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Athwart her Breast a golden Belt the throws;
Amidst the Press, alone, provokes a thoufand Foesy
And dares her maiden Arms to manly Force oppose.

[Dryd. Virgi
The little Amazon could hardly go;
He loads her with a Quiver and a Bow,
And that Mie might her ftagg'ring Steps command,
He with a slender Jav lin fills her Hand :-
Her Aowing Hair no golden Fillets bound,
Nor swept her trailing Robe the dusty Ground.
Instead of these a Tiger's Hide oʻerspread
Her back and Shoulders, fastend to her Heade:
The flying Dart the first attempts to fing,
And round her tender Temples toss’d the Sling.
Then as her Strength with Years increas'd, began
To pierce aloft in Air the foaring Swan,
And from the Clouds to fetch the Heron and the Crane.

[Dryd. Virgo
A Rout of people there assembled were,
Of every Sort or Nation under Sky,

Which with great U prore preassed, to draw near
To th’upper Party where was advanced hie
A stately Seat of soveraigne Majestie,

And thereon fate a Woman gorgeous gay,
And richly clad in Robes of Royaltie,

That never earthly Prince in such Array His Glory did enhaunce, and pom pous Pride display.

Her Face right wond'rous faire did seem to be, That her broad Beauties Beam great Brightness threw

Through the dim Shade, that all Men there might* Yet was 11ot that same her own native Hew, (see: But wrought by Art, and counterfeited Shew,

Thereby more Lovers unto her to call; Nath'less, more heavenly faire in Deed and View

She by Creation was, till she did fall;.4 (withall. Thenceforch she fought for Helps to cloke hes Crimes


There, as in glistring Glory fhe did fit, She held a great Gold-Chain ylinked well, Whose

upper End to bighest Heaven was knit, And lower part did reach to lowest Hell; And all that Preafe did round about her fwell,

To catchen hold of that long Chaine, thereby To climb aloft, and others to excell;

That was Ambition, rafh Defire to ftie, And ev'ry Link thereof a Step of Dignitie.

Some thought to raife themselves to high Degree By Riches and unrighteous Reward ;

Some by clofe should'ring, fome by Flatteree; Others through Friends, others for bafe Reward ; And all, by wrong ways, for themselves prépar'd.

Those that were up then felvesy kept others lowe ; Those that were lowe themselves, held others hard,

Ne fuff'red thein to rise, or greater growe; But every one did strive his Fellow down to throwe.

O facred Hunger of ambitious Mindes, And impotent Defire of Men to raigne !

Who neither Dread of God, that Devils bindes, Nor Laws of Men, that Common weals containe, Nor B.inds of Nature, that wild Keasts restraine,

Can keep from Outrage, and from doeing Wrong, Where they may hope a Kingdom to obtáine.

No Faith fo firm, no Trust can be fo ftrong, No Love so lasting ther, that may enduren long.

[Spencer. Ambition is a Luft that's never quenchid, Grows more enfam'd and madder by Enjoyment.

[Otw. Cai. Mar. Ambition is at Distance A goodly Profpeet, tempting to the View : The Height delights us, and the Mountain. Top Looks beautiful, because 'tis nigh-to Heav'n ;,



But we ne'er think how fandy's the Foundation,
What Storms will bacter, and what Tempests shake us.

[Otw. Ven. Prej:
At lowest Eub of Fortune when you lay
Contented, then how happy was the Day :
But oh! the Curse of aiming to be great,
Dazled with Hope, we cannot see the Cheat.
When wild Ambition in the Heart we find,
Farewel Content, and Quiet of the Mind :
For glitt'ring Clouds we leave the folid Shore,
And wonted Happiness returns no more.

Harv. Jur. But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand ; And Fortune's kce prefers to Virtue's Land. Dryd.

(Abj. Achit. Yet true Renown is still with Virtue jnin'u, But Luft of Pow'r lets loose th' unbridld Mind. Dryd...

