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Celestial, nay, Terrestrial and Infernal,
Conspire the Rack of outcast Oedipus.
Fall Darkness then, and everlasting Night
Shadow che Globe: May the Sun never dawn;
The silver Moon be blotted from her Orb;
And for a universal Rout of Nature,
Through all the inmost Chambers of the Sky,
May there not be a Glimpse, one starry Spark,
But Gods meet Gods, and justle in the Dark:
That Jars may rise, and Wrath divine be hurld,
Which may to Atoms shake the folid World. Lee Oedip.

Curst be the Hour that gave me Birth :
Confusion and Disorder sieze the World,
To spoil all Trust and Converse among Men;
'Twixt Families engender endless Feuds,
In Countries seedless Fears, in Cities Factions,
In States Rebellion, and in Churches Schism;
Till all things move against the Course of Nature ;
Till Form's dissolv'd, the Chain of Causes broken,
And the Original of Being loft.

Otw. Orps.
Loosen'd Nature
Leap from its Hinges, fink the Props of Heav'n, (Love
And fall the Skies to crush the nether World, Dryd. All for

Get that great Gift and Talent, Impudence,
Accomplish'd Mankinds highest Excellence;
'Tis that alone prefers, alone makes great,
Confer's alone Wealth, Titles, and Estate ;
Gains Place at Court, can make a Fool a Peer,
An Ass a Bishop; can vil ft Blockheads rear
To wear red Hars, and fit in porph'ry Chair :
'Tis Learning, Parts, and Skill, and Wit, and Sense,
Worth, Merit, Honour, Virtue, Innocence.

For he that has but Impudence,
To all things has a fair Pretence;
And put among his Wants bur Shame,
To all the World he may lay. Claim.


Nature abhors To be forc'd back again upon her self, And, like a Whirlpool, swallow her own Streams. Dryd. Oedip.

Custom our native Royalty does awe, Promiscuous Love is Nature's eldest Law: For whofoever the first Lovers were, Brother and sister made the fecond Pair; And doubled by their Love their Piety.

Dryd. Auren. Then is if Şin? or makes my Mind alone




Th'imagin'd Sin? For Nature makes it none.
What Tyrant then these envicus Laws began
Made not for any other Beast but Man:
The Father-Bull his Daughter may beftride,
The Horse may make his Mother-Mare a Bride.
What Piety forbids the lusty Ram,
Or more salacious Goat to rut their Dam
The Hen is free to wed the Chick she bore,
And make a Husband whom she hatch'd before,
All Creatures else are of a happier Kind,
Whom not ill-natur'd Laws from Pleasure bind,
Nor Thoughts of Sin disturb their Peace of mind.
But Man a Slave of his own making lives,
The Fool denies himself what Nature gives.
Too busy Senates, with an over Care,
To make us better than our Kind can bear,
Have dalh'd a Spice of Envy in the Laws,
And straining up too high, have spoil'd the Causc.
Yer some wise Nacions break the cruel Chains,
And own no Laws but those which Love ordains ;
Where happy Daughters with their Sires are joynd,
And Piety is doubly paid in Kind :
O that I had been born in such a Clime !
Not here, where 'ris the Country makes the Crime:
But whither would my impious Fancy ftray!
Hence Hopes, and ye forbidden Thoughts away. Dryd. Ovid

INCONSTANCY. See Constancy, False.
I never yet could see chat Face

Which had no Dart for me ;
From fifteen Years to fifty's Space

They all vi&orious be.
Colour or Shape, good Limbs or Face

Goodness or Wir in all I find;
In Motion or in Speech a Grace:

If all fail yet 'tis Woman-kind.
If tall, the Name of Proper flays,

If fair, fhe's pleasant as the Light
If low, her Precciness does please ;

If black, what Lover loves not 'Night:
The fat, like Plenty, fills my Heart;,

The lean, with Love, makes me so too
If ftreight, her Body's Cupid's Dart

To me; if crooked 'tis his Bow.
Nay, Age it self does me to Rage encline,
And Strength to Women gives, as well as Wine,
Him who loves always one why should we call
More constant, than the Man loves always all Comel


All my past Life is mine no more,

The flying Hours are gone,
Like transicory Dreams giv'n o'er,
Whose Images are kept in Store,

By Memory alone.
Whatever is to come, is not;

How can it then be mine?
The present Moment's all my Lot,
And that as fast as it is got,

Phillis, is wholly thine.
Then talk not of Inconstancy,

False Hearts, and broken Vows;
If I by Miracle can be
This live-long Minute true to thee,
'Tis all that Heav'n allows.

For as a Pythagorean Soul
Runs thro' all Beasts, and Fish, and Fowl,
And has a Smack of ev'ry one ;
So Love does, and has ever done:
And therefore, tho' 'tis ne'er fo fond,
Takes strangely to the Vagabond.
'Tis but an Ague that's reverst,
Whore hor Fic cakes che Pacient first;
That after burns with Cold as much,
As Ice in Greenland does the Touch:
Meles in the Furnace of Desire,
Like Glass, that's but the Ice of Fire ;
And when his Heat of Fancy's over,
Becomes as hard and frail a Luver.

