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KISSING.
She gather'd humid Kifles as the spoke.

Dryd. Lucr.
She brought her Cheek up close, and lean'd on his ;
At which he whisper'd Kisses back on hers. Dryd. All for Love

She printed melting Kisses as she spoke ; Eager as those of Lovers are in Death, When they give up their Souls too with their Breath. Oldb. Balmy as Cordials that recover Souls;

(Brist. Chaste as Maids Sighs, and keen as longing Mothers. Lee Jun. ,

They pour'd a Storm of Kisses chick as Hail. Dryd.W. of Bath's
I felt the while a pleasing kind of Smart,

(Talz.
The Kiss went tingling to my very Heart ;
When it was gone che Sense of it did itay,
The Sweetness cling'd upon my Lips all Day,
Like Drops of Honey, loth to fall away. Dryd. Mar. A-la-mode.

They kiss'd with such a Fervour, And

gave such furious Earnest of their Flames, That their Eyes fparkled, and their mantling Blood Flew flushing o'er their faces.

Dryd. Don Seb. How I could dwell for ever on those Lips! Oh I could kiss 'em pale with Eagerness! So sofr, by Heav'n! and such a juicy Sweet, Thac ripen'd Peaches have not half the Flavour. Dryd. Amphit.

The Nectar of the Gods to them is tasteless. Dryd. Amphit.

Such Heat and Vigour shall our Kisses bear,
As if, like Doves, we did engender there :
No Bound, nor Rule my Pleasures shall endure ,
In Love there's none too much an Epicure."

Nought shall my Hands or Lips controul,
I'll kiss thee through, I'll kiss thy very Soul.

Cowl.
Then thus we'll lie, and thus we'll kiss,
Thus, thus improve the lasting Bliss;
There is no Labour here, no Shame,
The solid Pleasure's still the same ;
Never, oh never to be done,
Where Love is ever but begun.

Oldh.
As amorous, and fond, and billing,
As Philip and Mary on a Shilling.

Hud.
KNIGHT-ERRANTS.

Th'ancient Errant-Knights
Won all cheir Ladies Hearts in Fights;
And cut whole Gianis into Fitters,
To put

them into am'rous Twitters;
Whose stubborn Bowels scorn'd to yield,
Until their Gallants were half killd :
But when their Sides were drub'd so fore,
They durft not wooe one Gombat mere,
S

The

The Ladies Hearts began to melt,
Subdu'd wich Blows their Lovers felt :
So Spanish Heroes with their Lances,
At once wound Bulls and Ladies Fancies ;
And he acquires the noblest Spouse,
That widows greatest Herds of Cows.

Hud,
L ABYRINTH. See Jousts and Tournaments.

LAMB. The tender Firstlings of the woolly Breed. Dryd. Virg.

Come lead me forward now, like a tame Lamb To Sacrifice. Thus in his fatal Garlands Deck'd fine, and pleas'd, the Wanton skips and plays, Trots by th'enticing flatt'ring Priestefs Side ; And much cransported with its little Pride, Forgets his dear Companions of the Plain, Till by her bound, he's on the Altar lain, (Ven. Pres. Yet then too hardly bleats, such Pleasure's in the Pain. Oin.

A hundred Lambs With bleating Cries attend their milky Dams. Dryd. Virg.

LARK. See Morning The Lark that shuns on lofty Boughs to build Her humble Neft, lies silent in the Field ; But if the Promise of a cloudless Day, Aurora smiling, bids her rise and play; Then ftrait she shews 'twas not for want of Voice, Or Pow'r to climb, she made so low a Choice ; Singing the mounts, her airy Wings are stretch'd Tow'rds Heav'n, as if from Heav'n her Note The fetch'd.Wallo

The wise Example of the heav'nly Lark, Thy Fellow-Poet, Cowley, mark: Above the Clouds let chy proud Musick sound, Thy humble Neft build on the Ground. Cowl.

And now the Herald Lark
Left his Ground-Nest, high cow'ring to descry
The Morn's Approach, and greet her with his Song. Milt,

DAPHN E chang’d into a Laurel.
Scarce had the finish'd, when her Feet she found
Benum'd with Cold, and fasten'd co the Ground.
A filmy Rind about her Body grows;
Her Hair to Leaves, her Arms extend to Boughs :
The Nymph is all into a Laurel gone,
The Smoothness of her Skin remains alone.
Yet Phæbus loves her still, and casting round
Her Bole his Arms, fome lietle Warmch he found ;
The Tree' ftill paneed in ch’unfinish'd Part,
Not wholly vegetive, and heav'd her Heart:
He fix'd his Lips upon the trembling Rind;

It swerv'd aside, and his Embrace declin'd.
To whom the God; Because thou canst not be
My Mistress, I espouse thee for my Tree.
Be thou the Prize of Honour and Renown,
The deathless Poet, and the Poem, crown:
Thou shalt the Roman Festivals adorn,
And after Poets, be by Victors worn:
Thou shalt returning Casar's Triumphs grace,
When Pomp shall in a long Procession país:
Wreath'd on his Posts before the Palace wait,
And be the sacred Guardian of the Gate.
Secure from Thunder, and unharm'd by Jove,
Unfading as th'immortal Pow'rs above :

