and CRITICIS (H orecchiylas

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A B B O T.
HE pamper'd Abbot too, cries, he's a Saint

With daily Pray’rs and nightly Watchings faint:
His Aorid Looks, his vain Pretence deny,
And his seek Carcass gives his Boa fts the lye :
Soft Beds of Down his wanton Limbs infold,
In Gems he drinks, and eats on burnish'd Gold;
Luxurious Food devours with Priestly Gusto
While poinant Sauces keep alive his Luft..
Luft, Avarice and Sloth, Revenge and Pride,
Are the blesk Virtues of this Saintlike Guide. Anona

A B B Y.
Look with a curious Eye all Europe round,
And fhew one rich, one healthy Spot of Ground,
But there fome Abbing is, or else has been,
And there in Ruins cheir wife Choice is seen.
The Front of Heaven some specious Tale will tell,
But the Back:Gace still opens into Hello

A BS E N C E
Absence to a Lover is sure Death,
His Soul is in her, and so goes away.
VOL. II.

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Absence

ibid.

Absence is Hell, whence all true Joys are driven;
For in her Presence only is his Heaven.

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.
While in divine Panthea's charming Eyes
I view the naked Boy that basking lies,
I grow a God ! fo bleft, so bleft am I,
With sacred Rapture and immortal Joy !

But, absent, if the shines no morez
And hides the Suns that I adore,
Strait, like a Wretch defpairing, I
Sigh, langnifh in the Shade, and die..
Oh ! I were loft in endless Night,
If her bright Prefence frought not Light;
Then I revive, bleft as before :

The Gods themfelves cannot be more ! Roch.
Tor Paffion by long Absence does improve,
And makes that Rapture which before was Love. Step

ADONIS's Garden.
But were it not chat Time their Troubler is,
All that in this delightful Garden grows

Should happy be, and have immortal Bliss :
For here all Plenty and all Pleasure flowes,
And sweet Love gentle Fits amongst them throws

Without fell Rancour, or fond Jealousie ;
Frankley each Paramour his Leman Inows,

Each Bird his Mate ; ne any does envie
Their goodly Merriment, and gay Felicities

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 ;
The while the joyous Birds make their Pastime

Emongst the fhady Leaves, their sweet Abode,
And their true Love, without Sufpicion, cell abrode.

Right in the middeft of that Paradise,
There stood a stately Mount, on whoes round Top

A gloomy Grove of Myrtle-Trees did rise,
Whoes shadie Boughs sharp Steele did never lop,
Nor wicked Beasts their tender Ruds did crop;

But, like a Girloud, compassed the Hight,
And from their fruitfull sides sweet Gumes did drop,

That all the Ground with precious Dew bedight,
Threw forth most dainty Odours, and most sweet

(Delight,

And, in the thickest Covere in that Shade,
There was a pleasant Arbour, not by Art,

But of the Trees own Inclination made,
Which knitting their ranke Branches Part to Part,
With wanton Ivic-twine entaild athwart,

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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,
To which fad Lovers were transform'd of Yore;

Fresh Hyacinthus, Phæbus Paramoure,
And dearest Love ;
Foolish Narcise, that likes the wat'ry Shore'

Sad Amaranthus, made a Flowre but late ;
Sad Amaranthus, in whose purple Göre

Meseemes I fee Amint as wretched Fate,
To whom sweet Poets Verle hath given endless Date.

[Spen. Fairy Lu.
Æ G E O N..
Ægeon, when with Heav'n he strove,
Stood opposite in Arms to mighty fove :
Mov'd all his hundred Hands, provok'd the War,
Defy'd the forky Lightning from afar :
At fifty Mouths his Aaming Breath 'expires;
And Flash for Flash returns, and Fires for Fire:
In his right Hand as many Swords he wields,
And takes the Thunder on as many Shields. Dryd.Virg.

Briarius call'd in Heav'n, but mortal Men below By his terreftial Name Ægeon know. Drød. Hom.

ÆO L U S.
As when Don Æolus, in great Displeasure,
For Loss of his deare Love, by Neptune kent,

Sends forth the Winds out of his hidden Treasure,
Upon the Sea to wreak his fell Intent;
They breaking forth with rude Unruliment,

From all four Parts of Heaven do rage full fore,
And toss the Deeps, and leave the Firmament;

And all the world confound with wile U prors,
As if, in Stead thereof, they Chaos would restore.

[Spen. Fairy Qu.