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As in the Ark, joyn’d without Force or Strife,
All Creatures dwelt, all Creatures that had Life.
Or as the Primitive Forms of all,
Which without Discord and Confusion lie,
In that strange Mirrour of the Deity.

Cowl
'Tis not a Plash of Fancy, which sometimes
Dazling our Minds, fets off the slightest Rhymes.
Bright as a Blaze, but in a Moment done ;
True Wit is everlasting, like the Sun.

Norm.
Wit like a luxuriant Vine,
Unless to Virtue's Prop it joyn,

Firm and erect tow'rd Heav'n bound,
Tho' it with beauteous Leaves and pleasant Fruit be crown'd,
It lies deform'd and rotting on the Ground.

Cool, Wit, like Beauty, triumphs o'er the Heart, When more of Nature's seen, and less of Art.

Prior. Wit, like Tierce Claret, when’t begins to pall, Neglected lies, and's of no Use at all But in its full Perfection of Decay, Turns Vinegar, and comes again in Play.

Roch. Unequally th’imparcial Hand of Heav'n, Has all but this one only Blefling giv'n. In Wic alone't has been munificent, Of which so just a Share to each is sent, That the most avaricious are content. For none e'er thought, the due Division's such, His own too little, or bis Friend's too much:

Rocb.
Great Wits are sure to Madness near ally'd,
And thin Partitions do their Bounds divide. Dryd. Abs. & Achii.

Great Wits and Valours, like great States,
Do sometimes fink with their own Weights.
Th'Extreams of Glory and of Shame,
Like East and Weft become the fame.
No Indian Prince has to his Palace
More Foll'wers, than a Thief to th'Gallows. Hud.
WITCH. See Despair, Necromancer.

What are these
So wither'd, and so wild in their Attire,
That look not like th’Inhabitants of the Earth,
And yet are on it ? Live you, or are you ought
That Man may question? You seem to understand me,
By each at once her choppy Fingers laying
Upon her skinny Lips.
If you can look into the Seeds of Time,
And see which Grain will grow, and which will not ;
I conjure you by that which you profess,
To answer me,

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Tho' you untie the Winds, and let 'em fight
Against the Churches ; tho' the yefty Waves
Confound and swallow Navigation up:
Tho'bladed Corn be lodg’d, and Trees blown down;
Tho' Castles topple on their Warders Heads :
Tho' Palaces and Pyramids do slope
Their Heads to their Foundations :
Ev'n till Destruction ficken, answer me.

Shak, Macb. "The mumbling Beldam mutters thus her Charms.

On the Corner of the Moon
Hangs a vap'rous Drop profound,
I'll catch it e'er it come to Ground :
Which distill’d by magick Slights,
Shall raise artificial Sprights.
Thrice the brinded Car has mew'd,
Twice and once the Hedge-pig whind:
Harpier cries, 'tis time, 'tis time :
Round about the Cauldron go,
In the poyson'd Entrails throw:
Pour in Sow's Blood that has eaten
Her nine Farrow : Grease that's sweet
From the Murtherer's Gibber throw
Into the Flame.
Toad chat under the cold Stone
Days and Nights las thirty one
Swelter'd Venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i'ch'charmed Por.
Fillet of a fenny Snake
In the Cauldron boil and bake.
Eye of Neut, and Toe of Frog,
Wool of Bat, and Tongue of Dog,
Adder's Fork, and blind-Worm's Sting,
Lizard's Leg, and Howlet's Wing,
For a Charm of pow'rful Trouble,
Like a Hell-broth boil and bubble.
Scale of Dragon, Tooth of Woolf,
Witch's Mummy, Maw and Gulph
Of the ravin'd Salt-Sea Shark,
Root of Hemlock, digg'd i'ch'dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of Goats, and Slips of Yeugh,
Sliver'd in the Moon's Eclipse ;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's Lips ;
Finger of a Birth-strangled Babe,
Ditch-deliver'd by a Drab,
Make the Gruel thick and slab :
Add thereto a Tyger's Chaldron
For th'Ingredients of our Cauldron)

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With equal Hurry quit th’invaded Shore,

(Dryd. Virg. And swallow back the Sand and Stones chey spew'd before.

Far off we hear the Waves with surly Sound
Invade the Rocks, the Rocks their Groans rebound.
The Billows break upon the sounding Strand;
And roul the rising Tides impure with Sand.

Dryd. Firs
WEEPING. See Funeral, Grief, Sorrow, Tears.
Her brimful Eyes that ready food,
And only wanted Will to weep a Flood,
Releas'd their watry Store, and pour'd amain,
Like Clouds, low-hung, a fober Show'r of Rain:
Mute, folemn Sorrow, free from Female Noise,
Such as the Majesty of Grief destroys. Dryd. Sig. do Gail

O'er her Adonis so
Fair Venus mourn'd, and with the precious Show'r
Of her warm Tears, cherish'd the springing Flow's.

Wale
So filver Thetis on the Phrygian Shore,
Wept for her Son, foreknowing of his Fate :
The Sea-Nymphs fate around, and joynd their Tears,
While from his lowest Deep old Father Ocean
Was heard to groan, in Pity of their Pain. Row.IT

She filently a gentle Tear ter fall
From either Eye, and wip'd them with her Hair :
Two other precious Drops that ready ftood,
Each in their chrystal Sluice, he, e'er they fell,
Kiss'd, as the gracious Signs of sweet Remorse,
And pious Awe, that fear'd to have offended.

