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And feeks the Spring of Cefar.

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(Said of Cleopatra by Anthony.

He has prophan'd the facred Name of Friend,
And worn it into Vilenefs.

With how fecure a Brow and fpecious Form
He gilds the fecret Villain! Sure that Face

Was meant for Honefty; but Heav'n mifmatch'd it,
And furnish'd Treafon out with Nature's Pomp,
To make its Work more eafy.

See how he fets his Countenance for Deceit,

And promises a Lie before he speaks.

(Said of Dolabella by Anthony.

Two, two fuch!

Oh! there's no further Name! Two fuch to me?
To me, who lock'd my Soul within your Breafts,
Had no Defire, no Joy, no Life but you.
When half the Globe was mine, I gave it you
In Dowry with my Heart: I had no Ufe,
No Fruit of all but you; a Friend and Mistress
Was all the World could give. Oh Cleopatra !
Oh Dolabella! how could you betray

This tender Heart, which with an Infant Fondnefs
Lay lull'd between your Bofoms, and there flept
Secure of injur'd Faith. I can forgive

A Foe, but not a Miftrefs and a Friend:
Treafon is there in its most horrid Shape,
Where Truft is greateft; and the Soul refign'd
Is ftab'd by her own Guards.

To break thy Faith,

And turn a Rebel to fo good a Master,
Is an Ingratitude unmatch'd on Earth:

The first revolting Angel's Pride could only

Dryd. All for Love

Do more than thou haft done: Thou copy'ft well,
And keep'ft the black Original in view.

INNOCENCE.

Virtue, dear Friend, needs no Defence,
The fureft Guard is Innocence:

None knew till Guilt created Fear,

What Darts or poyfon'd Arrows were.

Integrity undaunted goes

Thro' Lybian Sands and Scythian Snows,
Or where Hydafpes wealthy Side

Pays Tribute to the Perfian Pride.

A generous Fiercenefs dwells with Innocence,
And confcious Virtue is allow'd fome Pride.
Oh that I had my Innocence again,

My untouch'd Honour! but I wish in vain:

Row. Tamerl.

Rofc. Hor.

Dryd. Oedip.

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The Fleece that has been by the Dier ftain'd,
Never again its native Whitenefs gain'd.

Happy the Innocent, whofe equal Thoughts
Are free from Anguish, as they are from Faults.
INSECTS. See Creation.

Thus when the Nile from Pharian Fields is fled,
And feeks with ebbing Tides his antient Bed;
The fat Manure with heav'nly Fire is warm'd,
And crufted Creatures, as in Wombs, are form'd:
Thefe, when they turn the Glebe, the Peafants find,
Some rude, and yet unfinish'd in their Kind;
Short of their Limbs, a lame imperfect Birth,
One half alive, and one of lifeless Earth.

INTEREST:

Wall

Wall.

Dryd. Ovid.

(& Panth. Dryd. Hind.

Intereft is the most prevailing Cheat;
The fly Seducer both of Age and Youth,
They study that, and think they study Truth.
Where Int'reft fortifies an Argument,
Weak Reafon ferves to gain the Will's Affent;
For Souls already warp'd receive an eafy Bent.
Int'reft, that bold Impofer on our Fate,
That always to dark Ends mifguides our Wills,
And with falfe Happiness fmcoths o'er our Ills.
Int'reft makes all feem Reason that leads to it.
All seek their Ends, and each would other cheat:
'They only feem to hate and feem to love,
But Int'reft is the Point on which they move:
Their Friends are Foes, and Foes are Friends agen,
And in their Turns are Knaves and honeft Men:

Our iron Age is grown an Age of Gold;

Otw. Don Carl.
Dryd. Sec. Love,

'Tis who bids moft, for all Men would be fold. Dryd. Amphit. JOUSTS and Tournaments. See Battle, Duel, War. The Challenger with fierce Defy

