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Rew. Amb. Stepm.

The Wife, who know 'em, know they are but Men,
Nay, fometimes weak ones too: The Croud indeed,
Who kneel before the Image, not the God,
Worship the Deity their Hands have made.
He's in Poffeffion! fo Diseases are:
Should not a lingring Feaver be remov'd,
Because it long has rag'd within my Blood?
Do I rebel when I would thrust it out?

What? fhall I think the World was made for one,
And Men are born for Kings as Beafts for Men,
Not for Protection, but to be devour'd?

Mark those who doat on arbitrary Pow'r,

And you

fhall find them either hot-brain'd Youth, Or needy Bankrupts, fervile in their Greatnefs, And Slaves to fome to lord it o'er the rest.

O Bafeness! to fupport a Tyrant-Throne,

And crush your free-born Brethren of the World! Dr. Span. Fry. Thofe Kings who rule with limited Command,

Have Player's Sceptres put into their Hand.

Pow'r has no Balance! one Side ftill weighs down,
And either hoifts the Commonwealth or Crown.

Force only can maintain

The Pow'r that Fortune gives, or Worth does gain.
Sov'raigns, ever jealous of their State,
Forgive not those whom once they mark for Hate;
Ev'n tho' th'Offence they feemingly digeft,
Revenge, like Embers rak'd within their Breaft,
Burfts forth in Flames, whofe unrefifted Pow'r,
Will feize th'unwary Wretch, and foon devour.

The Thoughts of Kings are like religious Groves,
The Walks of muffled Gods; facred Retreat,
Where none but whom they please t'admit approach.
The Thoughts of Princes dwell in facred Privacy,
Unknown and ven'rable to the Vulgar;

And like a Temple's innermoft Receffes,

None enter to behold the hallow'd Mysteries,
Unbidden of the God that dwells within.

Sebaftian was a Man

(of Gran. Dryd. Cong.

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Row. Amb. Stepm.

Above Man's Height, ev'n tow'ring to Divinity;
Brave, pious, gen'rous, great and liberal;

Juft as the Scales of Heav'n that weigh the Seafons.
He lov'd his People, him they idoliz'd.

His Goodness was diffus'd to human Kind.

He was the Envy of his neighb'ring Kings;

For him their fighing Queens defpis'd their Lords,

And Virgin Daughters blufh'd when he was nam'd. Dr. Don Seb.

KISSING.

KISSING.

She gather'd humid Kiffes as the fpoke.

She brought her Cheek up clofe, and lean'd on his ;

At which he whifper'd Kiffes back on hers.
She printed melting Kiffes as fhe spoke;

Dryd. Lucr.

Dryd. All for Love.

Eager as thofe of Lovers are in Death,

When they give up their Souls too with their Breath.
Balmy as Cordials that recover Souls;

Oláh.

(Brut.

Chafte as Maids Sighs, and keen as longing Mothers. Lee Jun
They pour'd a Storm of Kiffes thick as Hail. Dryd.W. of Bath's
I felt the while a pleafing kind of Smart,

The Kifs went tingling to my very Heart;
When it was gone the Senfe of it did stay,
The Sweetness cling'd upon my Lips all Day,

(Tale.

Like Drops of Honey, loth to fall away. Dryd. Mar. A-la-mode. They kifs'd with fuch a Fervour,

And gave fuch furious Earneft of their Flames,

That their Eyes fparkled, and their mantling Blood
Flew flushing o'er their Faces.

How I could dwell for ever on those Lips!
Oh I could kifs 'em pale with Eagerness!
So foft, by Heav'n! and fuch a juicy Sweet,
That ripen'd Peaches have not half the Flavour.
The Nectar of the Gods to them is taftelefs.
Such Heat and Vigour fhall 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."

Dryd. Don Seb.

Dryd. Amphit. Dryd. Amphit.

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

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Then thus we'll lie, and thus we'll kifs,
Thus, thus improve the lafting Bliss;
There is no Labour here, no Shame,
The folid Pleafure's ftill the fame ;
Never, oh never to be done,
Where Love is ever but begun.

As amorous, and fond, and billing,
As Philip and Mary on a Shilling.
KNIGHT-ERRANT S.

Th'ancient Errant-Knights
Won all their Ladies Hearts in Fights;
And cut whole Giants into Fitters,
To put them into am'rous Twitters;
Whofe ftubborn Bowels fcorn'd to yield,
Until their Gallants were half kill'd:
But when their Sides were drub'd fo fore,
They durft not wooe one Combat more,
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The Ladies Hearts began to melt,
Subdu'd with Blows their Lovers felt :
So Spanish Heroes with their Lances,
At once wound Bulls and Ladies Fancies;
And he acquires the nobleft Spouse,
That widows greateft Herds of Cows.
LABYRINTH. See Joufts and Tournaments.
LAMB.

