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And when they're out of Hopes of flying,
Will run away from Death by dying:
Or turn again to ftand it out,

And thofe that fled, like Lions rout.
For Fear oft braver Feats performs,
Than ever Courage dar'd in Arms.
It is an Ague that forfakes,

And haunts by Fits thofe whom it takes.

Fear ever argues a degenerate Mind.

Fear is the laft of Ills.

Had.

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Dryd. Virg.

In time we hate that which we often fear. Shak. Ant. & Cleop.

FEMALE.

All Females have Prerogative of Sex:

The She's, ev'n of the Savage Herd, are fafe;
All, when they fnarl or bite, have no Return,
But Courtship from the Male.

Dryd. Don Seb.

FIGHTING at Sea. See Battle, Duel, War.
The Ships wide Caves collected Vengeance bear,
Turgid with Death, and prominent with War.
Now they begin the Tragick Play,

And with their fmoky Cannon banish Day.

At the first Shock, with Blood and Powder ftain'd,
Nor Heav'n, nor Sea, their former Face retain'd.
Fury and Art produce Effects fo ftrange,
They trouble Nature, and her Vifage change.
Night, Horror, Slaughter, with Confufion meets,
And in their fable Arms embrace the Fleets.
Thro' yielding Planks the angry Bullets fly,
And of one Wound Hundreds together dye:
Born under diff'rent Stars, one Fate they have,
The Ship their Coffin, and the Sea their Grave;
The Sea that blufh'd with Blood.

Deform'd Destruction, and wild Horrour ride

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In fearful Pomp upon the crimson Tide.

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The wondring Skies with foreign Lightning fhone.

And rung with Peals of Thunder not their own.

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The thundring Cannons

With their loud Roar the angry Seas affwage;

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Awe lift'ning Winds, and calm their weaker Rage.
The mighty Foe with Indignation burns,

And Fire for Fire, and Peal for Peal returns :
Broadfide and Broadfide they together lie,
And with alternate Deaths each other ply:

With dreadful Noife the bellowing Cannon play,
And mutual Wounds in mutual Fire convey:
Roaring Deftru&tion from their Veffels broke ;
And pond'rous Deaths flew thick in Clouds of Smoke,

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On either Side the Foe outragious grew,
And Deaths unfeen in dreadful Tempefts flew :
Deftruction they exchange; by Turns they give
Exploded Ruin, and by Turns receive.
The Cannons Roar did diftant Regions fcare,
Shake all the Shores, and torture all the Air ;
With a ftrange Tempeft did becalm the Deep,
Compose the Waves, and lay the Winds afleep.
Once Jove from Ida did both Hosts survey,
And when he pleas'd to thunder, part the Fray:
Here Heav'n in vain that kind Retreat fhould found,
The louder Cannon had the Thunder drown'd.
Vaft Sheets of Flame, and pitchy Clouds arise;
And burning Vomit fpouts against the Skies:
Tempefts of Fire th'aftonifh'd Heav'ns annoy,

Fierce as thofe Storms that from their Clouds destroy.
Now Seas of Water mix with Seas of Blood,
And crimfon Billows reek along the Flood:
The half-burnt Ships, which on the Ocean glide,
With ignominious Wreck deform the Tide.
The burning Ships the banish'd Sun fupply,
And no Light fhines but that by which Men dye.
To the tall Mafts the raging Flame afpires,
And Neighbour fits to Heav'n's contiguous Fires:
Scorch'd Bodies, broken Mafts, and fmoking Beams,
Promifcuous Ruin, float along the Streams.
Toft by a Whirlwind of tempeftuous Fire,

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A thoufand Wretches in the Air expire:

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Into the Waves fome their pale Bodies throw,

And fly from Death above to Death below.

As th'Elm, which of its Arms the Ax bereaves,
New Strength and Vigour from its Wounds receives;
Their Rage by Lofs of Blood is kindled more;
And with their Guns, like Hurricanes they roar.
Like Hurricanes, the knotted Oaks they tear,
Scourge the vex'd Ocean, and torment the Air:
Whilft Earth, Air, Sea, in wild Confufion hurl'd,
With univerfal Wreck, and Chaos, threat the World.
Snch would the Noife be fhould this mighty All,
Cruth'd and confounded, into Atoms fall.
The Ships, which in magnificent Array,
But juft before did their proud Flags display,
And feem'd with warring Destiny to play;
Now from our Rage, defpoil'd of Rigging, tow,
Or burn, or up into the Air they blow.
Thus a large Row of Oaks does long remain
The Ornament and Shelter of the Plain :

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With their aspiring Heads they reach the Sky,
Their huge extended Arms the Winds defy :
The Tempeft fees their Strength, and fighs, and paffes by.
When Jove concern'd that they fo high afpire,
Amongst them fends his own revenging Fire:
Which does with difmal Havock on 'em fall;
Burns fome, and tears up fome, but rends them all ;
From their dead Trunks their mangled Arms are torn,
And from their Heads their scatter'd Glories born:
Upon the Heath they blasted stand, and bare;
And those whom once they shelter'd, now they scare.
Amid the Main Two mighty Fleets engage,
Their brazen Beaks oppos'd with equal Rage;
Moving they fight, with Oars and forky Prows
The Froth is gather'd, and the Water glows:
It feems as if the Cyclades again

Were rooted up, and juftled in the Main;
Or floating Mountains, floating Mountains meet;
Such is the fierce Encounter of the Fleet:
Fireballs are thrown, and pointed Jav'lins fly :
The Fields of Neptune take a purple Die.

FIRE. See Funeral.

