penetrate the Skies.

Like Erix, or like Athos great he shows,
Or Father Appenine, when white with Snows,
His Head divine, obfcure in Clouds he hides,
And shakes the founding Foreft on his Sides.

As when a Fragment from a Mountain torn,
By raging Tempefts, or by Torrents borne ;
Or fapp'd by Time, or loofen'd from the Roots,
Prone thro' the Void, the rocky Ruin shoots,
Rolling from Crag to Crag, from Steep to Steep;
Down fink at once the Shepherds and their Sheep;

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Rais'd on the Seas the Surges to controul,

At once comes tumbling down the rocky Wall;

Prone to the Deep the Stones disjointed fall

Off the vaft Pile: The scatter'd Ocean flies,

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Black Sands, difcolour'd Froth, and mingled Mud arife. Dryd

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MURRAIN.

Here from the vicious Air, and fickly Skies,
A Plague did on the dumb Creation rife.
During th'autumnal Heats th'Infection grew,
Tame Cattel, and the Beafts of Nature flew :
Pois'ning the ftanding Lakes, and Pools impure,
Nor was the foodful Grafs in Fields fecure:

Strange Death! For when the thirsty Fire had drunk
Their vital Blood, and the dry Nerves were fhrunk;
When the contracted Limbs were cramp'd, ev'n then
A waterish Humour fwell'd, and ooz'd agen;
Converting into Bane the kindly Juice,
Ordain'd by Nature for a better Ufe.

The Victim Ox, that was for Altars prefs'd,

Trimm'd with white Ribbans, and with Garlands drefs'd,
Sunk of himself, without the God's Command,

Preventing the flow Sacrificer's Hand:

Or, by the holy Butcher if he fell,
Th'infpected Entrails could no Fates foretell :

Nor, laid on Altars, did pure Flames arife,

But Clouds of fmould'ring Smoak forbad the Sacrifice.
Scarcely the Knife was redden'd with his Gore,

Or the black Poifon ftain'd the fandy_Floor.

The thriven Calves in Meads their Food forfake,

And render their sweet Souls before the plenteous Rack:
The fawning Dog runs mad: The wheafing Swine
With Coughs is choak'd, and labours from the Chine.
The Victor Horfe, forgetful of his Food,
The Palm renounces, and abhors the Flood:
He paws the Ground, and on his hanging Ears
A doubtful Sweat in clammy Drops appears:
Parch'd is his Hide, and rugged are his Hairs.
Such are the Symptoms of the young Difeafe;
But in Time's Procefs, when his Pains increase,
He rouls his mournful Eyes, he deeply groans,
With patient Şobbings, and with manly Moans:
He heaves for Breath, which, from his Lungs fupply'd,
And fetch'd from far, diftends his lab'ring Side:
To his rough Palate his dry Tongue fucceeds,
And ropy Gore he from his Noftrils bleeds.
Fir'd into Rage, at length he grinds his Teeth
In his own Flesh, and feeds approaching Death:
The Steer, who to the Yoke was bred to bow,
(Studious of Tillage and the crooked Plough,)
Falls down and dies; and dying fpews a Flood
Of foamy Madness mix'd with clotted Blood,

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The Clown, who, curfing Providence, repines,
His mournful Fellow from the Team disjoyns;
With many a Groan forfakes his fruitless Care,
And in th'unfinish'd Furrow leaves the Share.
The pining Steer, no Shades of lofty Woods,
Nor flow'ry Meads can eafe, nor chryftal Floods
Roul'd from the Rocks: His flabby Flanks decrease,
His Eyes are fettled in a ftupid Peace:

His Bulk too weighty for his Thighs is grown,
And his unweildy Neck hangs drooping down.
The nightly Woolf that round th'Enclofure prowl'd,
To leap the Fence, now plots not on the Fold,
Tam'd with a sharper Pain. The fearful Doe,
And flying Stag, amidst the Greyhounds go;

And round the Dwellings roam of Man, their fiercer Foe.
The fcaly Nations of the Sea profound,

Like fhipwreck'd Carcaffes, are driv'n aground;
And mighty Phoca, never feen before

In fhallow Streams, are ftranded on the Shore.
The Viper dead within her Hole is found;
Defenceless was the Shelter of the Ground.
The Water-Snake, whom Fish and Paddocks fed,
With ftaring Scales lies poifon'd in his Bed.
To Birds their native Heav'ns contagious prove,
From Clouds they fall, and leave their Souls above.
The Rivers, and their Banks, and Hills around
With Lowings, and with dying Bleats refound:
At length, Fate ftrikes a univerfal Blow,
To Death at once whole Herds of Cattle go:
Sheep, Oxen, Horfes fall; and, heap'd on high,
The diff'ring Species in Confufion lie.

From pois'nous Stars a mortal Influence came.
(The mingled Malice of their Flame)
A skilful Angel did th'Ingredients take, ⚫
And with juft Hands the fad Compofure make;
And over all the Land did a full Vial shake:
Thirft, Giddiness, Faintnefs, and putrid Heats,

And pining Pains, and fhiv'ring Sweats,
On all the Cattle, all the Beafts did fall;
The lab'ring Ox drops down before the Plough;
And the crown'd Victims, to the Altar led,

Sink, and prevent the lifted Blow.

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Dryd. Virg.

The gen'rous Horfe from the full Manger turns his Head,
Does his lov'd Floods, and Paftures fcorn,
Hates the fhrill Trumpet and the Horn,
Nor can his lifeless Noftrils please,

With the once ravishing Smell of all his dappled Miftreffes.

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