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and CRITICIS (H orecchiylas
Xenophon, Plutarch. Lucian. Longinus. Tully. Quintilian. Petronius. Horace. Lilius Giraldasi Scaliger. Voffius. Boflu. Rapin. D'acier. St Evremond. Vavafor. Sir Philip Sidney. Dryden. Sir William Temple. Tatler. Spectator. Lord Roscomon. Duke of Bucks. Dennis
Sophocles. Euripides. Menander. Aristophanes Theocritus, Virgil. Lucan. Plautus. Terence. Corneille. Racines Boileau. Tallo. Petrarch. Chaticer. Spencer. Shakefpeas. Fletcher. B. Johnson Milton. Cowley. Wycherley. Otway. Waller. Lee. Addison Congreve.. Garth. Blackmore Rowe. Philips,
A B B O T.
With daily Pray’rs and nightly Watchings faint:
A B B Y.
A BS E N C E
Absence is Hell, whence all true Joys are driven;
Love reckons Hours for Months, and Days for Years And ev'ry little Abfence is an Age. Dyd. Amphic
The tedious Hours move heavily away, And each long Minute feems a lazy Day. Ot. Cai. Mari
For thee the bubling Springs appear') to mourn, And whisp'ring Pines made Vows for thy Return.
blefs Eyes again Then will I own I ought not to complain, Since that sweet Hour is worth whole Years of Pain.
(Rowe's Temerin I charge thee, loiter not, bat haste to blefs me ; Think with what eager Hopes, what Rage I burn, For ev'ry tedious Minute how I mourn: Think how I call thec cruel for thy Stay, And break my Heart with Grief for thy unkind Delay.
(Rowe's Uhr Fly swift, ye Hours, you measure Time for me in 'Till you bring back Leonidas again :
(vain, Be swifter now, and to redeem that Wrong, When he and I are met, be twice as long.
(Dryd. Mar. A-la-mode.
But, absent, if the shines no morez
The Gods themfelves cannot be more ! Roch.
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, boch meeting at one Time :
For both the Boughes do laughing Blossoms beant, And with fresh Colours deck the wanton Prime, And eke at once the heavy Trees they climb,
Which seem to labour under their Fruites Lode ;
Emongst the fhady Leaves, their sweet Abode,
Right in the middeft of that Paradise,
A gloomy Grove of Myrtle-Trees did rise,
But, like a Girloud, compassed the Hight,
That all the Ground with precious Dew bedight,
And, in the thickest Covere in that Shade,
But of the Trees own Inclination made,
And Eglantine and Caprisfole emong, Fashion'd above within their inmost part, (throng, .
That neither Phicebus Beames could through them Nor Æolus, sharp Blast could work them any Wrong.
And all about grew every Sort of Flowre,
Fresh Hyacinthus, Phæbus Paramoure,
Sad Amaranthus, made a Flowre but late ;
Meseemes I fee Amint as wretched Fate,
[Spen. Fairy Lu.
Briarius call'd in Heav'n, but mortal Men below By his terreftial Name Ægeon know. Drød. Hom.
ÆO L U S.
Sends forth the Winds out of his hidden Treasure,
From all four Parts of Heaven do rage full fore,
And all the world confound with wile U prors,
[Spen. Fairy Qu.