But fometimes fail and in their stead
Fortune and Cowardife fucceed.
For Falling is no Shame,
And Cowardife alone is Lofs of Fame:
The vent'rous Knight is from the Saddle thrown,
But 'tis the Fault of Fortune, not his own:
If Crowns and Palms the conqu'ring Side adorn,
The Victor under better Stars was born,
The brave Man feeks not popular Applaufe,
Nor overpower'd with Arms, deferts his Caufe;
Unchanged tho' foil'd, he does the best he can :
Force is of Brutes, but Honour is of Man.
If he that is in Battle flain,
Be in the Bed of Honour lain ;
Sure he that's beaten may be said,
To lie in Honour's Truckle-bed.
Virtue without Success
Is a fair Picture fhewn by an ill Light:
But lucky Men are Favourites of Heaven.
All own the Chief, when Fortune owns the Cause. Dryd.Pal.
For all Affections wait on profp'rous Fame:
Not he that climbs, but he that falls, meets Shame.
SUMMER. See Year.
The Sun is in the Lyon mounted high,
The Syrian Star
Barks from afar,
And with his fultry Breath infects the Sky;
The Ground below is parch'd, the Heav'ns above us fry.
The Shepherd drives his fainting Flock
Beneath the Covert of a Rock;
And feeks refreshing Riv'lets nigh;
The Sylvans to their Shades retire;
Those very Shades and Streams,new Shades and Streams require,
And want a cooling Breath of Wind to fan the raging Fire.
The fultry Dog Star from the Sky (Dryd. Virg.
Scorch'd Indian Swains, the rivel'd Grafs was dry;
The Sun with flaming Arrows pierc'd the Flood;
And darting to the Bottom bak'd the Mud.
SUN. See Creation, Light.
O Sun! of this great World both Eye and Soul.
Oh thou! that with furpaffing Glory crown'd,
Look'ft from thy fole Dominion, like the God
Of this great World, at whofe Sight all the Stars
Hide their diminish'd Heads!
The golden Sun, in Splendour likeft Heav'n, (Aloof the vulgar Conftellations thick,
That from his lordly Eye keep Distance due,)
Difpenfes Light from far: They as they move
Their ftarry Dance, in Numbers that compute
Days, Months, and Years, tow'rds his all-chearing Lamp,
Turn fwift their various Motions, or are turn'd
By his magnetick Beam, that gently warms
The Universe, and to each inward Part,
With gentle Penetration, tho' unseen,
Shoots invifible Virtue ev'n to the Deep.
Mark how the lufty Sun falutes the Spring,
And gently kiffes ev'ry thing:
His loving Beams unlock each Maiden Flow'r,
Search all the Treasures, all the Sweets devour ;
Then on the Earth with Bridegroom Heat,
He does ftill new Flow'rs beget.
The glorious Ruler of the Morning, fo,
But looks on Flow'rs, and ftrait they grow;
And when his Beams their Light unfold,
Ripens the dulleft Earth, and warms it into Gold.
The felf-fame Sun
At once does flow and swiftly run.
Swiftly his daily Journey goes,
But treads his Annual with a statelier Pace,
And does three hundred Rounds inclofe
Within one yearly Circle's Space,
At once with double Courfe, in the fame Sphere,
He runs the Day, and walks the Year.
Thus the great Lamp, by which the Globe is bleft,
Conftant in Toil, and ignorant of Reft,
Thro' different Regions does his Course pursue,
And leaves one World but to revive a new.
While by a pleafing Change, the Queen of Night
Relieves his Luftre with a milder Light.
So when the Sun by Day, or Moon by Night,
Strike on the polifh'd Grafs their trembling Light;
The glitt'ring Species here and there divide,
And caft their dubious Beams from Side to Side.
Now on the Walls, now on the Pavement play,
And to the Cieling flafh the glaring Day.
The Disk of Phebus, when he climbs on high
Appears at firft but as a blood-fhot Eye;
And when his Chariot downwards drives to Bed,
His Ball is with the fame Suffufion red.
But mounted high, in his meridian Race,
All bright he thines, and with a better Face.
As glorious as the Sun at Noon,
To the admiring Eyes of gazing Mortals,
When he beftrides the lazy puffing Clouds,
And fails upon the Bosom of the Air.
Sun-rifing, See Morning.
The Sun fcarce rifen,
With Wheels yet hov'ring o'er the Ocean Brim,
Shot parallel to the Earth his dewy Ray..
Sun-fet. See Evening.
The parting Sun,
Beyond the Earth's green Cape, and verdant Ifles,
Hefperean fets.
It was the time when witty Poets tell,
That Phoebus into Thetis Bofom fell;
She blush'd at firft, and then put out the Light,
And drew the modeft Curtains of the Night.
Still leaves a Track of Glary in the Skies.
SWALLOW. See Horfe-Race.
As the black Swallow near the Palace plies,
O'er empty Courts, and under Arches flies
Now hawks aloft, now skims along the Flood,
To furnish her loquacious Neft with Food.
The Swallows, privileg'd above the reft
- Of all the Birds, as Man's familiar Guest,
Pursue the Sun in Summer brisk and bold,
But wifely fhun the perfecuting Cold.
