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And they who run from th'Enemy,
Engage them equally to fly;
And when the Fight's become a Chace,
They win the Day that win the Race.
SACRIFICES. See Necromancer:
We Heav'n it self to bribe,
Do recompence with Death their Creatures Toil,
Then call the Bless'd above to share the Spoil:
The fairest Vi&tim must the Pow'rs appease;
So fatal 'tis sometimes too much to please !
A purple Filler his broad Brows adoras,
With flow'ry Garlands crown'd, and gilded Horns:
He hears the murd'rous Pray'r the Priest prefers,
But understands not 'cis his Doom he hears;
Beholds the Meal betwixt his Temples cast,
(The Fruit and Product of his Labours paft)
And in the Water views perhaps the Knife
Uplifted, to deprive him of his Life;
Then broken up alive, his Entrails fees,
Torn out for Priests t'inspect the Gods Decrees. Dryd. Ovid.
So when some brawny Sacrificer knocks,
Before an Altar led, an offer'd Ox,
His Eye-balls roored out are thrown to Ground,
His Nose dismantled in his Mouth is found,
(Ovid. His Jaws, Cheeks, Front, one undistinguish'd Wound. Dryd.
They next with sober Grace, Their Gifts around the well-built Altar place: Then wash'd, and took the Cakes; while Chryses stood With Hands up-lifted, and invok'd his God. And when the folemn Rites of Pray'r were past, Their falted Cakes on crackling Flames they cast : Then turning back, the Sacrifice they sped, The fatted Oxen slew, and flea'd the Dead; Chopt off their nervous Thighs, and next prepar'd T'involve the Lean in Cauls, and mend with Lard. Sweetbreads and Collops were with Skewers prick'd About the Sides, imbibing what they deck'd. The Priest with holy Hands was seen to tine The cloven Wood, and pour the ruddy Wine. The first Libations to the Gods they pour, And then with Songs indulge the genial Hour, Holy Debauch ! till Day to Night chey bring, With Songs and Peans to the bowyer King. Dryd. Hom.
With perfect Hetacombs the God they grac'd, Whose offer'd Entrails in the Main were caft. Black Bulls and bearded Goats on Altars lie, And Clouds of fav'ry Stench involve the sky, Dryd. Hom.
A chosen Ewe of two Years old they pay
To Ceres, Bacchus, and the God of Day :
The beauteous Queen before her Altar stands,
And holds the golden Goblet in her Hands:
A milk-white Heifar she with Flow'rs adorns,
pours the ruddy Wine betwixt her Horns,
And while the Priests with Pray’r the Gods invoke,
She feeds their Altars with Sabaan Smoke.
With hourly Care the Sacrifice renews,
And anxiously the panting Entrails views. Dryd. Virg.
He pour'd to Bacchus on the hallow'd Ground
Two Bowls of sparkling Wine, of Milk two more,
And two froni offer'd Bulls of purple Gore:
With Roses then the Sepulchre he strowd.
Five Sheep according to the Rites he slew,
As many Swine, and Steers of fable Hue:
New gen'rous Wine he from the Goblets pour'd,
And call's his Father's Ghoft, from Hell reftor'd.
The glad Attendants in long Order come,
Off'ring their Gifts at great Anchises Tomb:
Some add more Oxen, some divide the Spoil,
Some place the Chargers on the graffy Soil,
Some blow the Fires, and offer'd Intrails broil. Dryd. Virg.
Haste the Sacrifice;
Sev'n Bullocks, yet unyok'd, for Pbæbus chuse,
And for Diana fev'n unspotted Ewes.
Thick Clouds of rouling Smoke involve che Skies,
And Far of Entrails on the Altar fries.
The Vi&tim Beasts are slain before the Fire ;
The trembling Entrails from their Bodies torn,
Are to the facten'd Flames in Chargers born. Dryd. Virg.
SAILING. See Paradise.
Our Anchors weigh'd, and Topfails loos’d, a Galę
Sprung up, and swell'd the Womb of ev'ry Sail ;
Old Ocean, pleas'd, our bounding Vessels laves,
Which with sharp Keels cut through the foaming Waves. Blai.
The Wind fuffic'd the Sail;
The bellying Canvas strutted with the Gale ;
The Waves indignant roar with surly Pride,
And press against the Sides, and beaten off divide.
They cut the foamy Way.
Ent'ring with chearful Shouts the watry Reign,
And ploughing frothy Furrows on the Main.
The houling Sailors all their Anchors weigh'd, And the tall Ships their spacious Wings display'd : They spoom'd a way before the shoving Wind, And left retreating Cliffs and Rocks behind.
They stretch their Canvas, and they ply their Oars,
All Hands aloft, for Greet, for Creet, they cry,
And swiftly through the foamy Billows fly. Dryd. Virg
Now Seas and Skies their Prospect only bound,
An empty Space above, a floating Field around. Dryd. Virg
There rose a gentle Breeze,
That curl'd the Smoothness of the glassy Seas:
The rifing Winds a ruffling Gale afford,
And call the merry Mariners aboard.
They slip their Haulfers.
Fresh Gales arife; with equal Strokes they vie,
And brush the buxom Seas, and o'er the Billows fly. Dryd. tirg.
