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The Goddess flies fublime To visit Paphos, and her native Clime : Where Garlands ever green, and ever fair, With Vows are offer'd, and with solemn Pray'r: A hundred Altars in her Temple smoke ; A thousand bleeding Hearts her Pow'r invoke. Dryd. Virg.

She stood reveal'd before my Sight:
Never so radiant did her Eyes appear,
Not her own Star confessd a Light so clear.
Great in her Charms, as when on Gods above
She looks, and breaths herself into their Love. Dryd. Virgi

So when bright Venus rises from the Flood,
Around in Throngs the wond'ring Nereids crowd ;
The Tritons gaze, and tune the vocal Shel),
And ev'ry Grace unsung the Waves conceal.

TEMPLE of Venus.
In Venus Temple on the sides were seeni
The broken Slumbers of inamour'd Men ;
Pray’rs that ev'n spoke, and Pity seem'd to call
And iffuing Sighs that smoak'd along the Wall;
Complaints and hot Desires, the Lovers Hell,
And scalding Tears that wore a Channel where they fell:
And all around were nuptial Bands, and Ties:
Of Love's Assurance, and a Train of Lies,
That, made in Lust, conclude in Perjuries.
Beauty, and Youth, and Wealth, and Luxury,
And sprightly Hope, and short-enduring Joy;
And Sorceries to raise ch' infernal Pow'rs,
And Sigils, fram'd in planetary Hours ;
Expence, and After-thought, and idle Care,
And Doubts of motley Hue, and dark Despair ;
Suspicions, and fantastical Surmise,
And Jealousy suffus'd with Jaundice in her Eyes,
Difcolouring all she view'd, in tawny dreft,
Down-look'd, and with a Cuckow on her Fit.
Oppos'd to her, on th'other Side, advance
The costly Feast, the Carol, and the Dance;
Minstrils and Musick, Poetry and Play,
And Balls by Night and Turnaments by Day.

There th'Idalian Mount, and Cytheron,
The Gourt of Venis, was in Colours drawn.
Before the Palace-Gate, in careless Dress,
And loose Array, sare Portress Idleness :
There by the Fount Narcisis pin'd alone,
There Sampson was, with wifer Solomon,
And all the mighty Names by Love undone.
Medea's Charms was there; Circean Feasts,
With Bowls that curn'd inamour'd Youths to Beasts :




Here might be seen that Beauty, Wealth, and Wit,
And Prowess, to the Pow'r of Love submit

The spreading Snare for all Mankind is laid,
And Lovers all betray, and are betray'd.
The Goddess-self fome noble Hand had wrought,
Smiling the feem'd, and full of pleasing Thought ;
From Ocean as the first began to rise,
And smooth'd the ruffled Seas, and clear'd the Skies ;
She trod the Brine, all bare below the Breast,
And the green Waves but ill conceal'd the rest :
A Lure the held; and on her Head was seen
A Wreath of Roses red, and Myrtles green:
Her Turtles fann'd the buxom Air above,
And, by his Mother, stood an infant Love,
With Wings display'a, his Eyes were banded o'er,
His Hand a Bow, his Back a Quiver bore (Pal. Art.

) Supply'd with Arrows bright and keen, a deadly Store. Dryd.)

VERSE. See Poets and Poetry.
Well-founding Verses are the Charms we use,
Heroick Thoughts, and Virtue to infuse.
Things of deep Sense we may in Profe unfold,
But they move more in lofty Numbers told.

Not the soft Whispers of the Southern Wind,
That play thro' trembling Trees delight me more,
Nor murm'ring Billows on the sandy Shore,
Nor winding Streams that thro' the Valley glide,
And the scarce-cover'd Pebbles gently chide :

For such thy Verse appears,
So sweet, fo charming to my ravish'd Ears,
As to the weary Swain with Cares opprest,
Beneath the fylvan Shade refrething Rest :
As to the fev'rish Traveller, when first
He finds a-chrystal Stream, to quench his Thirst.

Dryd. Virg.
Not' Winds to Voyagers at Sea,
Nor Show'rs to Earth more necessary be,

Than Verse to Virtue, which can do
The Midwife's Office, and the Nurse's too.
It feeds it strongly, and it cloaths it gay;

And when it dies, with comely Pride,
Embalms it, and erects a Pyramid,

That never will decay,
Till Heav'n it self shall melt away,
And nought behind it stay.

For ev'n when Death dissolves our human Frame,
The Soul returns to Heav'n from whence it came,
Earth keeps the Body, Verse preserves the Fame. Dryd!

Begin the Song, and strike the living Lyre! Lc! how the Years to come, a num'rous and well-fitted Quire,


All Hand in Hand do decently advance,
And to my Song with smooth and equal Measures dance ;
While the Dance lafts, how long soe'er it be,
My Musick's Voice shall bear it Company.

Till all gentle Notes be drown'd

In the last Trumpet's dreadful Sound.
That to the Spheres themselves shall Silence bring,

Untune che universal String.
Then all the wide extended Sky,
And all th’harmonious Worlds on high,

And Virgil's sacred Work shall die :
And he himself. shall fee in one Fire shine
Rich Nature's antient Troy, tho' built by Hands divine. Cont.

As high Vesuvius, when the Ocean laves

fiery Roots with subterranean Waves,
Disturb'd within, does in Convulsions roar,
And cafts on high his undigefted Oar;
Discharges mafly Surfeit on the Plains,
And empties all his rich metallick Veins ;
His ruddy Entrails ; Cinders,' pitchy Smoke,
And intermingled Flames the Sun-beams choak.

