Infernal Offsprings of the Night,
Debarr'd of Heav'n, their native Right;
And from the glorious Fields of Light,
Condemn'd in Shades to drag the Chain,
And fill with Groans the gloomy Plain :
Whofe Good is Ill, whose Joy is Woe;
Whofe Work's t'embroil the Worlds above,

(Alb. & Alban.

Disturb their Union, disunite their Love,
And blaft the beauteous Frame of their victorious Foe. Dryd.

FUTURITY.

Distrust and Darkness of a future State, Make poor Mankind fo fearful of their Fate.

Death in it felf is nothing, but we fear

To be we know not what, we know not where. Dryd. Auren,

To be or not to be! that is the Question!

Whether 'tis nobler in the Mind to fuffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of Troubles,
And by oppofing end them? To die! to sleep!
No more! and by a Sleep to say we end
The Heart-ach, and the thousand nat'ral Shocks
That Flesh is Heir to! 'Tis a Confummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die! to fleep!
To fleep, perchance to dream! I, there's the Rub;
For in that Sleep of Death what Dreams may come,
When we have shuffl'd off this mortal Goyle,
Must give us Pause. There's the Respect
That makes Calamity of so long Life:
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of Time,
Th'Oppreffor's Wrong, the poor Man's Contumely,
The Pangs of dispriz'd Love, the Law's Delay,
The Infolence of Office, and the Spurns
That patient Merit of th'Unworthy takes,
When he himself might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin. Who would these Fardles bear,
To groan and sweat under a weary Life,
But that the Dread of fomething after Death,
The undiscover'd Country, from whose Borne
No Traveller returns, puzzles the Will,
And makes us rather bear those Ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus Confcience does make Cowards of us all,
And thus the native Hue of Resolution
Is fickled o'er with the pale Cast of Thought;
And Enterprizes of great Pith and Moment,
With this Regard their Currents turn away,
And lofe the Name of Action.

Shak. Ham In whatsoever Character

The Book of Fate is writ,
'Tis well we understand not it:

We should grow mad with too much Learning there.

Upon the Brink of ev'ry Ill we did foresee,

Undecently and foolishly,

We should stand shiv'ring, and but flowly venture

The fatal Flood to enter.

Since willing or unwilling we must do it,

They feel leaft Cold and Pain who plunge at once into it. Cowl.

Then ask not Bodies doom'd to die,
To what Abode they go;
Since Knowledge is but Sorrow's Spy;
'Tis better not to know.

Divines but peep on undiscover'd Worlds,
And draw the distant Landskip as they please :
But who has e'er return'd from those bright Regions;
To tell their Manners and relate their Laws?

Dav.

Dryd. Don Seb.

Think, timely think, on the last dreadful Day,
How you will tremble there to stand expos'd
The foremost in the Rank of guilty Ghosts,
That must be doom'd for Murther! think on Murther!
That Troop is plac'd apart from common Crimes:
The Damn'd themselves start wide, and thun that Band,
As far more black and more forlorn than they.

'Tis terrible! it shakes, it staggers me :
I know this Truth, but I repell'd the Thought:
Sure there is none but fears a future State;

And when the most Obdurate swear they do not,
Their trembling Hearts belie their boasting Tongues. Dr. Span.

Confider former Ages past and gone,
Whose Circles ended long e'er thine begun:
Then tell me, Fool, what Part in them thou hast
Thus may'st thou judge the Future by the Paft.
What Horrour seest thou in that quiet State ?
What bugbear Dreams to fright thee afrer Fare?
No Ghosts, no Goblins, that still Passage keep,
But all is there serene in that eternal Sleep.
For all the dismal Tales that Poets tell,
Are verify'd on Earth, and not in Hell:
No Tantalus looks up with fearful Eye,

Or dreads th'impending Rock to crush him from on hight
But fear of Chance on Earth disturbs our easy Hours,

Or vain-imagin'd Wrath of vain-imagin'd Pow'rs.

Nor could the Lobes of his rank Liver swell:

No Tityus torn by Vultures lies in Hell;

To that prodigious Mass for their eternal Meal.

Not tho' his monstrous Bulk had cover'd o'er
Nine spreading Acres, or nine thousand more ;

Not tho' the Globe of Earth had been the Giant's Floor.

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Nor in eternal Torments could he lie,

Nor could his Corps sufficient Food supply:
But he's the Tytius, who, by Love oppress'd,
Or Tyrant Paffion preying on his Breast,
And ever-anxious Thoughts, is robb'd of Rest.

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The Sifyphus is he, whom Noise and Strife
Seduce from all the foft Retreats of Life;

To vex the Government, disturb the Laws:
Drunk with the Fumes of popular Applause,
He courts the giddy Croud to make him great,
And sweats, and toils in vain to mount the sov'raign Seat:

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For still to aim at Pow'r, and still to fail,

Ever to strive, and never to prevail,

What is it but, in Reason's true Account,

To heave the Stone against the rising Mount?