Change is Fate, and not Design;
Love, like us, muft Fate obey :
Since 'cis Nacure's Law to change,
Conftancy alone is strange.

Roch. Inconstancy's the Plague that first or last

(tiprid. Taints the whole Sex, the catching Court-Disease. Lee Mie


Immediately a Place
Before his Eyes appear'd, sick, noisom, dark:
A Lazar-House it leem'd, wherein were laid
Numbers of all Diseas d, all Maladies.
Dire was the toffing, deep the Groans: Despair
Tended the Sick, busy from Couch to Couch;
And over them triumphant Death his Dart
Shook, but delay'd ro ftrike, tho' oft invok'd
With Vows, as their chief Good and final Hope. Milt.

Ingratitude's the Growth of every Clime. Dryd. Don Seb.


And in this chankless World the Givers
Are envy'd ev'n by the Receivers :

'Tis now the cheap and frugal Fashion, Rather to hide than pay the Obligation :

Nay, 'tis much worse than fo,
It now an Artifice does grow,
Wrongs and Outrages to do,
Left Men should think we owe.

Cowl. Pinda Fate ne'er strikes deep but when Unkindness joins :

But there's a Fate in Kindness,
Still to be least return'd where most 'tis given. Dryd. Sec. Love.

Șo often try'd, and eyer found so true,
Has giv'n me Trust, and Trust has giv'n me Means
Once to be false for all.

Dryd. Don Seb.
He trusts us both! mark that! shall we betray him?
A Master who reposes Life and Empire
Onour Fidelity ? I grant he is a Tyrant :
That hated Name my Nature most abhors;
More, as you say, has loaded me with Shame,
Ev'n with the last Contempt, to serve Sebastian :
Yet more, I know he vacates my Revenge,
Which, but by this Revolt, I cannot compass.
But while he trusts me, 'r were so base a Part
To fawn and yet betray, I should be hiss'd
And whoop'd in Hell for that Ingratitude.
Is not the Bread chou eat'st, the Robe thou wear'it,
Thy Wealth and Honour, all, the pure Indulgence
Qf him thou would'st destroy?
And would his Creature, nay his Friend, betray him?
Why then no Bond is lefe on Human-kind ;
Distrusts, Debates, immortal Strifes ensue;
Children may murther Parents, Wives their Husbands;
All must be Rapine, Wars, and Desolation,
When Trust' and Gratitude no longer bind. Dryd. Don Seb.

Both false and faithless !
Draw near ye well-joyn'd Wickedness, ye Serpents
Whom I have in my kindly Bosom warm'd
Till I am ftung to Death.

My whole Life
Has been a golden Dream of Love and Friendship;
But now I wake, I'm like a Merchant rowz'd
From soft Repose, to see his Veffel finking,
And all his Wealth cast o'er. Ingrateful Woman!
Who follow'd me but as the Swallow Summer,
Hatching her young ones in my kindly Beams,
Singing her Flatteries to my morning Wake;
But now my Winter comes the spreads her Wings,



And seeks the Spring of Cæfar.

(Said of Cleopatra by Anthony. He has prophan'd the facred Name of Friend, And worn it into Vileness. With how fecure a Brow and specious Form He gilds the secret Villain! Sure that Face Was meant for Honefty; but Heav'n misinatch'd it, And furnishid Treason out with Nature's Pomp, To make its Work more easy. See how he fets his Countenance for Deceir, And promises a Lie before he speaks.

(Said of Dolabella by Anthony.

Two, two such!
Oh! there's no further Name! Two such to me
To me, who lock'd my Soul within your Breasts,
Had no Desire, no Joy, no Life but you.
When half the Globe was mine, I gave it you
In Dowry with my Heart: I had no Use,
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 Bosoms, and there slept
Secure of injur'd Faith. I can forgive
A Foe, but not a Mistress and a Friend :
Treason is there in its most horrid Shape,
Where Trust is greatest; and the Soul resign'd
Is ftab'd by her own Guards.

Dryd. All for Lover
To break thy Faith,
And rurn a Rebel ro so good a Master,
Is an Ingratitude unmatch'd on Earth:
The first revolting Angel's Pride could only
Do more than thou hast done: Thou copy'st well,
And keep'st the black Original in view.

Row. Tamerl.
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 undaunred goes
Thro Lybian Sands and Scytbian Snows,
Or where Hydefpes wealthy Side
Pays Tribute to the Persian Pride.

Rofc. Hor.
A genernus Fierceness dwells with Innocence,
And conscious Virtue is allow'd some Pride. Dryd. Oedip

Oh that I had my Innocence again,
My untouch'd Honour! but I wilh in vain:


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