The tender Firftlings of the woolly Breed.
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 Prieftefs Side;
And much tranfported with its little Pride,
Forgets his dear Companions of the Plain,
Till by her bound, he's on the Altar lain,

Hud.

Dryd.Virg.

(Ven. Pref.

Yet then too hardly bleats, fuch Pleafure's in the Pain. Otw.. A hundred Lambs

With bleating Cries attend their milky Dams.

LARK. See Morning.

The Lark that fhuins on lofty Boughs to build
Her humble Neft, lies filent in the Field;
But if the Promife of a cloudless Day,
Aurora fmiling, bids her rife and play;

Then frait the fhews 'twas not for want of Voice,
Or Pow'r to climb, fhe made fo low a Choice;

Singing the mounts, her airy Wings are ftretch'd

Dryd. Virg.

Tow'rds Heav'n, as if from Heav'n her Note fhe fetch'd.Wall. The wife Example of the heav'nly Lark,

Thy Fellow-Poet, Cowley, mark:

Above the Clouds let thy proud Mufick found,

Thy humble Neft build on the Ground.

And now the Herald Lark

Left his Ground-Neft, high tow'ring to defcry
The Morn's Approach, and greet her with his Song.
DAPHNE chang'd into a Laurel.

Scarce had the finifh'd, when her Feet the found
Benum'd with Cold, and faften'd to 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 Smoothnefs of her Skin remains alone.
Yet Phabus loves her ftill, and cafting round

Her Bole his Arms, fome little Warmth he found;
The Tree ftill panted in th'unfinish'd Part,
Not wholly vegetive, and heav'd her Heart:
He fix'd his Lips upon the trembling Rind;

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It fwerv'd afide, and his Embrace declin'd.
To whom the God; Becaufe thou canst not be
My Mistress, I efpoufe 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 Cafar's Triumphs grace,
When Pomp fhall in a long Proceffion pafs:
Wreath'd on his Pofts before the Palace wait,
And be the facred Guardian of the Gate.
Secure from Thunder, and unharm'd by Jove,
Unfading as th'immortal Pow'rs above:
And as the Locks of Phebus are unshorn,
So fhall perpetual Green thy Boughs adorn.
The grateful Tree was pleas'd with what he faid,
And shook the fhady Honours of her Head.
Thus Laurel is the Sign of Labour crown'd,

Dryd. Ovid.

Which bears the bitter Blast, nor shaken falls to Ground,
From Winter-Winds it fuffers 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 ftill between

(Flower and the Leaf

The Fits of falling Snow appears the ftreaky Green. Dryd. The The Story of Phebus and Daphne apply'd.

Thirfis, a Youth of the infpir'd Train,

Fair Sachariffa lov'd, but lov'd in vain ;
Like Phabus fung the no less am'rous Boy,
Like Daphne fhè, as lovely and as coy:
With Numbers he the flying Nymph pursues,
With Numbers fuch 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 to teftify the Lovers Care,

Or form fome Image of his cruel Fair.
Urg'd with his Fury, like a wounded Deer,
O'er thefe 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 fung in his immortal Strain,
Tho' unfuccefsful, was not fung in vain;

All but the Nymph who fhould redrefs his Wrong,
Attend his Paffion and approve his Song.

Like Phebus thus, acquiring unfought Praise,
He catch'd at Love, and fill'd his Arms with Bays.

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LAW:

LAW, and Lawyer.

Them never yet did Strife or Av'rice draw Into the noify Markets of the Law,

The Camp of gowned War.

Laws bear the Name, but Money has the Pow'r;
The Caufe is bad whene'er the Client's poor:
Thofe ftrict-liv'd Men that feem 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 Caufe.

You fave th'Expence of long litigious Laws,
Where Suits are travers'd and fo little won,
That he who conquers is but laft undone.

He that with Injury is griev'd,
And goes to Law to be reliev'd,
Is fillier than a fottish Chowse,

Who, when a Thief has robb'd his Houfe,
Applies himself to Cunning-Men,
To help him to his Goods agen;
When all he can expect to gain,
Is but to fquander more in vain.

For Lawyers, left Bear Defendant

Cowl. Virg.

And Plaintiff Dog fhould make an End on't,

Do ftave and tail with Writs of Errour,
Reverfe of Judgment and Demurrer,
To let 'em breath a while, and then
Cry Whoop, and fet 'em on agen;
Until with fubtle Cobweb-Cheats
They're catch'din knotted Law like Nets;
In which when once they are imbrangled,
The more they ftir the more they're tangled ;
And while their Purfes can difpute,
There's no End of th'immortal Suit.
'Tis Law that fettles all you do,
And marries where you did but wooe;
That makes the most perfidious Lover,
A Lady that's as falfe, recover.
For Law's the Wisdom of all Ages
And manag'd by the ableft Sages;
Who tho' their Bus'nefs 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
T'impair their publick Intereft,
Or by their Controverfies leffen
The Dignity of their Profeffion:

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