And as the Locks of Phæbus are unshorn, 7

So shall perpetual Green thy Boughs adorn.
The grateful Tree was pleas'd with what he said,
And shook the shady Honours of her Head. Dryd. Owl,

Thus Laurel is the Sign of Labour crown'd,
Which bears the bitter Blast, nor shaken falls to Ground.
From Winter-Winds it suffers no Decay,
For ever fresh and fair, and ev'ry Month is May :
Ev’n when the vital Sap retreats below,
Ev'n when the hoary Head is hid in Snow;
The Life is in the Leaf, and still between (Flower and the Leaf.
The Fits of falling Snow appears the streaky Green. Dryd, The

The Story of Phæbus and Daphne apply’d. Thirsis, a Youth of the inspir’d Train, Fair Sacharis a lov'd, but lov'd in vain, Like Phæbus sung the no less am'rous Boy, Like Daphne she, as lovely and as coya: With Numbers he the flying Nymph pursues, With Numbers such as Phoebus felf might use. Such is the Chase, when Love and Fancy leads O’er craggy Mountains and thro' flow'ry Meads; Invok'd co testify the Lovers Care; Or form fome Image of his croel Fair. Urg'd with his Fury, like a wounded Deer, O'er these he fled; and now approaching near; Had reach'd the Nymph with his harmonious Lay; Whom all his Charms could not incline to stay. Yet what he sung in his immortal Strain, Tho' unsuccessful, was not sung in vain; All but the Nymph who should redress his Wrong, Attend his Passion and approve his Song. Like Phæbus thus, acquiring unfought Praise, He catch'd at Love, and fill'd bis Arms with Bays. Wall:

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LAW: Hud.

LAW, and Lawyer.
Them never yet did Strife or Av'rice draw
Into the noisy Markets of the Law,
The Camp of gowned War.

Cowl. Virg.
Laws bear the Name, but Money has the Pow'r;
The Cause is bad whene'er the Client's poor :
Those strict.liv'd Men that seem above our World,
Are oft too modeft to resist our Gold ;
So Judgment like our other Wares is fold:
And the grave Knight that nods upon the Laws,
Wak’d by a Fee, hems and approves the Cause.

You save th'Expence of long litigious Laws,
Where Suits are travers’d and so little won,
That he who conquers is but last undone.

Dryd.
He that with Injury is griev'd,
And goes to Law to be reliev'd,
Is Gillier than a fottish Chowse,
Who, when a Thief has robb'd his House,
Applies himself to Cunning-Men,

To help him to his Goods agen;
When all he can expect to gain,
Is but to squander more in vain.

For Lawyers, left Bear Defendant
And Plaintiff Dog should make an End on't,
Do stave and rail wich Writs of Errour,
Reverse of Judgment and Demurrer,
To let 'em breath a while, and then
Cry Whoop, and set 'em on agen;
Until with subtle Cobweb-Cheats
They're catch'dan knotted Law like Nets ;
In which when once they are imbrangled,
The more they stir the more they're cangled ;
And while their Purfes can dispute,
There's no End of th'immortal Suit.

'Tis Law that settles all you do,
And marries where you did but wooe;
That makes the most perfidious Lover,
A Lady that's as false, recover.
For Law's the Wisdom of all Ages
And manag'd by the ableft Sages;
Who tho' their Bus'ness at the Bar,
Be but a kind of Civil War,
.With which th’engage with fiercer Dudgeons,
Than e'er the Grecians did the Trojans,
They never manage.

the Contest
'I'impair their publick Interest,
Or by their Controversies lefsen

For The Dignity of their Profession:

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For Lawyers have more fober Sense,
Than t'argue at their own Expence ;
But make their best Advantages
Of others Quarrels, like the Swiss;
And out of foreign Controversies,
By aiding both Sides fill their Purses :
But have no Int'rest in the Cause,
For which ch'engage, and wage the Laws;
Nor farther Prospect than their

Pay,
Whether they lose or win the Day.
And tho' th'abounded in all Ages
With sundry learned Clerks and Sages;
Tho' all their Business be Dispute,
With which they canvass every Suit;
They've no Disputes about their Art,
Nor in Polemicks controvert;
While all Professions else are found
. With nothing but Disputes c'abound.
Divines of all sorts, and Physicians,
Philosophers, Mathematicians,
The Gallenist and Paracelsan,
Condemn the Way each other deals in:
Anatomists diffect and mangle,
To cut themselves out Work to wrangle;
Astrologers dispute their Dreams,
That in their Sleep they talk of Schemes ;
And Heralds stickle who got who,
So many hundred Years ago.
But Lawyers are too wise a Nation
T'expose their Trade to Disputation;
Or make the busy Rabble Judges
Of all their secret Piques and Grudges ;
In which, whoever wins the Day,
The whole Profession's sure to pay.
Besides, no Mountebanks nor Cheats
Dare undertake to do their Feats ;
When in all other Sciences,
They swarm like Insects, and increase :
For what Bigot durst ever draw,
By inward Light, a Deed in Law ?
Or could hold

forth by Revelation,
An Answer to a Declaration ?
For those that meddle with their Tools,
Will cut their Fingers if they're Fools.

I would not give, quoth Hudibras,
A Straw to understand a Case,

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Hud.

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