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In War, Men Envy ftill Ambition name, Ambition, Valour; but 'tis Valour's Shame, When Envy feeds it more than noble Fame. Ambition has its Luft as well as Love. How. D. of Lerma. Ambition, like a wanton Woman's Hafte, Invites new Slaves, grown weary of the last. Ambition, the Disease of Virtue, bred, Like Surfeits, from an undigested Fulness,

(Lerma. How.D. of

(Sophy.

Meets Death in that, which is the Means of Life. Denh. Ambition! dang'rous Sickness of the Great! D'Aven. Circe Others Ambition, that imperious Dame,

Expofes cruelly, like Gladiators, here

Upon the World's great Theatre :

Thro' Dangers and thro' Blood they wade to Fame,
To purchase grinning Honour, and an empty Name. Oldh.
Ambition is a God-like Fault;
Or rather, 'tis no Fault in Souls born Great,

Who dare extend their Glory by their Deeds. Dryd. K. Arth.
Where does proud Ambition dwell?

In the lowest Rooms of Hell:

Who are the Pillars of Ambition's Court? Grim Deaths and fcarlet Murthers it fupport. What lies beneath her Feet? Her Footsteps tread On Orphan's tender Breasts, and Brothers dead. Dryd. Temp. Ambition, like a Torrent, ne'er looks back:

It is a Swelling, and the laft Affection

A high Mind can put off: It is a Rebel
Both to the Soul and Reason; and inforces
All Laws, all Confcience; treads upon Religion,

And offers Violence to Nature's self. Johnf. Cat.
The Search of Glory and of Fame is endless:

(Pyrrhus.

New Countreys will afford new Conquefts ftill. Hopkins.
For dire Ambition will admit no Bounds;
There are no Limits to afpiring Crowns.
The Spaniard, by his Europe Conquefts bold,
Sail'd o'er the Ocean for the Indian's Gold :
The Carthaginian Hero did not stay,
Because he met vaft Mountains in his Way:
He pafs'd the Alps like Mole-hills: Such a Mind,
As thinks on Conqueft, will not be confin'd. Dor.
The greedy Wolves th' unguarded Sheep devour
But while their Hunger lafts, and then give o'er:
Man's boundless Avarice his Want exceeds,
And, on his Neighbours, round about him, feeds.
His Pride and vain Ambition are so vaft,
That, Deluge-like, they lay whole Nations waste.

The

The Beasts and Monsters Hercules oppreft,
Might, in that Age, fome Provinces infeft.
Thefe more deftructive Monsters are the Bane
Of ev'ry Age, and in all Ages reign. Wall.
Who falls in Fight cannot himself accuse;

And he dies bravely who a Crown purfues. Dryd. Auren.
Already Cæfar

Has ravag'd more than half the Globe; and fees
Mankind grown thin by his deftructive Sword.
Should he go farther, Numbers would be wanting
To form new Battels, and fupport his Crimes.
Ye Gods, what Havock does Ambition make
Among your Works!
Add. Cato.
Ah! curft Ambition, to thy Lores we owe
All the great Ills that Mortals bear below:
Curs'd by the Hind, when to the Spoil he yields
His whole Year's Sweat, and vainly ripen'd Fields;
Curs'd by the Maid, torn from her Lover's Side,
When left a Widow, tho' not yet a Bride.

By Mothers curft, when Floods of Tears they fhed,
And scatter ufelefs Rofes on the Dead. Tickell.
If the fuccessful Troublers of Mankind,

With Laurel crown'd, fo great Applaufe do find;
Shall the vext World lefs Honour yield to thofe,
That stop their Progrefs, and their Rage oppofe?
Next to that Pow'r, which does the Ocean awe,
Is, to fet Bounds, and give t' Ambition Law. Wall.
O fling away Ambition;

By that Sin fell the Angels: How then can Man,
The Image of his Maker, hope to win by't? Shak. Hen. 8.

AMELLUS.

There grows a Flow'r in marfhy Ground,

Its Name Amellus, eafy to be found.

A mighty Spring works in its Roots, and cleaves
The fprouting Stalk, and fhews it felf in Leaves.
The Flow'r it felf is of a Golden Hue;

The Leaves inclining to a darker Blue:

The Leaves fhoot thick about the Flow'r, and grow,
Into a Bufh, and fhade the Turf below.
The Plant in holy Garlands often twines
The Altar's Pofts, and beautifies the Shrines:
Its Taft is fharp; in Vales new-fhorn it grows,
Where Mella's Stream in watry Mazes flows.

Add. Virg

The

The Flow'r it felf is glorious to behold,

And shines on Altars like refulgent Gold. Dryd. Virg.

AMIE L.

Indulge one Labour more, my weary Mufe,
For Amiel; who can Amiel's Praife refuse?
Of antient Race by Birth, but nobler yet
In his own Worth, and without Title great:
The Sanhedrim long Time as Chief he rul'd;
Their Reafon guided, and their Paffion cool'd:
So dextrous was he in the Crown's Defence,
So form'd to fpeak a loyal Nation's Senfe,
That, as their Band was Ifrael's Tribes in fmall,
So fit was he to represent them all.

