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Beneath his Breaft defcends a loathfome Beard,
His Mouth a deep polluted Gulf appear'd ;
Whence iffue Sulphur, Smoak, and pois'nous Steams,
With mutt'ring Thunder, and deftructive Flames:
He fpake; all Hell aftonish'd at the Noife

Stood mute, grim Cerberus reftrains his Voice;
Cocytus ftops, the Snakes to Hifs forbear,
[we hear.
While thro' the founding Deep these dreadful Words
Infernal Gods, worthy the Thrones of Light,
And Monarchies of Heav'n, your native Right,
Whom from the Realms of Blifs, your ancient Lot,
The juft, the glorious Cause for which we fought,
With me to this opprobrious Dungeon brought.
Other Success, ev'n he that rules the Skies,
Excepted from our Noble Enterprize:
But unmolefted now he Reigns above,
And us from thence as conquer'd Rebels drove;
From a ferene, and everlasting Day,

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From Stars, and from the Sun's delightfome Ray,
To Shades, and everlasting Night retire,
Nor dare again to those gay Climes afpire.
But I th' Effects of all his Wrath disdain,
'Till one curft Thought exafperates my Pain,
That racking Thought I never can sustain:
I could with Joy in Heav'n refign my Place,
But rage to fee it fill'd with Man's degen' rate Race:
To fee vile Duft exalted to supply

Our once luftrious Stations in the Sky;
And what diftracts me more------

As all too little to our mighty Foe

Appear'd, that he for worthlefs Man could do
The ruin'd Wretches Forfeiture to pay,
He gave to Death his Darling Son a Prey;
Victorious o'er the meagre King, in State
He proudly enters the infernal Gate;
Within my gloomy Confines dar'd to tread,
And here in Scorn his fhining Banners spread
Millions of Captive Souls, our deftin'd Prey,
He led triumphant from the Shades away:

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And, what my Difcontent and Pain renews,
The ancient Enterprize he ftill purfues;
And while we idly here confume the Day,
To him the Afian Empire drops away,
And false Judea fhortly owns his Sway:
Loud Hymns in ev'ry Language to his Name
They fing, and fpread around the World his Fame,
Infcrib'd in Brafs, and lafting Marble, they
His Glory down to future Times convey.
To him alone devoted Flames arise,

And Vows, and Od'rous Incenfe mount the Skies.
No blazing Fire upon our Altar shines,

Neglected ftand our Temples, and our Shrines:
No more with Gifts they crowd our rich Abodes,
Nor fall before us as affifting Gods.

Empty of Human Souls our Regions grow,
While all the Roads of Hell unpeopl'd show
And can we tamely suffer this ?------ And rests
No Spark of ancient Vigour in your Breasts?
Have you forgot when in bright Arms we fhone,
Engag'd with Heav'n, and shook his lofty Throne ?
Our native Vigour, our immortal Flame,
And ardent Thirst of Glory, is the same.
But why, you dear Companions of my Woe,
In pleafing Mischief are you grown so flow?
Loft here in Sloth and Darkness we remain,
While new Allies the profp'rous Christians gain:
Hafte then, with all the Rage of Hell affail
Our dreaded Foes, by Arts or Force prevail;
In all their Solemn Councils raise Diffent,
Ungrounded Jealousies, and Discontent:
Let fome the Slaves of fhameful Paffions prove,
Plung'd in the foft licentious Joys of Love,
And others treach'rously the Caufe decline,
Confound their Army, fink the curft Design.

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To a LADY more Cruel than Fair.

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By Mr. VANBROOK.

HY d'ye with fuch Difdain refuse

An humble Lover's Plea?

Since Heav'n denies you Pow'r to chufe,

You ought to value me.

II.

Ungrateful Miftrefs of a Heart,

Which I fo freely gave;

Tho' weak your Bow, tho' blunt your Dart,
I foon refign'd your Slave.

III.

Nor was I weary of your Reign,

'Till you a Tyrant grew, And feem'd regardless of my Pain,

As Nature feem'd of you.

IV.

When thousands with unerring Eyes
Your Beauty wou'd decry,
What Graces did my Love devise,
To give their Truths the Lie?

V.

To ev'ry Grove I told your Charms,
In you my Heav'n I plac'd,
Propofing Pleasures in your Arms,
Which none but I cou'd tafte.

VI.

For me t'admire, at fuch a rate,
So damn'd a Face, will prove
You have as little Cause to hate,
As I had Cause to love.

AFABLE of a Council held by the RAT S.

ON

NE Rhodilard by Name,
A Cat of wond'r rous Fame,

So many Rats had flain,

Few only did remain :

Those few were lean, and ftarv'd,
And did but feldom eat;

They durft not feek for Meat,
For fear of Rhodilard:

Who pafs'd with ev'ry fober Rat,
More for a Devil, than a Cat.

Now Rhodilard being in Love,
One Day he chanc'd to rove,
To feek his Lady Fair,

On the House Top, or in the Air;
In fhort, fo far he did remove
About that grand Affair,

That the few Rats he left alive,
Would not th' occafion lofe,

But fate in Council close,

To think how they once more might thrive,

Their Reverend Dean, both Grave and Wife, Did very prudently advise

On the Cat's Neck to tye a Bell;

All do agree he counsell'd well;

But the main Point is ftill behind;
The Difficulty was, to find

The means to tie it on:
One frankly own'd he was afraid;
D'ye think me mad? another faid.
They rife, and nothing's done.

T

How many Councils have I seen

Aptly with this compar3d?
Councils of other Note I mean,
Than about Rhodilard;

Where all, while 'tis but to Difputes
Can bravely stand their Ground;
But when it comes to execute,
Not one is to be found.

From AN ACREON.

HAT Niobé to Stone was chang'd,
And Progné like a Swallow rang'd
About the Fields, old Poets tell;
Why might not I transform as well?

Oh! that I might become the Glass,
In which you use to see your Face;
Or if I cou'd be chang'd, my Fair,
Into the Garment that you wear,
The Bath in which your Body fwims,
The Effence that anoints your Limbs,
The Pearls with which your Neck is dreft,
The Steenkirk ty'd upon your Breast:
Nay, I wou'd be your very Shooe,
Still to be trod upon by you.

IN

From OVID.

Summer, and the Heat of all the Day,
At my full Eafe in a large Bed I lay,
One Window shut, t'other half open ftood,
Cafting a gloomy Light, as thro' a Wood;
Such as we ufe to fee when the Sun fets,
Or as the Dawning of the Day begets;
Such we fhou'd ftill afford a blushing Maid,
Whose Bashfulness of greater is afraid.

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