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Should happy be, and have immortal Bliss :
Without fell Rancour, or fond Jealousie ;
Each Bird his Mate ; ne any does envie
There is continual Spring, and Harvest there Continual, both meeting at one Time :
For both the Boughes do laughing Blossoms beare, And with frem Colours deck the wanton Prime, And eke at once the heavy. Trees they climb,
Which seem to labour under their Fruites Lode ; The while the joyous Birds make their Pastime
Emongst the shady Leaves, their sweet Abode, And their true Love, without Suspicion, tell abrole. Right in the middeft of that Paradife, There stood a stately Mount, on whoes round Top
A gloomy Grove of Myrtle-Trees did rise, Whoes Ihadie Boughs sharp Steele did never lop, Nor wicked Beasts their tender Buds did crop;
But, like a Girlond, compassed the Hight, And from their fruitfull Sides sweet Gumes did drop,
That all the Ground with pretious Dew bedight, Threw forth most dainty Odours, and most sweet
And, in the thickest Covert in that Shade,
But of the Trees own Inclination made,
And Eglantine and Caprisfole emong,
That neither Phæbus Beames could through them
And all about grew every Sort of Flowre,
Fresh Hyacinthus, Phoebus Paramoure,
Sad Amaranthis, made a Flowre but late;
Mefecmes I fee Amintas wretched Fate,
Briarius calld in Heav'n, but mortal Men below By his terrcftial Name Ægeon know. Dryd. Hom.
E O L U S.
Sends forth the Winds out of his hidden Treasure,
From all four Parts of Heaven do rage full sore,
And all the World confound with wide U prore,
[Spen. Fairy Qul.
The God, who does in Caves constrain the Winds, Can with a Breath their clam'rous Rage appease; They fear his Whistle, and forsake the Seas.
Yet once indulg'd, they sweep the Maing."
Æolus, to whom the King of Heav'n
The Jailor of the Wind,
Æ T N A Mount Ætna thence we fpy, Known by the smoaky Flames which cloud the Sky: By Turns a pitchy Cloud the rowls on high ; By Turns hot Embers from her Entrails Aly, And Flakes of mounting Flames that lick the Sky. Oft from her Bowels mally Rocks are thrown, And, shiver'd by the Force, come piece-mcal down.Ofc liquid Lakes of burning Sulphur flow, Fed from the fiery Springs that boil below. Enceladus, they say, transfix'd by Jove, Wich blafted Wings came tumbling from above; And where he fell, th' avenging Father drew This flaming Hill, and on his Body threw : As often as he turns his weary Sides, He shakes the solid Ife, and Smoke the Heav'n hides.
(Dryd. Virg. B 3
As when the Force
The Voice of Reason's drown'd; in vain it fpeaks,
Then 'gan the Palmer thus ; Most wretched Man,
In their Beginning they are weak and wan,
For when they once to perfect Strength do growe,
'Gainst Fort of Reason it to overthrowe :
Wrath, Jealousy, Griefe, Love, do thus expell :
Griefe is a Flood, and Love a Monster fell.
Bat Sparks, Seed, Drops, and Filth có thus decay ;
The Drops dry up, and Filth wipe clean away ;
(cay. [Spen. Fairy Q.
A G E. But you may Thun Diseases baleful Pow'r, Nor pine away in an untimely Hour ; Morose old Age, incurable Disease, Stalks on, and soon does the frail Being seize ; Tir'd with himself, he Company desires, Which scornful flies, for Company he tires. Now pensive on his Staff he walks alone, Too confcious wh:at himself in Youth has done : So chang'd his Country, that he seems to stand An useless Gazer in a foreign Land. So chang'd himself, he's scarce tlie wither'd Shade of the proud Thing in Robes of Glory clad. Edward, once active as the joyful Sun, Loaded with Years himself, Luc loads a Throne, The Rays fo languid, and the Shadows great, Almost his English wish their Sun was fer. * A fordid Woman's busy Projects stain The fplendid Annals of that martial Reign. Still fome Remains of Bliss old Age enjoys ; But Time voracious those Remains destroys, 'fill it can nonght but naked Life devour: For this the Dotard weeps, and dreads th’approaching
(Hour. Grim Death, regardless, knows not how to save, But drags the trembling Prey to his ungrateful Cave.
But oh! on what imperceptible Strings