When frowning Skies begin to change their Chear,
And Time turns up the wrong Side of the Year,
They feek a better Heav'n and warmer Climes;
But whether upward to the Moon they go,
Or dream the Winter out in Caves below, (Hind. & Panth. Or hawk at Flies elsewhere, concerns not us to know. Dryd. SWAN. See Creation.
The filver Swans fail down the watry Road
And graze the floating Herbage of the Flood.
The Swans that fail along the filver Flood,
And dive with stretching Necks to fearch their Food.Dryd. Virg.
Like a long Team of fnowy Swans on high,
Which clap their Wings and cleave the liquid Sky:
When homeward from their wat'ry Paftures born,
They fing, and Afia's Lakes their Notes return.
Twelve Swans behold in beauteous Order move,
And ftoop with clofing Pinions from above;
Whom late the Bird of Jove had drove along,
And thro' the Clouds purfu'd the fcatt'ring Throng.
Now all united in a goodly Team,
They skim the Ground, and feek the quiet Stream..
And gently op'ning Lid, the Cafement,
Look'd out, but yet with some Amazement.
SWORD. See Armour, Battel, Soldier War.
His puiffant Sword unto his Side,
Near his undaunted Heart was ty'd;
The trenchant Blade, Toledo trufty,
For want of fighting was grown rufty,
And eat into it felf for lack
Of fomebody to hew and hack.
The peaceful Scabbard where it dwelt,
The Rancour of its Edge had felt;
For of the lower End two handful
It had devour'd, 'twas fo manful.
With his refulgent Sword he hew'd his Way.
From his broad Belt he drew a fhining Sword,
Magnificent with Gold Lyacon made,
And in an iv'ry Scabbard fheath'd the Blade.
A Sword with glitt'ring Gems diverfify'd,
For Ornament, not Ufe, hung idly by his Side.
SYBIL. See Enthusiasm.
The mad prophetick Sybil you fhall find
Dark in a Cave, and on a Rock reclin'd:
She fings the Fates, and in her frantick Fits,
The Notes and Names infcrib'd to Leafs commits :
What the commits to Leafs, in order laid,
Before the Cavern's Entrance are difplay'd;
Unmov'd they lie, but if a Blaft of Wind
Without, or Vapours iffue from behind,
The Leafs are born aloft in liquid Air,
And the refumes no more her mufeful Care,
'or gathers from the Rocks her fcatter'd Verfe,
or fets in order what the Winds difperfe.
us many not fucceeding, moft upbraid.
e Madness of the vifionary Maid,
1 with loud Curfes leave the myftick Shade. Dryd. Virg. Jave you been led thro' the Cumaan Cave,
d the impatient Maid divinely rave?
now, I fee her rowling Eyes,
g, Lo! the God! the God, fhe cries:
not hers, and more than human Sound,
h'obedient Ghofts peep trembling thro' the S. See Funeral, Grief, Sorrow, Weeping.
a Receipt to make
and Tears that speak ;
s like thofe in Death,
Toes out too with the Breath.
And with the other dafh'd the fawcy Waves,
That throng'd and prefs'd to rob me of my Prize. Otw, Ven. Pref.
Accoutred as we were, we both plung'd in
The troubled Tiber, chafing with his Shores:
The Torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it,
With lufty Sinews throwing it aside,
And ftemming it with Hearts of Controverfy.
He ftemm'd the stormy Tide,
And gain'd by Strefs of Arms the farther Side.
SWOONING.
A fudden Trembling fiez'd on all his Limbs,
His Eyes diftorted grew, his Vifage pale,
His Speech forfook him, Life it felf feem'd fled.
Her Cheeks are cold, and the laft leaden Sleep
Hangs heavy on her Lids.
A fickly Qualm his Heart affail'd,
His Ears rung inward, and his Senfes fail'd. Dryd. Pal. & Arc. My Sight grows dim, and ev'ry Object dances
And fwims before me in the Maze of Death. Dryd. All for Love. Astonish'd at the Sight, the vital Heat
Forfakes her Limbs, her Veins no longer beat;
Her Eyes are clos'd, and tho' with her 'tis Night,
Her Beauty fhines without the Help of Light.
Nature begins to conquer in the Strife,
And through her Lips foft Whispers steal of Life:
How fresh they fhew! the Rofes almost gone
For want of Air, by Breath feem newly blown.
Her Eyes begin to move, and fhine with Life,
Now fink again in Death's ungentle Strife:
In doubtful Weather fo the Sun refigns,
Sometimes his Light to Clouds, and fometimes fhines. How. Veft.
He therefore fent out all his Senfes,
To bring him in Intelligences;
Which Vulgars out of Ignorance,
Miftake for falling in a Trance;
But those who deal in Geomancy,
Affirm to be the Strength of Fancy.
Then Ralpho gently rais'd the Knight,
And fet him on his Bum upright:
To rowze him from lethargick Dump,
He tweak'd his Nofe; with gentle Thump
Knock'd on his Breaft, as if't had been
To raife the Spirits lodg'd within:
They waken'd with the Noife did fly
From inward Room to Window Eye,
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