As when in Summer welcome Winds arife,
The watchful Shepherd to the Forest flies,

And fires the midmoft Plants: Contagion fpreads,
And catching Flames infeft the neighb'ring Heads;
Around the Foreft flies the furious Blast,

And all the leafy Nation finks at laft,

And Vulcan rides in Triumph o'er the Waste

The Paftor, pleas'd with his dire Victory,

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Beholds the fatiate Flames in Sheets afcend the Sky. Dryd. Virg.

The conqu'ring Flames advance with lawless Pow'r,

And with outragious Heat the Trees devour.
The fpreading Burning lays the Foreft wafte,
And footy Spoils lie fmoking where it pafs'd.

The Lawrels crackle in the burning Fire,

The frighted Sylvans from their Shades retire.

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For firft the fmould'ring Flame the Trunk receives;
Afcending thence it crackles in the Leaves :
At length victorious to the Top afpires,

Involving all the Wood in fmoky Fires:

Dryd. Virg.

But moft, when driv'n by Winds the flaming Storm,
Of the long Files deftroys the beauteous Form.
Thus when a Flood of Fire by Winds is born,
Crackling it rouls, and mows the ftanding Corn. Dryd. Virg.

The Flames were blown aside,

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Fann'd by the Winds, and gave a ruffled Light. Dryd. Pal. Arc.

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When ftrong rifing Flames Resistance find, Beat downwards by a fierce impetuous Wind; The liquid Pyramids with Labour bend

Their Tops, and fink, ftill ftruggling to afcend.

If in fome Town a Fire breaks out by chance,
Th'impetuous Flames with lawlefs Pow'r advance;
On ruddy Wings the bright Destruction flies,
Follow'd with Ruin, and amazing Cries:
The flaky Plague fpreads fwiftly with the Wind,
And ghaftly Defolation howls behind.

The crackling Flames appear on high,

And driving Sparkles dance along the Sky:

Driv'n on the Wings of Winds, whole Sheets of Fire
Thro' Air tranfported to the Roofs afpire;
With Vulcan's Rage the rifing Winds confpire.

Ships on Fire. See Fighting at Sea.

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The kindled Vengeance rears it's dreadful Head,
And all around Etnean Terrours spread.
With difmal Wings the cracking Flames arife,
Shoot out their ruddy Tongues, and lick the Skies:
The airy Region fhines with hideous Light;
And horrid Day difpels lefs horrid Night.
A dreadful Outcry on the Deep began;
Ships fell on Ships, Galleys on Galleys ran;
Rigging with Rigging met, and Maft with Maft,
And Sails with fatal Friendship Sails embrac'd.
With fruitless Toil the Crew oppofe the Flame;
No Art can now the fpreading Mifchief tame:
Some choak'd and fmother'd did expiring lie,
Burn with their Ships, and on the Waters fry:
Some, when the Flames could be no more withstood,
By wild Despair directed, midft the Flood

Themselves in Hafte from their tall Veffels threw,
And from a dry to liquid Ruin flew.

Sad Choice of Death! when those who shun the Fire,
Muft to as fierce an Element retire.

Uncommon Suff'rings did thefe Wretches wait:
Both burnt and drown'd, they met a double Fate.
What ghaftly Ruin then deform'd the Deep!
Here glowing Planks, and flaming Ribs of Oak:
Here fmoking Beams, and Mafts in funder broke;
Nor Coal intirely, nor intirely Wood,
Roll on the Billows, and pollute the Flood.
Here guilded Sterns, there ample Lanthorns float,
And curious Shapes by Mafter Carvers wrought.
There half-burnt Lions on the Water grin,
And footy Leopards lofe their fpotted Skin.

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The gazing Fish are all amaz'd to fee
The Monsters of the Foreft fwim the Sea;

The Flame, unftop'd at firft, more Fury gains,
And Vulcan rides at large with loofen'd Reins;
Triumphant to the painted Sterns he foars,

And fiezes in his way the Banks and crackling Oars.
A Storm of Sparkles and of Flames arife.
Nor will the raging Fires their Furies cease,
But lurking in the Seams with feeming Peace,
Work on their Way amid the fmould'ring Tow,
Sure in Destruction, but in Motion flow.
The filent Plague thro' the green Timber eats,
And vomits out a tardy Flame by Fits.
Down to the Keels, and upward to the Sails,
The Fire defcends, or mounts; but ftill prevails:
Not Buckets pour'd, nor Strength of human Hand
Can the victorious Element withstand,

Or ftop the fiery Peft.

FIRE-WORKS.

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Dryd. Virg.

Before th'Imperial Palace tow'ring ftood
Rare Works of Fire encas'd in painted Wood;
Whofe rival Glories did to Heav'n arife,
And Earth-born Thunder rung along the Skies.
The Heav'ns amaz'd with borrow'd Luftre fhone,
With Lights and Meteors of a Race unknown,
With foreign Stars, as thick and fplendid as their own.
Such Noife, fuch Flames fill'd all the ambient Air,
The very Triumph feem'd another War,

And with the dreadful Joy did all the People scare.

FIRMAMENT. See Greation.
FISH. See Creation, Mufe.

FLATTERY.

Give me Flattery,

Flatt'ry, the Food of Courts, that I may rock him,

And lull him in the Down of his Defires.

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Beaum. Rel

No Flattery, Boy! an honeft Man can't live by't.

It is a little fneaking Art, which Knaves

Ufe to cajole, and foften Fools withall :

If thou haft Flattery in thy Nature, out with it;

Or fend it to a Court, for there 'twill thrive. 'Tis next to Money currant there;

Otw. Ofph.

To be seen daily in as many Forms,

As there are forts of Vanities and Men.

The fuperftitious Statesmen has his Sneer,

To smooth a poor Man off, who cannot bribe him:
The grave dull Fellow of fmall Bus'nefs fooths

The Humourist, and will needs admire his Wit.

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