His Trumpet founds, the Challeng'd makes Reply;
With Clangor rings the Field, refounds the vaulted Sky.
Their Vizors clos'd, their Lances in the Reft,
Or at the Helmet pointed, or the Creft;
They vanish from the Barrier, fpeed the Race,
And fpurring, fee decrease the middle Space.
A Cloud of Smoke envellops either Hoft,
And all at once the Combatants are loft:
Darkling they join adverfe, and fhock unfeen,
Courfers with Courfers juftling, Men with Men.
As lab'ring in Eclipfe awhile they stay,
Till the next Blast of Wind restores the Day:
They look anew; the beauteous Form of Fight
Is chang'd, and War appears a griefly Sight.

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Two

Two Troops in fair Array one Moment fhow'd,
The next, a Field with fallen Bodies ftrow'd;
Not half the Number in their Seats are found,
But Men and Steeds lie grov'ling on the Ground.
The Points of Spears are ftuck within the Shield,
The Steeds without their Riders fcour the Field.
The Knights unhors'd, on Foot renew the Fight;
The glitt'ring Falchions caft a gleaming Light:
Hawberks and Helms are hew'd with many a Wound;
Out fpins the ftreaming Blood, and dies the Ground.
The mighty Maces with fuch Hafte defcend,

They break the Bones, and make the folid Armour bend :
This thrufts amid the Throng with furious Force;
Down goes at once the Horfeman and the Horfe:
That Courfer ftumbles on the fallen Steed,
And, flound'ring, throws the Rider o'er his Head:
One rolls along, a Foot-ball to his Foes;
One with a broken Truncheon deals his Blows.
By Fits they ceafe; and leaning on the Lance,
Take Breath awhile, and to new Fight advance.
Full oft the Rivals met, and neither fpar'd
His urmoft Force, for each forgot to ward.
The Head of this was to the Saddle bent,
That other backward to the Crupper fent.
Both were by turns unhors'd; the jealous Blows
Fall thick and heavy when on Foot they close :
So deep their Falchions bite, that ev'ry Stroke
Pierc'd to the Quick; and equal Wounds they gave and took.
Born far afunder by the Tides of Men,

Like Adamant and Steel they meet agen.
So when a Tyger fucks the Bullock's Blood,
A famifh'd Lion iffuing from the Wood,
Roars loudly fierce, and challenges the Food:
Each claims Poffeffion, neither will obey,
But both their Paws are faften'd on the Prey:

They bite, they tear, and while in vain they ftrive,

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The Swains come arm'd between, and both to Distance drive. Behold the noble Youths of Form divine, (Dr. Pal: & Arc.

Upon the Plain advancing in a Line;

The Riders grace the Seeds, the Steeds with Glory fhine.
Thus marching on in military Pride,

Shouts of Appl.ufe refound from Side to Side..

Their Cafques adorn'd with Laurel-Wreaths they wear,
Each brandifhing aloft a cornel Spear:

Some at their Backs their gilded Quivers bore,

Their Chains of burnish'd Gold hung down before.

Three

Three graceful Troops they form'd upon the Green;
Three graceful Leaders at their Head were feen;
Twelve follow'd every Chief, and left a Space between.
Th'unfledg'd Commanders, and their martial Train,
First make the Circuit of the fandy Plain :

Then at th'appointed Sign,

Drawn up in beauteous Order, form a Line:
The Second Signal founds; the Troop divides

In Three diftinguish'd Parts, with Three diftinguish'd Guides.
Again they clofe, and once again disjoyn,

In Troop to Troop oppos'd, and Line to Line :

They meet, they wheel, they throw their Darts afar
With harmless Rage, and well-diffembled War.
Then in a Round the mingled Bodies run;
Flying they follow, and pursuing shun.
Broken they break, and rallying they renew
In other Forms the military Shew.
At laft, in Order, undifcern'd they joyn,
And march together in a friendly Line.
And, as the Cretan Labyrinth of old,

With wand'ring Wave, and many a winding Fold,
Involv'd the weary Feet, without Redress,
In a round Errour, which deny'd Recefs;
So fought the Trojan Boys in warlike Play,
Turn'd, and return'd, and ftill a diff'rent Way.
JOY.