Which urg'd, and labour'd, and forc'd up with Pain, (Plain. Recoils, and rowls impetuous down, and smoaks along the

Then still to treat thy ever-craving Mind

With ev'ry Bleffing, and of ev'ry Kind;
Yet never fill thy rav'ning Appetite,
Tho' Years and Seasons vary thy Delight;
Yet nothing to be seen of all the Store,
But still the Wolf within thee barks for more;
This is the Fable's Moral which they tell
Of fifty foolish Virgins damn'd in Hell,
To leaky Vessels which the Liquor spill,
To Veffels of their Sex, which none cou'd ever fill.
As for the Dog, the Furies, and their Snakes,
The gloomy Caverns, and the burning Lakes,
And all the vain infernal Trumpery,
They neither are, nor were, nor e'er can be.
But here on Earth the Guilty have in view
The mighty Pains to mighty Mischiefs due :
Racks, Prifons, Poisons, the Tarpeian Rock,
Stripes, Hangmen, Pitch, and fuffocating Smoak;
And last, and most, if these were cast behind,
Th'avenging Horrour of a conscious Mind,
Whose deadly Fear anticipates the Blow,
And fees no End of Punishment and Woe;
But looks for more at the last Gasp of Breath;
This makes a Hell on Earth, and Life a Death.

Dryd. Lucr.

Thus Men, too careless of their future State, Dispute, know nothing, and repent too late. Dryd. D. of Gwife.

Then

Then whither went his Soul, let such relate,
Who fearch the Secrets of the future State.
Divines can say but what themselves believe;
Strong Proofs they have, but not demonstrative:
For were all plain, then all Sides must agree,
And Faith it self be lost in Certainty.
To live uprightly then is sure the best,

To save our selves, and not to damn the rest. Dryd. Pal. Arc.
GALES. See Paradise.

The Story of GANY MEDE in Needle-work.

There Ganymede is wrought with living Art,
Chafing thro' Ida's Grove the trembling Hart:
Breathless he seems, yet eager to pursue;
When from aloft descends in open View
The Bird of Jove, and sowsing on his Prey,
With crooked Talons bears the Boy away.
In vain, with lifted Hand and gazing Eyes,
His Guards behold him foaring thro' the Skieş;

And Dogs pursue his Flight with imitated Cries. Dryd. Virg.

GARDEN.

Now did I not so near my Labours End

Strike Sail, and hast'ning to the Harbour tend,
My Song to flow'ry Gardens might extend.
To teach the vegetable Arts, to fing

The Paftan Roses, and their double Spring :
How Succ'ry drinks the running Streams, and how
Green Beds of Partley near the River grow :
How Cucumers along the Surface creep,
With crooked Bodies, and with Bellies deep;
The late Narcissus, and the winding Trail
Of Bears-foot, Myrtle green, and Ivy pale.
For where with stately Tow'rs Tarentum stands,
And deep Galesus soaks the yellow Sands,
I chanc'd an old Corycian Swain to know,
Lord of few Acres, and those barren too;
Unfit for Sheep or Vines, and more unfit to sow.
Yet lab'ring well his little Spot of Ground,
Some scatt'ring Pot-herbs here and there he found;
Which cultivated with his daily Care,

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And bruis'd with Vervain, were his frugal Fare :
Sometimes white Lillies did their Leaves afford,

With wholesom Poppy low'rs to mend his homely Board.

For late returning home, he supp'd at Ease,

And wisely deem'd the Wealth of Monarchs less:

The Little of his own, because his own, did please.

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To quit his Care, he gather'd, first of all,

In Spring the Rofes, Apples in the Fall;

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And when cold Winter split the Rocks in twain,
And Ice the running Rivers did restrain,

He ftripp'd the Bears-foot of its leafy Growth,
And calling western Winds, accus'd the Spring of Sloth.
He therefore first among the Swains was found
To reap the Product of his labour'd Ground,
And squeeze the Combs with golden Liquor crown'd.
His Limes were first in Flow'r, his lofty Pines
With friendly Shade secur'd his tender Vines:
For ev'ry Bloom his Trees in Spring afford,
An Autumn Apple was by Tale restor'd.

He knew to rank his Elms in even Rows,
For Fruit the grafted Pear-tree to difpofe,
And tame to Plums the Sourness of the Sloes.

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With spreading Planes he made a cool Retreat,
To shade Good-fellows from the Summer's Heat. Dryd. Virg.

Bear me, fome God, to Baia's gentle Seats,

Or cover me in Umbria's green Retreats,
Where ev'n rough Rocks with tender Myrtle bloom,
And trodden Weeds send out a rich Perfume.

Where western Gales eternally reside,
And all the Seafons lavish all their Pride:
Bloffoms, and Fruits, and Flow'rs together rife,
And the whole Year in gay Confufion lies.
O bleffed Shades! O gentle cool Retreat
From all th'immoderate Heat

In which the frantick World does burn and sweat:

Where Birds that dance from Bough to Bough,
And fing above in ev'ry Tree,
Are not from Fears and Cares more free,
Than we, who lie, or walk below.

What Prince's Quire of Musick can excel

That which within this Shade does dwell?
To which we nothing pay or give:
Birds, like other Poets, live

Without Reward or Thanks for their obliging Pains:
'Tis well if they become not Prey.
The whistling Winds add their less artful Strains,
And a grave Befe the murm'ring Fountains play.
Nature does all this Harmony below;
But to our Plants Art's Musick too,

The Pipe, Theorbo, and Ghittar we owe;

The Lute it felf, which once was green and mute:

When Orpheus struck th'inspir'd Lute,
The Trees danc'd round, and understood,
By Sympathy, the Voice of Wood.

These are the Spells that to kind Sleep invite,

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