Whofe burning Luft damns to the lowest Hell,
Smokes to the Heav'ns, and fullies all the Stars!
Had the not fallen thus, Oh! ten thousand Worlds
Could ne'er have balanc'd her; for Heav'n is in her,
And Joys, which I muft never dream of more. Lee, Cæf. Borg,
For, I would chufe to scramble at a Door,
Make my loath'd Meals out of the common Basket,
With dungeon Villains; wallow in the Stews,
And get my Bread by pois'ning my firm Limbs,
Ere pafs an Hour with her I have efpous'd,
If, but in Thought, confenting with another.
All Women will deny :
What have we for your Truth, but your bare Words?
The fubtile Path is trodden without Print,
Not the leaft Footstep to berrac'd for Truth. Lanfd. Her. Love.
So, when in hoftile Fire rich Afia's Pride,
For ten Years Siege had fully fatisfy'd,
Eneas ftole an Act of higher Fame,
And bore Anchifes through the wand'ring Flame :
A nobler Burden, and a richer Prey,
Than all the Grecian Princes bore away.
Go, pious Prince, in Peace, in Triumph, go;
Enjoy the Conqueft of thy Overthrow.
T'have fav'd thy Troy would far lefs glorious be;
By this thou overcom'it their Victory. Cowl. David.
Not Greece, nor hoftile Juno, could deftroy
The Hero that abandon'd burning Troy:
He 'fcap'd the Dangers of the dreadful Night, (of Guife, When, loaded with his Gods, he took his flight.
To falfe Eneas when 'twas given by Fate
To tread the Paths of Death, and view the Stygian State, Forfaken Dido was the first that stood
To ftrike his Eye; her Bofom bath'd in Blood,
Fresh from her Wound: Pale Horrour and Affright
Seiz'd the falfe Man; confounded at the Sight,
Trembling he gaz'd, and fome faint Words he fpoke;
Some Tears he shed, which, with difdainful Look,
Unmov'd fhe heard and faw, nor heeded more,
Than the firm Rock, when faithless Tempefts roar :
With one laft Glance his Falfhood fhe upbraids, (Ench.
Then fuddenly retires, and feeks eternal Shades. Lanfd. Brit.
Not great Eneas ftood in plainer Day, When the dark mantling Mift diffolv'd away, He to the Tyrians fhew'd his fudden Face, Shining with all his Goddess Mother's Grace; For fhe her felf had made his Count'nance bright, Breath'd Honour on his Eyes, and her own purple Light. Dr.
Then th'angry Goddefs, on fwift Vengeance bent, .
To Aolus's bluft'ring Kingdom went;
Where he the Winds in rocky Caves conftrains,
And curbs their Fury with ftrong Bars and Chains;
Which juftling Storms with Indignation bear,
And with a murm'ring Noife the Mountain tear.
High on his Throne their King their Force allays,
And with his Sceptre raging Tempests sways;
Which did he not, th'Earth, and Sea, and Heav'n,
Would thro' the empty Space be rent and driv'n:..
But this th'Almighty fearing, he confin'd (Laud. Virg
The Winds to gloomy Caves, which lofty Mountains bind.
Great Eolus, whofe Empire's abfolute
O'er Winds and Waves..
Loft in the gloomy Horrours of the Night,
We ftruck upon the Coaft where Etna lies,
Horrid and wafte, its Entrails fraught with Fire,
That now cafts out dark Fumes, and pitchy Clouds,
Vaft Show'rs of Afhes hoy'ring in the Smoak;
Now belches molten Stones, and ruddy Flame'
Incens'd, or tears up Mountains by the Roots;
Or flings a broken Rock aloft in Air:
The Bottom works with fmother'd Fire, involv'd
In peftilential Vapours, Stench and Smoke.
'Tis faid, that Thunder-ftruck Enceladus,
Grov❜ling beneath th'incumbent Mountain's Weight,
Lies ftretch'd fupine, eternal Prey of Flames;
And when he heaves against the burning Load,
Reluctant to invert his broiling Limbs,
A fudden Earthquake fhoots thro' all the Ifle,
And Etna thunders dreadful under Ground;
Then pours out Smokain wreathing Curls convolv'd, (Virg.
And shakes the Sun's bright Orb, and blots out Day. Add.
Thund'ring Etna,
Whence to the Clouds Coals, mix'd with Smoke, arise;
Whence fulph'rous Flames in Whirlings blast the Skies.
Oft from its Bowels mighty Stones are thrown,
And moulder'd Rocks thro' fpacious Air are blown :
Oft from its Hollow dreadful Groans are fent
By raging Flames, in its deep Caverns pent.
Nigh, livid Seas of kindled Sulphur flow,
And, whilft enrag'd the firy Surges glow,
Convulfions in the lab'ring Mountains rife;
And hurl their melted Vitals to the Skies. Garth.
But Snow on Etna does unmelted lie,
Whence rowling Flames and fcatter'd Cinders fly :
The diftant Country in the Ruin shares;
What falls from Heav'n the burning Mountain fpares. Wall.
Nor Etna, vomiting fulphureous Fire,
Will ever belch; for Sulphur will expire,
The Veins exhaufted of the liquid Store:
Time was she caft no Flames; in Time will cast no more.
