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Strange that your Fingers fhould the Pencil foil,
Without the Help of Colours, or of Oil:

For tho' a Painter Boughs and Leaves can make,
'Tis you alone can make them bend and fhake.
= Whofe Breath falutes your new created Grove,
Like Southern Winds, and make it gently move.
Orpheus could make the Foreft dance, but you
Can make the Motion and the Foreft too.

TROPHY.

He bar'd an antient Oak of all its Boughs;
Then on a rifing Ground the Trunk he plac'd,
Which with the Spoils of his dead Foe he grac'd:
The Coat of Arms by proud Mezentius worn,
Now on a naked Snag in Triumph borne,
Was hung on high, and glitter'd from afar,
. A Trophy facred to the God of War.
Above his Arms, fix'd on the leaflefs Wood,
Appear'd his plumy Creft, befmear'd with Blood.
His brazen Buckler on the Left was feen,
Truncheons of fhiver'd Lances hung between;
And on his Right was plac'd his Corflet bor'd;
And to the Neck was ty'd the unavailing Sword.
TRUMPE T. See Country-Life.
The fprightly Trumpets from afar,

Had giv'n the Signal of approaching War;

Wall.

Dryd. Virg.

Had rowz'd the neighb'ring Steeds to fcowr the Fields,
While the fierce Rider clatter'd on their Shields.

The Trumpets terribly from far,

Dryd. Virg.

With ratling Clangor rowze the fleepy War:
The Soldiers Shouts fucceed the brazen Sounds,

And Heav'n from Pole to Pole the Noise rebounds.
The Clangor of the Trumpets pierce the Sky.
By the loud Trumpet that our Courage aids,
We learn that Sound as well as Senfe perfwades.
TRUMPETER.

None fo renown'd

The Warriour Trumpet in the Field to found;

With breathing Brafs to kindle fierce Alarms,

Dryd. Virg.

Dryd. Virg.

Wall.

And rowze to dare their Fate in honourable Arms. Dryd.Virg.

TULIP.

The Morn awakes the Tulip from her Bed; E'er Noon in painted Pride fhe decks her Head: Rob'd in rich Dye fhe triumphs on the Green, And ev'ry Flow'r does Homage to their Queen.

TWILIGHT.

When blended Shades and Light A brown Confufion make of Day and Night,

Gar.

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When Birds obfcene fly from their dark Abodes
And prowling Wolves forfake the fhady Woods:
The Lion now, who in his Den by Day,
His lazy Limbs extended, flumb'ring lay,
Yawning and ftretching from his Covert comes,
Roars o'er the Hills, and thro' the Foreft roams.
TYRANT. See King, Ufurper.

Our Emperour is a Tyrant, fear'd and hated;
Ifcarce remember in his Reign one Day
Pafs guiltlefs o'er his execrable Head:
He thinks the Sun is loft, that fees not Blood;
When none is shed, we count it Holiday.
We, who are most in Favour, cannot call
This Hour our own.

For this to Tyranny belongs,
To forget Service, but remember Wrongs.

Proud, impatient,

Blac.

Dryd. Don Seb.

Of ought fuperiour, ev'n of Heav'n that made him :
Fond of falfe Glory, of the favage Pow'r
Of ruling without Reason, of confounding
Juft and Unjuft, by an unbounded Will;
By whom Religion, Honour, all the Bands
That ought to hold the jarring World in Peace,

Den. Soph.

Were held the Tricks of State, Snares of wife Princes
To draw their eafy Neighbours to Destruction,
To wafte with Sword and Fire their fruitful Fields:
Like fome accurfed Fiend, who, 'fcap'd from Hell,
Poyfons the balmy Air thro' which he flies;

He blafts the bearded Corn, and loaded Branches, (Row Tamerl
The lab'ring Hinds beft Hopes, and marks his Way with Ruin.
Oh the fweet Charms of independant Sway!