Milt,
A Show'r of Tears flow'd down her lovely Face,
Which from her Grief receiv'd yet sweeter Grace. Blac.

So thro' a watry Cloud,
The Sun at once seems both to weep and shine. Dryd. Sec. Love.

She came weeping forth,
Shining thro' Tears, like April-Suns in Show'rs,
Thar labour to o'ercome the Cloud chat loads them.
While two young Virgins, on whose Arms the lean'd,
Kindly look'd up, and at her Grief grew fad,
As if they catch'd the Sorrows that fell from her ;
Ev'n the lew'd Rabble, that were gacher'd round
To see the Sight, stood mute when they beheld her,

(Press Govern'd their roaring Throats, and grumbled Pity. Otw.leno

Dumb Sorrows fiez'd the Standers by,
The Queen above the rest, by Nature good,
The Pattern form'd of perfect Woman-hood,
For tender Pity wept; when she began,
Through che bright Quire th'infectious Virtue ran;
All drop d cheir Tears.

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The Tears ran gushing from her Eyes,
And stop'd her Speech in pompous Train of Woe. Dryd. Virg.
See where she sits; and in what comely wise

Drops Tears more fair than others Eyes;
Ah! charming Maid! let not ill Fortune fee

Th'Arcire thy Sorrow wears,

Nor view the Beauty of thy Tears,
For she'll still come to dress herself in thee.
Ne'er did I yet behold fuch glotious Weather,
As this Sun-fhine and Rain together.

Cevil:
With Head declin'd,
Like a fair Flower furcharg'd with Dew, she weeps. Dryd.

Then setting free a Sigh from her fair Eyes,
She wip'd cwo Pearls, the Remnant of wild Show'rs;
Which hung like Drops upon the Bells of Flow'rs, Dryd. Sec. Loves

So Morning Dews on new-blown Rofes lodge,
By the Sun's am'rous Heat to be exhai'd.

Otw. Orph.
Why art thou wet with weeping, as the Earth,
When vernal Jove descends in gentle Show'rs;
To cause Increase, and bless the Infant Year ;
When ev'ry spiry Grafs and painted Flow'r
Is hung with pearly Drops of heav'nly Rain. Row. Ulyl:

In Palamon, a manly Grief appears,
Silent he wept, alham'd to shew his Tears. Dryd. Pal. d Arco

Bear my Weakness,
If throwing thus my Arms about chy Neck,
I play the Boy, and blubber in thy Bosom. Otw.Ven. Pres:

Look Emperor! this is no common Dew;
I have not wept these forty Years, but now
My Mother comes afresh into my Eyes,
I cannot help her Softness.

By Heav'n he weeps ! Poor good old Man he weeps.
The big round Drops course one another down
The Furrows of his Cheeks.

Dryd. Al for Love.

His Eyes,
Altho’ unus'd unto the melting Mood,
Drop Tears more fast than the Arabian Tree
Her medicinal Gums.

Shak. Orbel.
Behold his Sorrow streaming from his Eyes Dryd. Virg.

Compassion quell'd
His best of Man, and gave him up to Tears.

WELCOME.
Welcome as kindly Show'rs to long-parch'd Earth. Dr.spøn. Fiy.
Welcome as Mercy to a Man condemn’d.
Welcome to me as to a finking Marriner
The lucky Plank chat bears him to the Shore,

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Cool it with a Baboon's Blood,

Then our Charm is firm and good. Shak. Mach. Smear'd with these pow'rful Juices, on the Plain He howls a Woolf among the hungry Train; And oft the mighty Negromancer boafts, With these to call from Tonibs the stalking Ghosts, And from the Roots to tear the standing Corn, Which whirl'd aloft to distant Fields is born : Such is the Strength of Spells.

Dryd. Virg. Pale Phabe, drawn by Verse, from Heav'n descends, And Circe chang'd with Charms Ulyses Friends. Verse breaks the Ground, and penetrates the Brake, And in the winding Cavern splits the Snake; Verse fires the frozen Veins.

Dryd. Virg: Renown'd for magick Arts, her Charms unbind The Chains of Love, or fix 'em to the Mind; She stops the Currents, leaves the Channel dry, Repels the Stars, and backward beats the Sky. The yawning Earth rebellows to her Call, Pale Ghosts ascend, and Mountain Alhes fall.

Dryd. Virg I saw Canidia here, her Feet were bare, Black were her Robes, and loose her flaky Hair; With her fierce Sagana went stalking round, Their hideous Howling fhook the trembling Ground. A Paleness, casting Horrour round the Place, Sat dead, and terrible on either's Face. Their impious Trunks upon the Earth they cast, And dug it with their Nails in frantick Haste: A Cole-black Lamb then with their Teeth they tore, And in the Pit they pour'd the reeking Gore. By this chey forc'd the tortur'd Ghosts from Hell; And Answers to their wild Demands compel. Two Images they brought of Wax and Wool. The waxen was a little puling Fool, A chidden Image, ready still to skip Whene'er the woollen one but snap'd his Whip: On Hecate aloud this Beldam calls, Tifiphone as loud the other bawls. A thousand Serpents hiss'd upon the Ground, And Hell-hounds compass'd all the Garden round. Behind the Tombs, to fhun the horrid Sight, The Moon skulk'd down, or out of Shame or Fright. Staf. Hor.

Not uglier follow the Night-Hag, when callid
In secret, riding through the Air, she comes
Lur'd with the Smell of Infant-Blood, to dance
With Lapland Witcbes, while the lab'ring Moon
Eclipses at their Charms.

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