The Sun, who with one. Look furveys the Globe, Sees not a Wretch like me; and could the World Take a right Measure of my State within,
Mankind muft either pity me, or fcorn me. Dr. Maid. Queen. All Days to me
To morrow, and the next, and each that follows,
Will undiftinguifh'd roul, and but prolong
One hated Line of more extended Woe, Cong. Mour. Bride.
O Lucia, Lucia, might my big-fwor'n Heart
Vent all its Griefs, and give a Loofe to Sorrow,
Martia could answer thee in Sighs, keep pace
With all thy Woe, and count out Tear for Tear. Add. Cato.
All comfortlefs, as when a Father mourns
His Children, all in View deftroy'd at once. Milt. Par. Loft
From his wakeful Eyes
Inquietude difpel'd the Sweets of Slumber :
As when the gloomy Thunderer prepares
To drown the World with Deluges of Rain;
Or fends his ftormy Hail, or fleecy Snows,
To cloath the Surface of the hoary Earth;
Or, when he's ready to excite to Arms
Two Nations, and difclofe the Jaws of War;
Thro' all the Heav'ns the dreadful Lightnings play,
Nor ceafe, nor paufe, but Flafh fucceeds on Elath:
So,
Sighs after Sighs burft from his manly Breast,
O'ercaft his Look, and shake his very Soul.
With Grief o'erwhelm'd he lies,
And, with wild Sorrow frantick, from his Head
Tears his dishevel'd Locks; he inward groans,
And, in his fore Diftrefs, with loud Complaints,
Makes his Addrefs to Jove, and mourns his Woes. Br. Hom.
Me Jove afflicts with Troubles without Number,
Which ne'er will ceafe, until forgot in Death.
I'm fore diftrefs'd, forlorn, and void of Hope,
And Sleep is grown a Stranger to my Eyes.
My tortur'd Heart
Sinks, overwhelm'd with Cares that wreck my Breast;
Grief difcompofes and distracts my Thoughts;
My panting Heart, as if t'would force its Prifon,
Bounces and beats against my Sides; my Strength
Fails me thro' Grief; and ev'n my Feet refufe
To bear fo great a Load of Wretchednefs. Broome, Hom..
One Woe ftill treads upon another's Heel. Shak. Haml.
And where Misfortunes great and many are,
Life grows a Burden, and not worth our Care.. Dryd..
(Conq. of Gran. p. 2.
But know, young Prince, that Valour foars above
What the World calls Misfortune and Affliction :
Thefe are not Ills; elfe they would never fall
On Heav'ns firft Favrites, and the best of Men.
The Gods, in Bounty, work up Storms about us,
That give Mankind Occasion to exert
Their hidden Strength, and throw out into Practice
Virtues, which fhunthe Day, and lie conceal'd
In the fmooth Seafons, and the Calms of Life. Add. Cato.
The gen'rous Mind is by its Suffrings known,
Which no Affliction tramples down;
But, when opprefs'd, will upward move, Spurn its own Clog of Cares, and foar above : Thus the young Royal Eaglet tries
On the Sun-beams his tender Eyes;
And, if he shrink not at th'offenfive Light,
He's then for Empire fit, and takes his foaring Flight.
Tho' Cares Affault thy Breaft on ev'ry Side,
Yet bravely stem th’impetuous Tide ;
No tributary Tears to Fortune pay,
Nor add to any Lols a nobler Day;
But with kind Hopes fupport thy Mind,
And think thy better Lot behind:
Amidft Afflictions let thy Soul be great,
And fhow thou dar'ft deferve a better Fate. Yald.
Let us not, Lucia, aggravate our Sorrows,
But to the Gods permit th'Event of Things:
Our Lives, difcolour'd with our prefent Woes,
May ftill grow bright, and fmile with happier Hours.
So the pure limpid Stream, when foul with Stains
Of rushing Torrents, and defcending Rains,
Works it felf clear, and, as it runs, refines;
Till, by Degrees, the floating Mirrour fhines;
Reflects each Flow'r, that on the Borders grows,
And a new Heav'n in its fair Bofom fhews. Add. Cato.
But filent Patience is Affliction's Cure,
And they ftill conquer moft, who most endure. D'Aven. 'Tis noble to endure, and nor refent
(Rhodes. The Bruifes of Affliction's heavy Hand. DAven. Siege of They feel not Joy, who have not Sorrow felt: We thro' Afflictions make our Way to Heav'n. D'Aven. Law (against Lovers. And ftruck with Rays of profp'rous Fortune blind, We Light alone in dark Afflictions find. Dryd. Calamity alone's the perfect Glafs, (against Lovers, Wherein we truly fee and know our felves. D'Aven. Law Diftrefs is Virtue's Opportunity. South. Fate of Capua. Common Difafters Sorrow raife,
But Ileav'n's fevereft Frowns amaze.
Afflictions fpring not from the Earth,
Nor to the Ground owe a fpontaneous Birth;
Yet Men to Woe, as to their Centre tend,
As Streams to Seas; as Flames to Heav'n afcend. Blac. Job.
Calamity, that fevers worldly Friendship. Beaum. Doub.
A Soul exasperated in Ills falls out
With every Thing, its Friend, it felf
A Sad prophetick Spirit dwells with Woe.
Young Men foon give, and foon forget, Affronts
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