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Gold alone does Passion move,
Gold monopolises Love !
A Curse on her and on the Man
Who this Traffick first began !
A Curse on him who found the Oar !
A Curse on him who digg’d the Store !
A Curse on him who did refine it!
A Curse on him who first did coyn it !
A Curse all Curses else above
On him, who us'd it first in Love!
Gold begets in Brethren Hate,
Gold in Families Debate ;
Gold does Friendship separate,
Gold does Civil Wars create,
These the finallest Harms of it!
Gold, alass, does Love beget.




Death thou kaft feen In his first Shape on Man; but many Shapes Of Death, and many are the Ways that lead To his grim Cave, alli dismal; yet to Sense More terrible at th' entrance than within. Some, as thou faw'st, by violent Stroke shall die, By Fire, Flood, Famine, by Intemperance more In Meats and Drinks,which on the Earth shall bring Diseases dire, of which a monstrous Crew. Before thee shall appear; that thou may'st know What Misery th' Inabstinence of Eve


Shall bring on Men. Immediately a Place
Before his Eyes appear’d, sad, noyfom, darkg
A Lazar-house it feen'd, wherein were laid.
Numbers of all diseas'd, all Maladies
Of ghastly Spafm, or racking Torture, Qualis
Of Heart-sick Agony, all feverous kinds,
Convulsions, Epilephies, fierce Catarrhs,
Intestine Stone and Ulcer, Cholick Pangs,
Demoniack Phrenzie, moaping Melancholy,
And Moon-truck Madness, pining Atrophy,
Marasmus, and wide-wafting Pestilence,
Droplies, and Asthma's, and Joint-racking Rheums.
Dire was the tosling, deep the Groans, Despair
Tended the Sick busiest from Couch to Couch;
And over them triumphant Death his Dart
Shook, but delay'd to strike, tho' oft invok'd
With Vows, as their chief Good, and final Hope.

Milton Paradise Loft. 1. XI.


Noah's AR K.

'Hen from the Mountain hewing Timber tall,

Began to build a Veffel of huge Bulk,
Measur'd by Cubit, length and breadth, and height,
Smeard round with Pitch, and in the Side a Door
Contrivd, and of Provisions laid in large
For Man and Beast: When lo a Wonder strange!
Of every Beast and Bird, and Infect small
Came Sevens, and Pairs, and enter'd in, as taught
Their Order : Last the Sire, and his three Sons
With their four Wives, and God made fast the Door.



The Deluge; or, Noah's Flood.

(Wings MEan while the South Wind rose, and with black

Wide hovering, all the Clouds together drove
From under Heav'n ; the Hills to their supply
Vapour, and Exhalation dusk and moist,
Sent up amain ; and now the thicken'd Sky
Like a dark Ceiling stood; down rush'd the Rain
Impetuous, and continu'd till the Earth
No more was seen; the floating Vessel (wum
Up-lifted ; and secure with beaked Prow
Rode tilting o'er the Waves, all Dwellings elle
Flood overwhelm’d, and them with all their Pomp
Deep under Water rowld; Sea cover'd Sea,
Sea without Shoar; and in their Palaces
Where Luxury late reign'd: Sea-Monsters whelp'd
And stabid ; of Mankind, so numerous late,
All left, in one small Bottom swum imbark’d.

Milton Paradise Lost, 1. XI.

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The Poor Old Widow.


"Here livd, as Authors tell, in Days of yore, ;

A Widow somewhat Old, and very Poor :
Deep in a Cell her Cottage lonely stood,
Well thatch'd, and under covert of a Wood.
This Dorpager, on whom my Tale I found,
Since last the said her Husband in the Ground,
A simple fober Life, in Patience led,
And had but just enough to buy her Bread :


Put Huswifing the little Heaven had lent,
She duly paid a Groat for Quarter-Rent;
And pinch'd her Belly with her Daughters two,
To bring the Year about with much ado.
The Cattle in her Homestead were three Sows,
An Ewe calld Mally, and three brinded Cows.
Her Parlor-Windows ftuck with Herbs around,
Of fav'ry Smell, and Rushes strew'd the Ground.
A Maple-Dresser in her Hall she had,
On which full many a slender Meal she made :
For no delicious Morsel pass'd her Throat;
According to her Cloth the cut her Coat:
No poinant Sauce she knew, no costly. Treat,
Her Hunger gave a Relish to her Meat:
A sparing Diet did her Health assure;
Or Sick, a Pepper-Pollet was her Cure.
Before the Day was done her Work she sped,
And never went by Candle-light to Bed ;
With Exercise she sweat ill Humors out,
Her Dancing was not hinder'd by the Gout.
Her Poverty was glad, her Heart content,
Nor knew the what the Spleen or Vapors meant.
Of Wine she never tasted through the Year,
But White and Black was all her homely Chear; -
Brown Bread, and Milk, (but first fhe skim'd her
And Rashers of sing’d Bacon, on the Coals. (Bowls
Oh Holy Days, an Egg or two at moft,
But her Anbition never reach'd to roast.
A Yard she had with Putes enclós'd about,
Some high, fome low, and a dry Ditch withont;
Within this Homestead, liv'd without a Peer,




Crowing loud, the noble Chanticleer :

So high't her Cock, who Singing did surpass
The merry Notes of Organs at the Mass.
More certain was the crowing of this Cock
To number Hours, than is an Abbey Clock;
And sooner than the Mattin Bell was rung,
He clap'd his Wings upon his Roost, and lung:
For when Degrees fifteen ascended right,
By fure Instinct he knew 'twas One at Night.
High was his Comb, and Coral-red withall,
In dents embattld like a Castle Wall;
His Bill was Raven-black, and shone like Jet,
Blue were his Legs, and Orient were his Feet:
White were his Nails, like Silver to behold,
His Body glitt'ring like the burnith'd Gold.

Dryden from Chaucer's Cock und she Fox.


The Combate of David and Goliah.

THus,and with trembling Hopes of

ftrange Success, On's Head an Helmet of well-wrought Brass is placid, The top with Warlike Plumes severely gar'd. His Breast a Plate cut with rare Figures bore, A Sword much practis'd in Death's Art he wore. Yet David nis'd so long to no Defence, But those light Arms of Spirit and Innocence,


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