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Will bleach the more, and whiten to the View. Dryd. Amphit.
For Bleffings ever wait on virtuous Deeds;
And tho' a late, a fure Reward fucceeds.

Cong. Mourn, Bride.

USURPER. See King, Tyrant.

He who by Force a Scepter does obtain,
Shews he can govern that which he could gain.
Right comes of Course, whate'er he was before,
Murder and Ufurpation are no more.

As when the Sea breaks o'er its Bounds,
And overflows the level Grounds;

Dryd. Auren.

Thofe Banks and Dams, that like a Screen
Did keep it out, now keeps it in:
So when tyrannick Ufurpation,
Invades the Freedom of a Nation,
Thofe Laws o'th'Land that were intended
To keep it out, are made defend it.
A Scepter fnatch'd with an unruly Hand,
Must be as boift'roufly maintain'd as gain'd:
And he that stands upon a flipp'ry Place,
Makes nice of no vile Hold to stay him up.
Dare to be great without a guilty Crown,
View it, and lay the bright Temptation down.
'Tis bafe to fieze on all because you may;
That's Empire, that which I can give away :
There's Joy, when to wild Will you Laws prefcribe,
When you bid Fortune carry back her Bribe.

A Joy which none but greatest Minds can taste,

A Fame which will to endless Ages laft.
And few Ufurpers to the Shades defcend,
By a dry Death, or with a quiet End.
Unhappy State of fuch as wear a Crown,
Fortune does feldom lay them gently down.
VULCAN. See Cyclops.
In Aufonian Land

Men call'd him Mulciber; and how he fell

From Heav'n they fabled, thrown by angry Jove
Sheer o'er the chryftal Battlements: From Morn
To Noon he fell, from Noon to dewy Eve,
A Summer's Day; and with the fetting Sun
Dropt from the Zenith, like a falling Star,
On Lemnos, th'Egean Inle.

Me by the Heel he drew:

And o'er Heav'n's Battlements with Fury threw.

All Day I fell: My Flight at Morn begun,

And ended not but with the setting Sun.

Hud.

Shak. K. John.

Dryd. Auren.

Dryd. Juv.

How

Milt

Pitch'd on my Head, at length the Lemnian Ground, (Dryd. Hom. Receiv'd my batter'd Skull, the Sinthians heal'd my Wound.

Hh 4.

WANT:

WANT.

Want is a bitter and a hateful Good,
Because its Virtues are not understood:
Yet many things, impoffible to Thought,
Have been by Need, to full Perfection brought.
The Daring of the Soul proceeds from thence,
Sharpness of Wit, and active Diligence.
Prudence at once and Fortitude it gives,
And, if in Patience taken, mends our Lives:
For e'en that Indigence which brings me low,
Makes me my felf, and him above to know.

A Good which none would challenge, few would chufe,
A fair Poffeffion, which Mankind refuse.
If we from Wealth to Poverty defcend,

(of Bathes Tale.

Want gives to know the Flatt'rer from the Friend. Dryd. Wife
Want is the Scorn of ev'ry wealthy Fool,
And Wit in Rags is turn'd to Redicule.

Famine is in thy Cheeks,

Need and Oppreffion ftaring in thy Looks,
Contempt and Beggery hang on thy Back.

Dryd. Juy.

Shak. Rom. & Jul.

Oh! we must change the Scene,
In which the pafs'd Delights of Love were tasted.
The Poor fleep little, we must learn to watch
Our Labours late, and early ev'ry Morning,
'Midft Winter Frofts, fparingly clad and fed,
Rife to our Toils, and drudge away the Day..
Oh Belvidera!

Want, worldly Want, that hungry meagre Fiend
Is at our Heels, and chafes us in View..

Canft thou bear Cold and Hunger? Can thefe Limbs,
Fram'd for the tender Offices of Love,

Endure the bitter Gripes of fmarting Poverty?
When in a Bed of Straw we fhrink together,

And the bleak Winds fhall whifle round our Heads,
Wilt thou then talk to me thus?

Thus hufh my Cares, and fhelter me with Love?
Oh! I will love thee, ev'n in Madness love thee,
Tho' my diftra&ted Senfes fhould forfake me!
Tho' the bare Earth be all our refting Place,
Irs Roots our Food, fome Cliff our Habitation;
I'll make this Arm a Pillow for thy Head,

And as thou fighing ly't, and fwell'd with Sorrow,
Creep to thy Bofom, pour the Balm of Love
Into thy Soul, and kifs thee to thy Reft.

Otw. Ven. Pref.

Oh we will bear our wayward Fate together,

And ne'er know Comfort more.

Otw. Ven. Pref.

Lord!

Lord! what an am'rous thing is Want!
How Debts and Mortgages enchant!
What Graces muft that Lady have,
That can from Execution fave?
What Charms, that can reverse Extent,
And null Decree and Exigent?

What magical Attracts and Graces,
That can
redeem from Scire Facias?
From Bonds and Statutes can discharge,
And from Contempts of Courts inlarge?
These are the highest Excellencies,

Of all our true or falfe Pretences;

And you would damn your felves, and fwear
As much t'an Hoftefs Dowager,
Grown fat and purfy by Retail

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Of Pots of Beer and bottled Ale,
And find her fitter for your Turn,
For Fat is wondrous apt to burn;

Who at your Flames would foon take Fire,
Relent, and melt to your Defire;

And, like a Candle in the Socket,

Diffolve her Graces int'your Pocket.

WAR. See Battle, Fighting, Joufts, Mars, Soldier.