Princes, whofe Will pretended Law reftrains,
Are only royal Slaves, and rule in Chains.
But he's a King, who triumphs free from Law,
Like the fierce Monarchs who the Defart awe.

Who uncontroul'd range the wide Mountains o'er ;
And shake the Foreft with their dreadful Roar:
Whofe haughty Nod the trembling Herds obey,
Nor are their Subjects only, but their Prey,

Long had this Prince imperiously thus fway'd

Blac.

By no fet Laws, but by his Will obey'd.
His fearful Slaves, to full Obedience grown,
Admire his Strength, and dare not ufe their own.

How.

VALE.

Beneath a Vale its Bofom does difplay,

Opprefs'd with Riches, and profufely gay:

Where Nature throws her Gifts with lavifh Hand,

And

And crowns, with flow'ry Luxury, the Land.
Fruits, Rivers, Meadows, Groves, and airy Plains,
Still echoing with the Lays of happy Swains,
Lovely Confufion make, and charm the Eye
With beautiful' Irregularity.

VENUS.

Delight of human Kind, and Gods above,
Parent of Rome, propitious Queen of Love!
Whofe vital Pow'r, Air, Earth, and Sea fupplies;

And breeds whate'er is born beneath the rolling Skies:
For ev'ry Kind by thy prolifick Might,

Springs, and beholds the Regions of the Light.
Thee Goddefs! thee, the Clouds and Tempefts fear,
And at thy pleafing Prefence difappear:

For thee the Land in fragrant Flow'rs is dress'd,
For thee the Ocean fmiles and smooths her wavy Breast,

For when the rifing Spring adorns the Mead,
And a new Scene of Nature ftands difplay'd;
When teeming Buds. and chearful Greens appear,
And Western Gales unlock the lazy Year;
The joyous Birds thy Welcome first exprefs,
Whofe native Songs thy genial Fire confefs:
Then favage Beafts bound o'er their flighted Food,
Strook with thy Darts, and tempt the raging Flood.
All Nature is thy Gift, Earth, Air, and Sea:
Of all that breaths the various Progeny,
Stung with Delight, is goaded on by thee,
O'er barren Mountains, o'er the flow'ry Plain,
The leafy Foreft, and the liquid Main,

Extends thy uncontroul'd and boundless Reign.
Thro' all the living Regions thou doft move,

And scatter'ft where thou go'ft, the kindly Seeds of Love.
Since then the Race of ev'ry living Thing

Obeys thy Pow'r; fince nothing new can fpring
Without thy Warmth, without thy Influence bear,

Or beautiful or lovefome can appear;

Be thou my Aid: My tuneful Song infpire,
And kindle with thy one productive Fire;
While all thy Province, Nature, I survey,
And fing to Memmius an immortal Lay,

Blac.

(Pow'r difplay.

Of Heav'n, and Earth; and ev'ry where thy wondrous
Mean time, on Land and Sea let barb'rous Difcord cease,
And lull the lift'ning World in univerfal Peace.
To thee Mankind their foft Repose must owe,
For thou alone that Bleffing canft beftow;

Because

Because the brutal Bus'nefs of the War,
Is manag'd by thy dreadful Servant's Care:
Who oft retires from fighting Fields, to prove
The pleafing Pains of thy eternal Love:
And, panting on thy Breaft, fupinely lies,

While with thy heav'nly Form he feeds his famish'd Eyes:
Sucks in with open Lips thy balmy Breath,

By Turns reftor'd to Life, and plung'd in pleafing Death.
There while thy curling Limbs about him move,
Involv'd and fetter'd in the Links of Love;
When wishing all, he nothing can deny,
Thy Charms in that aufpicious Moment try,
With winning Eloquence our Peace implore,
And Quiet to the weary World restore.

Dryd. Lucr.