Now rafher Charioteers the Seat afcend,
Whofe loofe Careers his fteady Skill commend.
They, like th 'unequal Ruler of the Day,
Mifguide the Seafons, and mistake the Way;
While he, withdrawn, at their mad Labour fmiles,

And fafe enjoys the Sabbath of his Toils. Dryd. Abf. & Ach

Temple of AM MON.

Now to the facred Temple they draw near,
Whofe only Altars Lybian Lands revere.
There, but unlike the Jove by Rome ador'd,
A Form uncouth, ftands Heav'ns Almighty Lord.
No Regal Enfigns grace his potent Hand,

Nor fhakes he there the Lightning's flaming Brand:
But, ruder to behold, a horned Ram,

Belies the God, and Ammon is his Name.

There no proud Domes are rais'd, no Gems are feen
To blaze upon his Shrines with coftly Sheen:
But plain, and poor, and unprophan'd he stood;
Such, as to whom our great Forefathers bow'd.
Here, and here only, thro' wide Lybia's Space,
Tall Trees the Land, and verdant Herbage grace.
Here the loofe Sands by plenteous Springs are bound,
Knit to a Mafs, and moulded into Ground.
Here fmiling Nature wears a fertile Drefs,
And all Things here the prefent God confefs.

Before the Temple's Entrance, at the Gate,
Attending Crowds of Eastern Pilgrims wait,
And from the horned God expect Relief. Rowe Luc.
Canft thou believe the vast Eternal Mind
Was e'er to Syrts and Lybian Sands confin'd?
That he would chufe this Waste, this barren Ground,
To teach the thin Inhabitants around,

And leave his Truth in Wilds and Defarts drown'd?
Is there a Place that God would chufe to love
Beyond this Earth, the Seas, yon' Heav'n above,
And virtuous Minds, the nobleft Throne for Jove?
Why feek we farther then? Behold around,
How all thou fee'ft does with the God abound:
Jove is alike in all, and always to be found. Rowe. Luc.

AMSANCTUS.

In midft of Italy, well knewn to Fame,
There lies a Lake, Amfanctus is the Name.
Below the lofty Mounts; on either Side,
Thick Forefts the forbidden Entrance hide:
Full in the Centre of the facred Wood,
An Arm arifes of the Stygian Flood?

Which, breaking from beneath with bell'wing Sound,
Whirls the black Waves and rattling Stones around.
Here Pluto pants for Breath from out his Cell,
And opens wide the grinning Jaws of Hell.

ANGEL.

Dryd. Virg.

From a fair Cloud, which rather op'd, than broke,
A Flash of Light, rather than Lightning, came;
So fwift, and yet fo gentle was the Flame.
Upon it rode, and, in his full Career,

Seem'd to my Eyes no fooner there than here:
The comelieft Youth of all th' Angelick Race;
Lovely his Shape, ineffable his Face:

His Beams of Locks fell part difhevel'd down,
Part upwards curl'd, and form'd a natʼral Crown.
His Coat and flowing Mantle were fo bright,

They feem'd both made of woven filver Light. Cowl.
A glorious Light now fhone,

And, lo! an Angel Post comes haft'ning down

From Heav'n: I fee him cut the yielding Air
So fwift, he seems at once both here and there.
So quick, my Sight in the Purfuit was flow,
And Thought could fcarce fo foon the Journey go.
No angry Meffage in his Looks appears;

His Face no Signs of threat'ning Vengeance wears:
Comely his Shape, of Heav'nly Mien and Air,
Kinder than Smiles of beauteous Virgins are.
Such he was feen by the blefs'd Maid of old,
When he th' Almighty Infant's Birth foretold. Oldh.
From the bright Empire of eternal Day,

Where waiting Minds for Heav'ns Commiffion stay,
Amariel flies: A darted Mandate came

(Tyr. Love. From that great Will, which moves this mighty Frame. Dryd. Behold, a Heav'nly Light

Shoots fmiling thro' the Grove with filent Flight:
The Trees admire the Glory on them fhed,
And feem to start, and humbly bow their Head.
Celeftial Sweetnefs, mild and God like Grace,
Ineffable, fate blooming on his Face.

His Cheeks fuch Beauty fhew'd, fuch Light and Joy his Eyes,
As from full Blifs, frefh Youth, and Strength immortal rise.
The pureft Piece of Heav'n's etherial Blue,

In a rich Mantle, from his Shoulders flew.
Celeftial Linnen, finely fpun, and wove
On Looms Divine, by all the Skill above,
Bleach'd on th' Empyreal Plains till white as Snow,
Made the long Robe, which to his Feet did flow.
Immortal Gold, illuftrious as the Morn,

And dazling Gems, by high Archangels worn,

With pond'rous Pearls from Heav'n's bright Eaftern Shore, Adorn the fhining Garments that he wore.

A purple Girdle, from the Morning Skies,

New rent, around his Starry Vesture ties.

Thus he appear'd; and, with the Light he gave,

And unknown Fragrancy, fill'd all the Cave. Blac. P. Arth. Behold a glorious Form, like fome inferior God; Celestial Luftre spread

From his immortal Eyes and radiant Head;

A Heav'nly Bloom adorn'd his youthful Face. Blac. K. Arth. Immortal Life his Heav'nly Mould did move,

(Arth. And thro' his radiant Limbs the vital Glory ftrove. Blac. K. A fuddain Glory, like the Virgin Day,

Dawn'd in the Place, and did mild Light difplay.