Now impious Arms from ev'ry Part refound:

The peaceful Peafant to the War is prefs'd,

The Fields lie fallow in inglorious Reft.
The Plain no Pafture to the Flocks affords ;
The crooked Scythes are ftreighten'd into Swords.
Perfidious Mars long plighted Leagues divides,
And o'er the wafted World in Triumph rides.
The peaceful Cities,

Hud.

Dryd. Virg.

Lull'd in their Eafe, and undifturb'd before,
Are all on Fire; and fome with ftudious Care,
Their reftiff Steeds in fandy Plains prepare.
Some their foft Limbs in painful Marches try,
And War is all their Wifh, and Arms the gen'ral Cry,
Part fcour the rufty Shields with Seam, and Part
New grind the blunted Ax, and point the Dart.
With Joy they view the waving Enfigns fly,
And hear the Trumpet's Clangor pierce the Sky.
Some hammer Helmets for the fighting Field,
Some twine young Sallows to fupport the Shield.
The Corflet fome, and fome the Cuifhes mould,
With Silver plated, and with ductile Gold.
The ruftick Honours of the Scythe and Share,

Give Place to Swords and Plumes, the Pride of War."

1.

Old

Old Falchions are new-temper'd in the Fires;
The founding Trumpet ev'ry Soul infpires.
The Word is given, with eager Hafte they lace
The fhining Head-piece, and the Shield embrace.
The neighing Steeds are to the Chariot ty'd,
The trufty Weapon fits on ev'ry Side.

As Legions in the Field their Front difplay,
To try the Fortune of fome doubtful Day;
And move to meet their Foes with fober Pace,
Strict to their Figure, tho' in wider Space,
Before the Battle joyns, while from afar,
The Field yet glitters with the Pomp of War;
And equal Mars, like an impartial Lord,
Leaves all to Fortune and the Dint of Sword.
An iron Harveft on the Field appears,

Of Lances, burnifh'd Shields, and briftling Spears :

Dryd, Virg.

Dryd. Virg.

Throng'd Helms in long embattel'd Ranks difpos'd,
The louring Front of horrid War disclos'd.

Blac.

The neighb'ring Plain with Arms is cover'd o'er,
The Vale an iron Harveft feems to yield
Of thick-fprung Lances in a waving Field,
The polish'd Steel gleems terribly from far;
And ev'ry Moment nearer fhews the War.

The various Glories of their Arms combine,
And in one fearful dazling Medley joyn.
The Air above, and all the Fields beneath
Shine with a bright Variety of Death.
The Sun ftarts back to fee the Fields difplay

Their rival Luftre, and terrestrial Day.

The Fields

Äre bright with flaming Swords and brazen Shields;
A fhining Harveft either Hoft difplays,

And fhoots againft the Sun with equal Rays.

All in a Moment rofe

A Foreft huge of Spears; and thronging Helms
Appear'd, and ferry'd Shields in thick Array,
Of Depth immeafurable; ftrait out flew.
Millions of flaming Swords; the fuddain Blaze

Dryd. Aur.

Blac.

Dryd. Virg.

Far round illumin' Hell. They fierce with grafped Arms
Clafh'd on their founding Shields the Din of War,

Hurling Defiance tow'rds the Vault of Heav'n.

It was the Time

When creeping Murmur. and the poring Dark

Fill the wide Veffel of the Univerfe:

From Camp to Camp, through the foul Womb of Night,

The Hum of either Army ftilly founds.

Fire answers Fire, and through their paly Flames

Milt.

Each

Each Battel fees the other's umber'd Face.
Steed threatens Steed in high and boastful Neighs,
Piercing the Nights dull Ear; and from the Tents
The Armourers accomplishing the Knights,
With bufy Hammers clofing Rivets up,

Give dreadful Note of Preparation.

Shak. Hen. 5.

Now fcarce the dawning Day began to fpring;
When confus'd and high,
Ev'n from the Heav'n was heard a fhouting Cry,
For Mars was early up, and rous'd the Sky.
The Gods came downward to behold the Wars,
Sharpning their Sights, and leaning from their Stars:
The Neighing of the gen 'rous Horfe was heard,
For Battel by the bufy Groom prepar'd.
Ruftling of Harnefs, Rattling of the Shield,
Clatt'ring of Armour furbish'd for the Field:
The greedy Sight might there devour the Gold
Of glitt'ring Arms, too dazling to behold;
And polish'd Steel that caft the View afide,
And crefted Motions with their plumy Pride.
Knights, with a long Retinue of their Squires
In gawdy Liv'ries, march and quaint Attires:
One lac'd the Helm, another held the Lance,
A third the fhining Buckler did advance :
The Courfer paw'd the Ground with reftlefs Feet,
And fnorting foam'd and champ'd the golden Bit.
The Smiths and Armourers on Palfreys ride,

Files in their Hands, and Hammers at their Side; (vide.
And Nails for loofen'd Spears, and Thongs for Shields

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(Dryd. Pal. & Arc.

Peace leaves the violated Fields, and Hate
Both Armies urges to their mutual Fate.
The gloomy Throngs look terrible from far,
Difclofing flow the horrid Face of War.
The thick Battalions move in dreadful Form,
As lowring Clouds advance before a Storm.
A Cloud of blinding Duft is rais'd around ;

Dryd. Virg.

Blac.

Labours beneath their Feet the trembling Ground. Dryd. Virg.
Advancing in a Line they couch their Spears,
And lefs and lefs the middle Space appears.

Thick Smoke obfcures the Field, and fcarce are seen
The neighing Courfers, and the fhouting Men.
In diftance of their Darts they ftop their Course,
Then Man to Man they rufh, and Horfe to Horfe:
The Face of Heav'n the flying Jav'lins hide,
And Deaths unfeen are dealt on either Side.

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Dryd. Virg.

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