(Aureita. A M P HITRI TE.. Fair Amphitrite, most divinely faire, Whose Iv'ry Shoulders were encovered all, As with a Role, with her own Silver Haire, And deckt with Pearles, which th’Indian Seas for her prepare....

[Spencer. ANG E L. Besides his Head, there fate a faire young Man, of wond'rous Beauty, and of freshest Years,

Whose tender Bud to blossom new began,
And flourish faire above his equall Peeres :
His sunny Front, curled with golden Haires,

Like Phebus Face adorn'd with funny Rayesya
Divinely Ihone, and two sharp winged Sheares,

Bedeckt withi diverse Plumes, like painted Jayesi Werę fixed at his Back, to cut his agerie Wayes.

[Spencer. Down thither, prone in Flight, Hy speeds, and chro' the vast echereal Sky, Sails between Worlds and Worlds, with steady Wings;


Now on the Polar Winds; then with quick Fan
Winnows the buxom 'Air.
Of beaming sunny Riys a gold Tiar
Circled his Head ; nor less his Locks behind
Illustrious on his Shoulders, fledg'd with Wings,
Lay waving round.

Six Wings he wore to shade
His Lineaments divine : the Pair that clad
Each Shoulder broad, came mantling o'er his Breast
With regal Ornament; the middle Pair
Gire like a starry Zone his Waste, and round
Skirted his Loins and Thighs with downy Gold,
And Colours dipe in Heav'ı: the third his Feet
Shadow'd from either Heel with feather'd Mail,
Sky-rindur'd Grain. Like Maia's Son he stood,
And shook his Plumes, that heav'nly Fragrance fill'd
The Circuit wide.


A N G E R.
Mad with her Anguish, impotent to bear
The mighty Grief, the loaths the vital Air ;
She raves against the Gods, The Leats her Breast,
And tears with both her Hands her purple Vest.

[Dryd. Virg.:
Anger is like
A full hot Horse : allow him but his Way,
Self-Mettle tires him.

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What equal Torment to the Grief of Minde,
And pyning Anguish hid in gentle Heart,

Thac inly feeds it self with Thoughts un kinde,
And nouriñeth her own consuming Smart ?
What Medicine can any Leache's Art

Yield such a Sore, that doth her Grievance hide,
And will to none' her Maladie impart: Spencer

A NT..

A N T.
Thus in Battalia march embody'd Ants,
Pearful of Winter, and of future Wants,
T' invade the Corn; and to their Cells convey
The plunder'd Forage of their yellow Prey,
The fable Troops, along the narrow Tracks,
Scarce bear the weighty Burthen on their Backs:
Some set their Shoulders to the pond'rous Grain,
Some guard the Spoil, some lash the lagging Train.
All ply their several Talks, and equal Toil sustain.

Dryd, Virg:

Like fair Apollo, when he leaves the Frost
Of wintry Xanthosis, and the Lycian Coast;
When to his native Delos he resorts,
Ordains the Dances, and renews the Sports :
Where painted Scythians; mix'd with Cretan Bands,
Before the joyful Altar join their Hands;
Himself, on Cinthus walking, fees below
The merry launcís of the sacred Show.
Green Wreaths of Bays his Length of Hair inclofe,
A golden Fillet binds his awful Brows;
His Quiver sounds.

Dryd. Virg.
O Source of sacred Lights,
God with the Silver Bow, and Golden Hair ;
Whom Chryfa, Cilla, Tenedos obeys,
And whose broad Eye cheir happy Soil surveys !

(Dryd, Hem.

APOTHECARY, and his Shop
I do remember an Apothecary,
In catcer'd Weeds, with overwhelming Browsg.
Culling of Simples; meager were his Looks,
Sharp Misery had worn him to the Bones,
And in his needy Shop a Tortoise hụng
An Alligator stuff'd, and other Skins
@fill-Abapd. Filhes, and about his Shelves


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