Admire the Carver's fertile Energy, With ravish'd Eyes his happy Off-spring fee. What beauteous Figures by th' unrivall❜d Art Of British Gibbon's from the Cedar start? He makes that Tree unactive Charms assume, Ufurp gay Honours, and another's Bloom. The various Fruits, which diff'rent Climates bear, And all the Pride the Fields and Gardens wear: While from unjuicy Limbs without a Root New Buds devis'd, and leafy Branches shoot. CAVE. Where was a Cave wrought by wond'rous Art, CAVE of Despair. E're long they come, where that fame wickedWight His Dwelling has, low in an hollow Cave, Far underneath a craggy Clift ypright, Dark, doleful, dreary, like a greedy Grave, That ftill for carrion Carcaffes doth crave: On top whereof aye dwelt the ghaftly Owle, And all about, old Stocks and Stubs of Trees, The CENTAUR The Centaur fcatters not fo much Difgrace, Spen. Chiron, Chiron, who once the great Achilles sway'd, (Call. Nor could thy Form, O Cyllarus, foreflow Thy Fate, (if Form to Monsters we allow) Juft bloom'd thy Beard, thy Beard of golden Hue; Thy Locks in golden Waves about thy Shoulders flew. Sprightly thy Look: Thy Shapes in ev'ry Part So clean, as might inftruct the Sculptor's Art, As far as Man extended; where began The Beast, the Beaft was equal to the Man. Add but a Horfe's Head and Neck, and he O Caftor, was a Courfer worthy thee. So was his Back proportion'd for the Seat; So rofe his brawny Cheft; fo fwiftly mov'd his Feet: Cole black his Colour, but like Jet it fhone: His Legs and flowing Tail were white alone. Dryd.Ovid. CERBERUS. In his Den they found. The triple Porter of the Stygian Sound: Grim Cerberus ; who foon began to rear His crefted Snakes, and arm'd his bristling Ha'r; D 6 Dryd. Virg CHANCE, CHANCE. Could Chance fuch just and prudent Measures take ≥ To frame a World, fuch Distribution make? Did of themselves th' affembled Seeds arrive, And without Art this artful Frame contrive? To build the Earth did Chance Materials chufe, And thro' the Parts cementing Glew diffuse? Adjust the Frontier of the Sea and Soil, Balance and hang in Air the finish'd Pile ? Ye tow'ring Hills, whofe Snowy Peaks arife, Above the Clouds, and winter in the Skies; Ye Rocks which on the Shores your Heads advance, Are you the Labour and the Care of Chance? Did Chance the Compafs take, and in the Dark How these produce the Hail, and thofe the Snow? } To leave their Centre, and poffefs the Skies.Black.Creat. CHANGE. L CHANGE. What Man that fees the ever-whirling Wheel Of Change, the which all mortal Things doth fway, But that thereby doth find, and plainly feele, How Mutability in them doth play Her cruel Sports to many Men's decay? CHAOS. Spen. The Womb of Nature, and, perhaps, her Grave! Gloomy Deep! dreary Plain! forlorn and wild! The Seat of Defolation! void of Light, Save what the glimm'ring of Hell's livid Flames Rude, undigested Mafs ! A lifeless Lump, unfashion'd and unfram'd, Miit. Dryd. Ovid. (Height, Without Dimenfion; where Length, Breadth, and And Time and Place are loft: Where eldest Night, And Chaos, Ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal Anarchy, amidst the Noise Of endless Wars, and by Confufion ftand. For Hot, Cold, Moift, and Dry, four Champions fierce, Their Embryon Atoms: They around the Flag Of Barca, or Cyrene's torrid Soil, Levy'd to fide with warring Winds, and poife Their lighter Wings. To whom thefe moft adhere, He rules a Moment: Chaos Umpire fits, And by Decifion more embroils the Fray, By which he reigns: Next him high Arbiter, Milt. And And now the Goddess with her Charge defcends, Where scarce one chearful Glimpfe their Steps befriends, Here his forfaken Seat old Chaos keeps, And, undisturb'd by Form, in Silence fleeps; The wary Fiend ftood on the brink of Hell, The ftedfaft Earth. At laft his Sail-broad Vans Audacious, but that Seat foon failing, meets Flutt'ring his Penons vain, plumb down he drops Half |