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So ev'ry Paffion, but fond Love,
Unto its own Redrefs does move;
But that alone the Wretch inclines
To what prevents his own Defigns;
Makes him lament, and figh, and weep,
Disorder'd, tremble, fawn and creep;
Poftures which render him defpis'd,
Where he endeavours to be priz'd.
For Women, born to be controul'd,
Stoop to the forward and the bold;
Affect the haughty and the proud,
The gay, the frolick, and the loud.
Who firft the gen'rous Steed oppreft,
Not kneeling did falute the Beaft
But with high Courage, Life and Force
Approaching, tam'd th'unruly Horse.
Unwifely we the wifer Eaft

Pity, fuppofing them oppreft

With Tyrants Force, whofe Law is will, .
By which they govern, fpoil and kill:
Each Nymph but moderately fair,
Commands with no lefs Rigor here.
Shou'd fome brave Turk, that walks among
His Twenty Laffes bright and young,
And beckons to the willing Dame
Prefer'd to quench his prefent Flame,
Behold as many Gallants here,
With modeft Guife, and filent Fear,
All to one Female Idol bend,

While her high Pride does scarce defcend
To mark their Follies, he would fwear
That thefe her Guard of Eunuchs were:
And that a more Majestick Queen,
Or humbler Slaves, he had not feen.
All this with Indignation fpoke,

In vain I ftruggled with the Yoke


Of mighty Love, that conqu'ring Look,
When next beheld, like Lightning strook
My blafted Soul, and made me bow
Lower than thefe I pity'd now.
So the tall Stag upon the brink
Of fome fmooth Stream about to drink,
Surveying there his armed Head,
With Shame remembers that he fled
The fcorned Dogs, refolves to try
The Combat next, but if their Cry
Invades again his trembling Ear,
He ftrait re fumes his wonted Care;
Leaves the untafted Spring behind,
And, wing'd with Fear, out-flies the Wind.




On Mr. Milton, by Mr. Dryden.

"HREE Poets, in three diftant Ages born, 1 Greece, 2 Italy, and 3 England did adorn. The first in loftinefs of Thought furpafs'd, The next in Majefty, in both the laft. The force of Nature could no farther go, To make a Third fhe joyn'd the former Two.

1. Homer, 2. Virgil, 3. Milton.



Creation of the World.

Of Light.

ET there be Light, faid God, and forthwith Light
Ethereal, first of Things, quinteffence pure
Sprung from the deep, and from her Native East
To Journey through the airy Gloom began,
Spher'd in a radiant Cloud, for yet the Sun
Was not; fhe in a cloudy Tabernacle

Sojourn'd the while. God faw the Light was good;
And Light from Darkness by the Hemisphere
Divided Light the Day, and darkness Night
He nam'd. Thus was the firft Day Ev'n and Morn:
Nor paft uncelebrated, nor unfung

By the Celeftial Choirs, when Orient Light
Exhaling first from Darkness they beheld;

Birth day of Heav'n and Earth; with joy and Shout
The hollow univerfal Orb they fill'd,

And touch'd their Golden Harps,and Hyming prais'd
God and his Works, Creator him they fung,
Both when first Evening was, and when first Morn.


Of the Firmament.

A Gain, God faid, let there be Firmament

Amid the Waters, and let it divide
The Waters from the Waters: and God made
The Firmament, expanfe of Liquid, pure,
Transparent, Elemental Air, diffus'd

In Circuit to the uttermoft Convex

Of this great Round: Partition firm and fure;
The Waters underneath from thofe above
Dividing: For as Earth, fo He the World'
Built on circumfluous Waters calm, in wide
Cryftalline Ocean, and the loud mifrule
Of Chaos far remov'd, left fierce Extremes
Contiguous might Diftemper the whole Frame,
And Heav'n he nani'd the Firmament: fo Ev'n
And Morning Chorus fung the fecond Day.


Of the dry Land.

THE Earth was form'd, but in the Womb as yet
Of Waters, Embryon immature involv'd
Appear'd not: Over all the Face of Earth
Main Ocean flow'd, not idle, but with warm
Prolifick Humour foft'ning all her Globe
Fermented the great Mother to conceive
Satiate with Genial Moisture, when God faid-
Be gather'd now ye Waters under Heav'n
Into one Place, and let dry Land appear,
Immediately the Mountains huge appear
Emergent, and their broad Bare Backs up heave.
Into the Clouds, their Tops afcend the Sky:



Of the Sea and Rivers.

SO high as heav'd the tumid Hills, fo low Down funk a hellow Bottom broad and deep,


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Capicious Bed of Waters; thither they
Hafted with glad Precipitance, uproll'd
As Drops on Duft conglobing from the dry;
Part rife in Crystal Wall, or Ridge direct,
For hafte; fuch flight the great Command imprefs'd
On the fwift. Floods: As Armies at the call
Of Trumpet (for of Armies thou haft heard)
Troop to their Standard, fo the watry throng,
Wave cowling after Wave, where way they found,
If steep, with torrent Rapture, if through plain,
Soft-ebbing; nor withstood them Rock or Hill,
But they, or under Ground, or Circuit wide-
With Serpent Error wand'ring, found their way,
And on the wafhy Oofe deep Channels wore;
Eafy, e're God had bid the Ground be dry,
All but within thofe Banks, where Rivers now
Stream, and perpetual draw their humid Train.
The dry Land, Earth, and the great Receptacle
Of congregated Waters, he call'd Seas.


Of the Herbs and Trees.

AND faw that it was good, and faid, let th' Earth. Put forth the verdant Grafs, Herb yielding Seed, And Fruit-Tree yielding Fruit after her Kind; Whole Seed is in herself upon the Earth.

He fcarce had faid, when the bare Earth, till then
Defert and bare, unfightly, unadorn'd,

Brought forth the tender Grafs, whofe Verdure clad
Her univerfal Face with pleafant Green,
Then Herbs of every Leaf, that fudden flour'd
Op'ning their various Colours, and made gay
Her Bofom fmelling fweet: and thefe fcarce blown
Forth flourish'd thick the cluftring Vine, forth creept


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