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'Tis therefore less Impiety to say,
Evil with you has Coeternity;
Than blindly taking it the other Way,
That merciful, and of Election free,
You did create the Mischiefs you foresee.
Be jufter Heav'n ! such Virtue punifh'd thus,
Will make us think that Chance rules all above,
And shuffles with a random Hand the Lots
Which Man is forc'd to draw.
Dryd. An for Love.
Thus with short Plummers Heav'ns deep Will we found,
That vast Abyss where human Wit is drown'd!
In our small Škiff we must not launch too far
We here but Coasters, not Discov'rers are. Dryd. Tyr. Love.
Eternal Deities !
Who rule the World with absolute Decrees,
And write whatever Time shall bring to pass
With Pens of Adamant on Plates of Brass :
What is the Race of human Kind your Care,
Beyond what all his Fellow-Creatures are ?
He with the rest is liable to Pain,
And like the Sheep, his Brother Beast, is slain.
Cold, Hunger, Prisons, Ills without a Care,
All these he must, and guiltless ofr, endure :
Or does your Justice, Pow'r, or Prescience fail,
When the Good fuffer, and the Bad prevail ?
What worse to wretched Virtue could befall,
If Fate or giddy Fortune govern'd all ?
Nay, worse than other Beasts is our Estate ;
Them, to pursue their Pleasures you create;
We, bound by harder Laws, must curb our Will,
And your Commands, not our Desires fulfil.
Then when the Creature is unjustly flain,
Yer after Death at least he feels no Pain :
But Man in Life surcharg’d with Woe before,.
(Arc. Not freed when dead, is doom'd to suffer more. Dryd. Pal.
Good Heav'ns! why gave you me
A Monarch's Soul,
And crusted it with base Plebeian Clay ?
Why gave you me Desires of such Extent,
And such a Span to grasp them ? Sure my Lot
By fome o'er-hasty Angel was misplac'd
In Fare's eternal Volume.
Dryd. Span, Fry.
Tell me why, good Heav'n!
Thou mad'st me what I am, with all the Spirit,
Aspiring Thoughes, and elegant Desires,
That fill the happiest Man? Ab, racher why
Didft thou not form me fordid as my Fate,
Bare-minded, dull, and fit to carry Burthens ?
Why have I Sense to know the Curse that's on me?
Is this just dealing, Nature ?
Ofw. Ven. Pres.
Was it for this, ye cruel Gods! you made me
Great, like your selves, and as a King to be
Your sacred Image? Was it bục for this ?
Why rather was I not a Peasant Slave,
Bred from my Birth a Drudge to your Creation,
And to my destin'd Load inur'd betimes ?
Row. Amb. Stepm.
Ye cruel Powers!
Take me as you have made me, miserable !
You cannot make me guilty! 'Twas my Fate,
And you made that, not I.
Dryd. Don Seb.
?Tis thus that Heav'n its Empire does maintain ;
It may, affli&, but Man may not complain. Otw. Orph.
Yet 'tis the Curse of mighty' Minds oppress’d,
To think what their State is, and what it should be:
Impatient of their Lot they reason fiercely,
And call the Laws of Providence unequal. Rom. Ulyk.
But why, alas! do mortal Men in vain,
Of Fortune, Fate, or Providence complain ?
God gives us what he knows our Wants require,
And better things than those which we desire :
Some pray for Aiches, Riches they'obtain ;
But watch'd by Robbers, for their Wealth are slain ;
from Prison to be freed; and come,
When guilty of their Vows, to fall at Home;
Murther'd by those they trusted with their Life,
A favour:d Servant or a Borom Wife.
Such dear-bought Blessings happen ev'ry Day,
Because we know not for what things to pray.
Like drunken Sots about the Streets we roam,
Well knows the Sor he has a certain Home,
Yetknows nor how to find th’uncertain Place,
But blunders on, and staggers ev'ry Pace.
Thus all seek Happiness, but few can find,
For far the greater Part of Men are blind. Dryá. Pal. Aro.
The Gods are just;
But how can Finite measure Infinite ?
Reason! alas! it does not know it felf:
Buç Man, vain Man, would with this short-lin'd Plummet
Fathom the vast Abyss of heav'nly Justice.
Whatever is, is in its Causes juft
Since all things are by Fate: But purblind Man
Sees but a Part o'th'Chain ; the nearest Link;
His Eyes not carrying to that equal Beam ·
Thai Poises all aboved
Impute not then to me The Fault of Fortune, or the Fate's Decree : Or call it Heav'ns imperial Pow'r alone, Which moves on Springs of Justice, tho' unknown : Yet tbis we see, tho order'd for the best, The Bad exalted, and the Good oppress'd. Permitted Lawrels grace the lawless Brow, Th'Unworthy rais'd, the Worthy caft below. Dryd. Sig. Gais.
And therefore wert thou bred to virtuous Knowledge, And Wisdom early planted in thy Soul, That thou mightft know to rule thy fiery Passions, To bind their Rage, and stay their headlong Course ; To bear with Accidents, and ev'ry Change Of various Life; to struggle with Adversity; To wait the Leisure of the righteous Gods, Till they, in their own good appointed Hour, Shall bid thy better Days come forth at once ; A long and shining Train, till thou well-pleas'd, (Robe. UlysShalt bow, and bless thy Fate, and own the Gods are just.
