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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.

Hud.
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 lie hears;
Beholds the Meal becwixt his Temples caft,
(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 rooted 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 flew, and fea'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 gracid, Whose offer'd Entrails in the Main were cast. Black Bulls and bearded Goats on Altars lie, And Clouds of sav'ry Stench involve the Sky. Dryd. Hom.

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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, And pours the ruddy Wine betwixt her Horns, And while the Priests with Pray’r che Gods invoke, She feeds their Altars with Sabean 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 front offer'd Bulls of purple Gore:
With Roses then the Sepulchre he strowd.
Five Sheep according to the Rites he flew,
As many Swine, and Steers of fable Hue:
New gen'rous Wine he from the Goblets pour'd,
And call'd his Father's Ghost, from Hell reftor'á.
The glad Attendants in long Order come,
Off'ring their Gifts at great Anchises Tomb:
Some add more Oxen, some divide che Spoil,
Some place the Chargers on che graffy Soil,
Some blow the Fires, and offer'd Intrails broil. Dryd. Virg.

Haste the Sacrifice ;
Sev'n Bullocks, yet unyok'd, for Plabus chuse,
And for Diana sev'n unspotted Ewes.

Dryd. Virg:
Thick Clouds of rouling Smoke involve che Skies,
And Far of Entrails on the Altar fries.

Drgd. Virg. The Victim 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 Gale
Sprung up, and swellid the Womb of ev'ry Sail;
Old Ocean, pleas'd, our bounding Vessels laves,
Which with sharp Keels cur through the fuaming Waves. Blac.

The Wind suffic'd the Sail;
The bellying Canvas structed with the Gale:
The Waves indignant roar with surly Pride,
And press against the Sides, and beaten off divide.
They cut the foamy Way.

Dryd. Hom.
Ent'ring with chearful Shouts the watry Reign,
And ploughing frochy Furrows on the Main. Dryd. Virg.

The houling Sailors all their Anchors weigh’d, And the tall Ships their spacious Wings display'd : They spoom'd away before che sboving Wind, And left retreating Cliffs and Rocks behind.

They

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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.

Hui.
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 faireft 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 'tis his Doom he hears;
Beholds the Meal betwixt his Temples cast,
(The Fruit and Produet 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 rooted 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 salted Cakes on crackling Flames they cast :
Then turning back, the Sacrifice they sped,
The fatted Oxen llew, 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 gracid,
Whose offer'd Entrails in the Main were cast.
Black Bulls and bearded Goats on Altars lie,
And Clouds of fav'ry Stench involve the Sky:

- Dryd, Hom.

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.

Dryd. Hor.
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 toft,
And all the Blasts the Winds could blow engross’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 foating War.
Oaks which by Land did fierceft Winds disdain,
Become obedient to chem 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 Mufick of the Trumpet 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 recoild so bright; th’astonish'd Sun
Started, unmindful that they were his own.

Blac.
SALMON EU S.
Salmoneus fuff’ring cruel Pains I found,
For emulating Jave; the ratling Sound
Of mimick Thunder, and the glitt'ring Blaze
Of pointed Lightning, and their forked Rays:
Thro' Elus and the Grecian Towns he flew,
Th’audacious Wretch four fiery Coursers 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 Foice.
But he, the King of Heav'n, obfcure on high,
Bar'd his righe Arm, and lanching from the Sky
His writhe i volt, not Ihaking empty Smoak.
Down co the deep Abyss the flaming Felon strook. Dryd. Virg.

SCANDAL
There is a Luít in Man, no Charm can tame,
Of loudly publishing his Neighbour's Shame :

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On Eagles Wings immortal Scandals fly,
While virtuous Actions are but born and die.

Hary. Juv.
Slander, the worst of Poyfons, ever finds
An easy Entrance in ignoble Minds.

Harv. 740.
SCHOOL-MEN.
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 let unfurnished.
He could raise Scruples dark and nice,
And after folve 'em in a trice.
As if Divinity had catch'd
The Itch, on purpose to be scratchd ;
Or, like a Mountebank, did wound,
And stab herself with Doubts profound,
Only to shew with how small Pain
The Sores of Faith are cur'd again ;
Alcho' 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 Closer 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 ;
In proper Terms, such as Men smatter,
When they throw out, and miss the Matter. Huds

SCORN.
Who Pride and Scorn do undergo,
In Tempests and rough Seas Love's Galleys row:

They pant, and groan, and sigh, but find
Their Sighs increase the angry Wind.

Comi.
As Water Auid is cill ic do grow
Solid and fix'd by Snow;

So

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