Great Joys, as well as Sorrows, make a Stay;
They hinder one another in the Crowd,

And none are heard, while all would fpeak aloud.
Joy is in ev'ry Face without a Cloud:

As in the Scene of op'ning Paradife

The whole Creation danc'd at their new Being,

Dryd. Virg.

Cowl.

(Seb.

Pleas'd to be what they were, pleas'd with each other. Dryd.Don

Refiftless Floods of fudden Pleasure roul

Along his Veins, and break in on his Soul:
He finks beneath the Preffure of his Joy,
And Jofeph's Life does almoft his destroy.
A fecret Pleasure trickles thro' my Veins;

It works about the Inlets of my Soul.

Blac.

Dryd. Don Seb.

Lee Alex.

Now my Veins fwell, and my Arms grafp the Poles,
My Breafts grow bigger with the vaft Delight;
'Tis Length of Rapture, and an Age of Fury.
Now by my Soul, and by thefe hoary Hairs,
I'm fo o'erwhelm'd with Pleasure, that I feel
A latter Spring within my wither'd Limbs,
That fhoots me out again.

Be gone my Cares; I give you to the Winds,

Dryd. Don Seb.

Far

Far to be borne; far from the happy Altamont
Far from the facred Era of my Love:
A better Order of fucceeding Days

Gomes smiling forward, white and lucky all.
Caftilla is the Mistress of the Year,

She crowns the Seafons with aufpicious Beauty,

And bids ev'n all my Hours be good and joyful. Row. Fair Penz Be ftill my Sorrows, and be loud my Joys!

Fly to the utmost Circle of the Seas,

Thou furious Tempeft that haft tofs'd my Mind,
And leave no Thought but Leonora there.
What's this I feel of boding in my Soul,
As if this Day were fatal? Be it fo!

Fate fhall have but the Leavings of my Love!
My Joys are gloomy, but withal are great:
The Lion, tho' he fees the Toils are fet,

Yet pinch'd with raging Hunger, fcours away,

Hunts in the Face of Danger all the Day,

At Night, with fullen Pleasure, grumbles o'er his Prey.
She bids me hope! O Heav'ns! fhe pities me;

(Span. Fry Dryd

And Pity ftill fore-runs approaching Love,

As Light'ning does the Thunder. Tune your Harps,
Ye Angels, to that Sound! and thou my Heart,
Make Room to entertain thy flowing Joys:

Hence all my Griefs, and ev'ry anxious Care,

One Look, and one kind Glance can cure Difpair.Dryd.Span.Fry.
Am I then pity'd? I have liv'd enough!
Death, take me in this Moment of my Joy:
But when my Soul is plung'd in long Oblivion,
Spare this one Thought, Let me remember Pity;

And fo deceiv'd, think all my Life was bleft. Dryd. Span. Fry.
Oh you are fo divine, and caufe fuch Fondness,

That my Heart leaps, and beats, and fain would out,

To make a Dance of Joy about your Feet:

Such Extafie Life cannot carry long!

The Day comes on fo faft, and beamy Joy

Darts with fuch Fiercenefs on me, Night will follow. Lee Alex.

Know, be it known to the Limits of the World;

Yet farther, let it pafs yon dazling Roof,

The Manfions of the Gods, and strike 'em deaf
With everlafting Peals of thund'ring Joy!

Oh for this News let Waters break their Bounds;
Rocks, Valleys, Hills with splitting Io's ring!
Io Jocafta! Io Paan fing."

Be this the gen'ral Voice fent up to Heav'n,
And ev'ry publick Place repeat this Echo.

To Pomp and Triumphs give this happy Day:

Lee Oedip.

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