Good unexpected, Evil unforeseen,
Appear by Turns, as Fortune shifts the Scene :
Some, rais'd aloft, come tumbling down amain,
Then fall so hard, they bound and rise again.

Dryd. Virgi Short is th’uncertain Reign and Pomp of mortal Pride ;

New Turns and Changes ev'ry Day
Are of inconstant Chance the constant Arts;

Soon she gives, soon takes away,
She comes, embraces, nauseates you, and parts :

But if she stays, or if she goes,
The wife Man little Joy or little Sorrow shows.

For over all Men hangs a doubtful Fate,
One gains by what another is berefc;
The frugal Deftinies have only lefc
A common Bank of Happiness below,
Maintaind, like Nature, by an Ebb and Flow. How. Ind. Qurex.

The lowest and most abje&t Thing of Fortune
Stands still in Hope, lives not in Fear:
The lamentable Change is from the best,
The worst returns to better.

Shak. K. Learn
There is a Tide in the Affairs of Men,
Which taken at the Flood leads on to Fortune; .
Omitted, all the Voyage of their Life,
Is bound in Slallows and in Miseries.

Sbak. Jul. Call H'ha

What God, alas! will Caution be

For living Man's Security,
Or will ensure his Vessel in this faithless Sea ?

Where Fortune's Favour, and her Spighat,
Roll with alternate Waves like Day and Night. Cowl. Pind.

He various Changes of the World had known, And strange Vicislicudes of humane Fate'. Still alt'ring, never in a steady State. Good after Ill, and afrer Pain Delight, Alternate, like the Scenes of Day and Night. Since ev'ry Man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere Felicity; With equal Mind what happens let us bear, Not joy nor grieve too much, for things beyond our Care: Like Pilgrims, to.ch'appointed Place we tend, The World's an Inn, and Death the Journey's End: Ev'n Kings but play, and when their Part is done, Some other, worle or better, mount the Throne.Dryd.Pal. Art.

What then remains, but after paft Annoy
To take the good Vicissitude of Joy:

To thank the gracious Gods for what they give,
Posless our Souls, and while we live, to live. Dryd. Pal. & Arc.

VINE. See Embraces.

They led the Vine.
To wed her Elm: She, spous'd, about him twines,
Her marriagealle Arms; and with her brings
Her Dower, th'adopted Clusters, to adorn
His barren Leaves.

Th'aspiring Vines
Embrace their Husband Elms in am'rous Twines. Dryd. Virg.

Once like a Vine I flourish'd, and was young, Rich in my ripening Hopes that spoke me strong : But now a dry and wither'd Srock am grown, And all my Clusters, and my Branches gone. Otw. Don Carl.

VIRAGO. See Amazon.

A Warriour Dame,
Unbred to Spinning, in the Loom unskill'd,
She chose the nobler Pallas of the Field ;
Mix'd with the first the fierce Virago fought,
Sustain’d the Toils of Arms, the Danger sought:
Out-stripr che Winds in Speed upon the Plain,
Flew o’er the Fields, nor hurt the bearded Grain.
She swept the Seas, and as she skimm'd along,
Her flying Feet unbath'd on Billows hung:
Men, Boys, and Women, stupid with Surprize,
Where'er she pafles, fix their wond'ring Eyes.

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Longing they look, and gaping at the Sight,
Devour her o'er and o'er with vaft Delight.
Her purple Habit fits with such a Grace,
On her smooth Shoulders, and so suits her Face :
Her Head with Ringlets of her Hair is crown'd,
And in a golden Caul the Curls are bound.
She shakes her Myrtle Jav'lin, and behind
Her Lycian Quiver dances in the Wind.

Dryd. Virg.
Next Trulla came ; Trulla more bright
Than burnilh'd Armour of her Knight.
A bold Virago, stout and tall,
As Joan of France, or English Moll :
Thro' Perils both of Wind and Limb,
Thro'chick and thin the follow'd him :
At Breach of Wall, or Hedge Surprize,
She shar'd i'th'Hazard and the Prize :
At beating Quarters up, or Forrage,
Behav'd herself with matchless Courage ;
And laid about in Fight more bulily
Than th’Amazonian Pez-Thefily.
But here some Criticks do cry shame,
And say our Authors are to blame,
That spite of all Philosophers,
Who hold no Females stout but Bears,
Make feeble Ladies in their Works
To fight like Termagants and Turks ;
To lay their native Arms afide,

Their Modesty, and ride astride;
To run a-Tilt at Men, and wield
Their naked Tools in open Field,
As stout Armida, bold Thalestris,
And she that should have been the Mistress
Of Gondibert ; but he had Grace,
And rather took a Country-Lass.

Virtue, the noble Cause for which you're made!
- Improperly we measure Life by Breath,
Those do not truly live who meric Death.

Stopni. 'uv.
Our Life is short, but to extend that Span
To vast Eternity, is Virtue's Work, Shak. Trol. Crel

He lives in Fame that dies in Virtue's Cause. Shak Tit. Andron.

How vain is Virtue which dire&ts our Ways
Through certain Dangers to uncertain Praise !
Barren and airy Name! Thee Fortune flies,
With thy lean Train, the pious and the wife.
Heav'n takes thee at thy Word, without Regard,
And lets thee poorly be cby own Reward.



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