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Loose Wits made wife, a publick Good beconxe,
The Sons of Pride an humble mien affume;
The profligate in Morals grow severe,
Defrauders just, and Sycophants sincere.
With amorous Language, and bewitching•Smiles,
Attractive Airs, and all the Lover's wiles,
The fair Egyptian Jacob's Son carest,
Hung on his Neck, and languish'd on his Breaft.
Courted with Freedom-now the beauteous Slave,
Now Hattring fu’d, and threatning now did rave;
But not the various Eloquence of Love,
Nor Power enrag'd could his fix'd Virtue move.
See, aw'd by Heav'n, the blooming Hebrew Hies,
Her artful Tongue, and more perswalive Eyes :
And springing froni her disappointed Arnis,
Prefers a Dungeon to forbidden Charms.
Stedfast in Virtue's and his Country's Cause
Th' illustrious Founder of the Fewih Laws,
Who, taught by Heav'n, at genuine Greatness aim'd,
With worthy Pride Iniperial Blood disclaim'd,
'Th'alluring Hopes of Pharo's Throne resign'd,
And the vain Pleasures of a Court declin'd,
Pleas'd with obscure Recess, to cease the Pains
Of Jacob's Race, and break their Servile Chains,
Such generous Minds are «form d, where bleft Religion.

(Reigns.
Ye Friends of Epicurus, look around,
All Nature View with Marks of Prudence crown'd.
Mind the wife Ends, which proper Means pronote;
See how the diffrent/ xt for diffrent use are wrought;
Contemplate all this Conduct and Design,
Then own, and praise th’Artificer Divine.

Sir Richard Blackmore's Creation, L.2

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CXXI.

The Entrance into the Infernal Regions,

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JUST in the Gate, and in the Jaws of Hell

Revengeful Cares and sullen Sorrows dwell,
And pale Diseases and repining Aze,
E. Want, Fear and Famine's unresisted Rage;

Here Toils and Death, and Death's Half-Brother Sleep
Forms terrible to View, their Centry keep:
With anxious Pleafures of a guilty Mind
Deep Fra!ıds before, and open Force behind :
The Furies Iron Beds, and Strife that shakes
Her hissing Tresses, and unfolds her Snakes.
Full in the midst of this Infernal Road,
An Elm displays its dusky Arms Abroad..
The God of Sleep here hides his heavy Head,
And empty Dreams on every Leaf ate spread.

Dryden's Virgil.

CXXII.

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A like Description from our celebrated Spencer.
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That stretch'd it self into an aniple Plain, Thro' which a beaten broad High-way did Trave,

That straight did lead to Pluto's grisly Reign.
By that way's Side there fat infernal Pain,

And fast beside him fat tumultuous Strifes
The one in Hand an Iron Whip did straint,
The other brandilhed a bloody Knife,

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And both did gnash their Teeth, and both did threa:

(ten Life. On th' other Side in one Confort there fate Cruel Revenge and rancorous Despite,

Disloyal Treason, and Heart-burning Hate; But gnawing Jealously out of their Sight

Sitting alone, his bitter Lips did bite; And trembling Fear ftill to and fro did fly, And found no place where fafe he shroud him

(might. Lamenting Sorrow did in Darkness lie,

And shanie his ugly Face did hide from living Eye. i And over them fad Horror, with green Hue

Did always Soar, beating his Iron Wings, And after him Owls and Night-Ravens flew,

The hateful Messengers of heavy Things,
Of Death and Dolour telling fad Tidings,

Whilst sad Celene Gitting on a Clift,
A Song of Bale and Bitter Sorrow Sings,

That Heart of Flint afunder would have rift,
Which having ended after him, she flyeth fwift.
All these before the Gates of Pluto lay.

Fairy Queen, La

CXXIII,

INDUSTRY.

A Broad in Arms, at Home in ftudious kind,
Who seeks with painful Toil, shall Honour

(foonest find: I. Woods, in Waves, in Wars, she wont to dwell,

And will be found with Peril and with Pain, Nere can the Man that moulds in idle Cell, Unto her happy Mansion attain :

Before

Before her Gate High God did Sweat ordain,

And wakeful Watches ever to abide;
But easy is the Way, and Paslage plain

To Pleasure's Palace, it may soon be spy'd
And Day and Night herDoorstoall stand open wide.

Spencer's Fairy Queen.

CXXIV.

A Defcription of Despair
FROM whence returning fad and comfortlessợ

As on the Way together we did fare,
We met that Villain (God from him me bless)
That corsed Wight, from whom l'fcap'd whylear,
A Man of Hell, that calls himself Despair,

Who first us greets, and after fair areeds Of Tydings ftrange, and of Adventures rare:

So creeping close, as Snake in hidden Weeds, Inquireth of our States, and of our knightly Deeds.

Which when he knew, and felt our feeble Hearts Embofled with Bale and bitter biting Grief,

Which Love had launched with his deadly Darts, With wounding Words and Terms of foul Reprief,

He pluck'd from us all Hope of due Relief, That earst us held in Love of lingring Life;

Then hopeless, heartless, 'gan the cunning Thief Perswade us die, to stint all further Strife,

To me he lent this Rope, to him a rusty Knife. With which fad Instrument of hafty Death,

That woful Lover, loathing lenger Light, A wide Way made to let forth living Breath. But I more fearful, or more lucky Wight,

Q? Disinayed Dilinayed with that deformed difinal Sight,

Fled fast away half dead with dying kar, Ne yet assur'd of Life by you, Sir Knight,

Whofe like Infirmity like Chaunce may bear, But God you never let his charmed Speeches hear.

Spencer, L.I.

CXXV..

The Story of Midas, as sold by Geffrey Chaucer. Vyde, among other thynges smale

Said, Midas had under his long Heeres.
Growyng on his Heed Two Asses Eeres :
The whiche vice he hidde, as he best myghty
Full subtelly from every Mannes fyght:
That save his Wife, there wist of it no mo,
He loved her most, and trusted her alfo:
He prayde her that no Creature
She nolde tellen of his Disfigure.

She swore him not for al the World to wyn,
She nolde do that Villany, ne that Synt,
To maken her Husbonde have fo foule a Name:
She nolde nat tell it for her own Shame..
But natheles, her thought that fhe dyde,
That she so long shulde a coun faile hyde,
Her thought it fwole so fore about her Hert,
That nedely some worde the most a stert:
And fith the durft tellen it to no Man,
Down to a Marris faft by she ran,
Tyll she came there, her Hert was on a Fyre:
And as a byttour bumbeth in the myre,
She layde her Mouth unto the Water adowna
Bewray me nat thou Water with thy fown

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