FEÁR. See Runaway. A deadly Fear o'er all his Vitals reigns, And his chill'd Blood hangs curdled in his Veins. Blac. Terrour froże
his Hair, and on his Face Show'rs of cold Sweat roll'd trembling down apace. Cowl,
Aghaft he wak'd, and starting from his Bed, Cold Sweats, in clammy Drops his Limbs o'er-Spread. Dryd.
His knocking Knees are bent beneath the Load, And shiv'ring Cold congeals his vital Blood. Dryd. Virg.
The pale Assistants on each other ftar'd,
With gaping Mouths for issuing Words prepar'd:
The ftill-born Sounds upon the Palate hung,
And dy'd imperfe&t on the fault'ring Tongue. Dryd.Theod.Hon.
I feel my Sinews slackend with the Fright,
And a cold Sweat trills down all o'er my Limbs,
As if I were diffolving into Water.
At thy dread Anger the fix'd World shall shake,
And frighted Nature her own Laws forfake;
Do thou but threat, loud Scorms fhall make Reply,
And Thunder, echo'd to the trembling Sky ;
While warring Soas fwell to so bold a Height,
As shall the Fires proud Element affright:
Th'old drudging Sun from his long.beaten Way
Shall at thy Voice start, and misguide the Day.
The jocund Orbs shall break their measur'd Pace,
And Itubborn Poles change their alloted Place.
Heav'n's gilded Troops shall flucter here and there,
Leaving their boafting Songs tun'd to a Sphere :
Nay their God too -For fear he did, when we
Took noble Arms against his Tyranny:
So noble Arms, and in a Cause fo great,
That Triumph they deserve for their Defeat.
[Spoken by Envy to the Devil.] With that, with his long Tail he lafh'd his Breaft, And horribly spoke out in Looks the reft. The quaking Pow'rs of Nighc stood in amaze, And at each other first, could only gaze : A dreadful Silence fill'd the hollow Space, Doubling the native Terrour of Hell's Face. Rivers of Alaming Brimstone, which before So loudly rag'd, crept softly by the Shore : No Hiss of Snakes, no Clank of Chains was known, The Souls amidst their Tortures durft not groan. Cowl.
The silver Moon with Terrour paler grew, And neighb'ring Hermon sweated flow'ry Dew.
The Stars, amaz'd, ran backward from the Sight;
And, fhrunk within their Sockets, lost their Light. Dryd. Ouid,
Who would believe what ftrange Bug-bears
Mankind creates it self of Fears !
That spring, like Fern, that inse& Weed,
Equivocally, without Seed ;
And have no possible Foundation,
But meerly in th'Imagination.
And yet can do more dreadful Fears,
Than Hags, with all their Imps and Tears :
Make more bewitch and haunt themselves,
Than all the Nurseries of Elves.
For Fear does Things so like a Witch,
Tis hard t'unriddle which is which.
Sets up Communities of Senses,
To chop and change Intelligences :
As Rosicrufian Virtuofis
Can fee with Ears, and hear with Nofes;
And when they neither fee nor hear,
Have more than both supply'd by Fear :
That makes them in the Dark fee Visions,
And hag themselves with Apparitions ;
And when their Eyes discover leaft,
Difcern the subtleft Objects best.
Do Things not contrary alone
To th’Force of Nature, but its own:
The Courage of the bravest daunt,
And turn Poltroons to valiant:
For Men as resolute appear
With too much, as too little Fear ;
And when they're out of Hopes of flying,
Will run away from Death by dying:
Or turn again to stand it out,
And those that fled, like Lions rout.
For Fear oft braver Feats performs,
Than ever Courage dar'd in Arms.
It is an Ague that forsakes,
And baunts by Fics those whom it takes. Hud; Fear ever argues a degenerate Mind,
Fear is the last of Ills.
In time we hate that which we often fear. Sbak. Ant. & Cleop.
All Females have Prerogative of Sex:
The She's, ev'n of the Savage Herd, are safe ;
All, when they snarl 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.
Blac. Now they begin the Tragick Play, And with their smoky 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 Effets so strange, They trouble Nature, and her Visage change. Night, Horror, Slaughter, with Confusion 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 blush'd with Blood.
Wall. Deformid Destru&ion, and wild Horrour ride In fearful Pomp upon the crimson Tide.
Blac. The wondring Skies with foreign Lightning shone. And rung with Peals of Thunder not their own.
The thundring Cannons
With their loud Roar the angry Seas affwage;
Awe lift'ning Winds, and calm their weaker Rage. Blas.
The mighty Foe with Indignation burns,
And Fire for Fire, and Peal for Peal returns :
Broadside and Broadside they together lie,
And with alternate Deaths each other ply:
With dreadful Noise che bellowing Cannon play,
And murual Wounds in mutual Fire convey :
Roaring Destruction from their Vefsels broke ;
And pond'rous Deaths flew thick in Clouds of Smoke,