Creator Venus! Genial Pow'r of Love!
The Blifs of Men below, and Gods above!
Beneath the fliding Sun thou runn'ft thy Race,
Doft faireft fhine, and beft become thy Place:
For thee the Winds their Eaftern Blafts forbear,
Thy Mouth reveals the Spring, and opens all the Year.
Thee Goddefs! thee, the Storms of Winter fly,
Earth fmiles with Flow'rs renewing, laughs the Sky,

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And Birds to Lays of Love their tuneful Notes apply.
For thee the Lyon loaths the Tafte of Blood,
And roaring hunts his Female thro' the Wood;
For thee the Bulls rebellow thro' the Groves,

And tempt the Stream, and fnuff their abfent Loves.
'Tis thine, whate'er is pleasant, good, or fair,
All Nature is thy Province, Life thy Care,

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Thou mad'ft the World, and doft the World repair.
Thou Gladder of the Mount of Cytheron,
Increase of Jove, Companion of the Sun!
With fmiling Afpect you ferenely move
In your fifth Orb, and rule the Realm of Love.
The Fates but only fpin the coarfer Clue,
The finest of the Wool is left for you;

Spare me but one fmall Portion of the Twine,
And let the Sifters cut below your Line;

The reft among the Rubbish may they sweep:

Or add it to the Yarn of fome old Mifer's Heap.Dryd.Pal.& Art.

She turn'd, and made appear

Her Neck refulgent, and difhevel'd Hair;

Which flowing on her Shoulders reach'd the Ground,,
And widely fpreads ambrofial Scents around.

In Length of Train defcends her fweeping Gown,

(Virg.

And by her graceful Walk the Queen of Love is known. Dryd

The

The Goddess flies fublime

To vifit Paphos, and her native Clime :
Where Garlands ever green, and ever fair,
With Vows are offer'd, and with folemn Pray'r:
A hundred Altars in her Temple smoke ;

A thousand bleeding Hearts her Pow'r invoke.
She food reveal'd before my Sight:
Never fo radiant did her Eyes appear,
Not her own Star confefs'd a Light fo clear.
Great in her Charms; as when on Gods above
She looks, and breaths herself into their Love.
So when bright Venus rifes from the Flood,
Around in Throngs the wond'ring Nereids crowd;
The Tritons gaze, and tune the vocal Shell,
And ev'ry Grace unfung the Waves conceal.

TEMPLE of Venus.

In Venus Temple on the Sides were feen
The broken Slumbers of inamour'd Men;
Pray'rs that ev'n fpoke, and Pity feem'd to call
And iffuing Sighs that fmoak'd along the Wall;
Complaints and hot Defires, the Lovers Hell,

Dryd. Virg.

Dryd. Virg.

And fcalding Tears that wore a Channel where they fell:
And all around were nuptial Bands, and Ties
Of Love's Affurance, and a Train of Lies,
That, made in Luft, conclude in Perjuries.
Beauty, and Youth, and Wealth, and Luxury,
And fprightly Hope, and fhort-enduring Joy;
And Sorceries to raise th' infernal Pow'rs,
And Sigils, fram'd in planetary Hours;
Expence, and After-thought, and idle Care,
And Doubts of motley Hue, and dark Defpair ;
Sufpicions, and fantaftical Surmife,

And Jealoufy fuffus'd with Jaundice in her Eyes,
Difcolouring all the view'd, in tawny dreft,
Down-look'd, and with a Cuckow on her Fift.
Oppos'd to her, on th'other Side, advance
The coftly Feaft, the Carol, and the Dance;
Minftrils and Mufick, Poetry and Play,
And Balls by Night and Turnaments by Day.

There th'Idalian Mount, and Cytheron,
The Court of Venus, was in Colours drawn.
Before the Palace-Gate, in careless Dress,
And loose Array, fate Portrefs Idleness:
There by the Fount Narciffus pin'd alone,
There Sampfon was, with wifer Solomon,

Gat:

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And all the mighty Names by Love undone.

Medea's Charms was there; Circean Feafts,

With Bowls that turn'd inamour'd Youths to Beafts:

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