The threaden Sails,
Born with th'invisible and creeping Wind,
Draw the huge Botcom chro' the furrow'd Seas,
Breafting the lofty Surge.
Shak. Heti. Ši
The floating Castles dance upon the Tide,
And on its foamy Ridge triumphant ride.
Scand to your Tackle, Mates, and stretch your Oars,
Contract your swelling Sails, and luff to Wind.
Tack to the Lørboard, and stand off to Sea :
Veer Starboard Sea and Land.
Before the Wind
They skud amain, and make the Port allign’d. bryd. Virgo
Their Anchors dropt, his Crew the Vessel modr į
They turn their Heads to Sea, their Sterns to Shore. Dryd. Witg:
Sure he who first the Passage try'd,
In harden'd Oak his Heart did hide,
And Ribs of Iron arm'd his Side:
Or his at least in hollow Wood,
Who tempted first the briny Flood;
Nor fear'd che Winds contending Roar,
Nor Billows beating on the Shore;
Nor Hyades, portending Rain,
Nor all the Tyrants of the Main.
What Form of Death could him afrigtit,
Who unconcern'd with stedfast Sight,
Cou'd view the Surges Mountain-steep,
And Monsters rouling in the Deep ?
Could through the Ranks of Ruin go,
With Storms above, and Rocks below
In vain did Nature's wise Command
Divide che Waters from the Land,
If daring Ships, and Men prophane,
Invade th'inviolable Main,
Th'eternal Fences over-leap,
And pass at Will the boundless Deep.
No Toil no Hardships can restrain
Ambitious Man inur'd to Pain ;
The more confin’d, the more he tries,
And at forbidden Quarry flies.
A Fleet under Sail.
The wanton Zephyrs with the Pendants play,
Which loose in Air their waving Pride display.
The Streamers gay Defiance spread on high,
At once adorn and terrify the Sky.
Th’unweildy Ships were on the Billows tost,
And all the Blafts the Winds could blow engrofs'd.
The longest breath'd, and the most vig'rous Gales,
Are all employ'd to swell the spacious Sails :
The lofty Firs, which pregnant Canvas wear,
Bear thro' the floating Clouds the Aoating War.
Oaks which by Land did fiercest Winds disdain,
Become obedient to them on the Main.
The lab'ring Gales with Pain the Navy shove,
And o'er the Billows heave the bounding Grove.
Stript of their Boughs the naked Pines advance,
And to the Musick of the Trumper dance.
They pass in long Procession o'er the Deep,
And with their Flags contiguous Æther sweep.
Their gilded Sides and Sterns improve the Day,
And with augmented Glory Heav'n repay.
His Rays recoil'd fo bright, th'astonish'd Sun
Started, unmindful that they were his own.
SALMON EU S.
Salmoneus fuff'ring cruel Pains I found,
For emulating Jove; the ratling Sound
Of mimick Thunder, and the glitc'ring Blaze
Of pointed Lightning, and their forked Rays:
Thro' Elis and the Grecian Towns he flew,
Th’audacious Wretch four fiery Courfers drew :
He wav'd a Torch aloft, and madly vain,
Sought godlike Worship from a fervile Train:
Ambitious Fool! with horny Hoofs to pass
O'er hollow Arches of resounding Brass;
To rival Thunder in its rapid Course,
And iinitate inimitable Force.
But he, the King of Heav'n, obfcure on high,
Bar’d his righe Arm, and lanching from the Sky
His writhe i bolt, not fhaking enipty Smoak,
Down to the deep Abyss the flaming Felon strook. Dryd. Virg.
There is a Lust in Man, no Charm can tame,
Of loudly publishing his Neighbour's Shame :
On Eagles Wings immortal Scandals fly,
While virtuous Actions are but born and die.
Slander, the worst of Poyfons, ever finds
An easy Entrance in ignoble Minds.
In School-Divinity as able
As he that hight irrefragable.
Profound in all the nominal,
And real Ways beyond them all;
And with as delicate a Hand,
Could twist as tough a Rope of Sand
And weave fine Cobwebs, fit for Sculi,
That's empty when the Moon's at full,
Such as take Lodgings in a Head,
That's to be ler unfurnished.
He could raise Scruples dark and nice,
And after solve 'em in a trice.
As if Divinity had catch'd
The Itch, on purpose to be scratchd ;
Or, like a Mountebank, did wound,
And itab herself with Doubts profound,
Only to fhew with how. small Pain
The Sores of Faith are cur'd again;
Altho' by woful Proof we find
They always leave a Scar behind.
He knew the Seat of Paradise,
Could tell in what Degree it lies,
And, as he was dispos'd, could prove it
Below the Moon, or else above it.
What Adam dreamt of, when his Bride
Came from her Closet in his Side:
Whether the Devil tempted her
By a High-Dutch Interpreter.
If either of them had a Navel,
Who first. made Musick malleable.
Whether the Serpent at the Fall,
Had cloven Feet, or none at all.
All this without a Gloss or Comment
He could unriddle in a Moment ;
proper Terms, such as Men smatter,
When they throw out, and miss the Matter. Huda
Who Pride and Scorn do undergo,
In Tempests and rough Seas Love's Galleys row:
They pant, and groan, and sigh, buc find
Their Sighs increase the angry Wind.
As Water fuid is till ic do grow
Solid and fix'd by Snow;