She is the Fountaine of your Modestee:
You shame-fac'd are, but Shame-fac'dnefs itself is fhee.

And next to her fate goodly Sham-fac'dnefs;
Ne ever durft her Eyes from Ground up-reare,.
Ne ever once did look up from her Drefs,
As if fome Blame of Evill he did feare,
That in her Cheek made Rofes oft appear.,

BATCHELOR.

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Th'un marry'd Youth no anxious Cares moleft, No Sorrows difcompofe his peaceful Breaft; His Heart and Thoughts are as his Perfon free, And Pleasure courts him with Variety: With fparkling Wine he oft revives his Soul, And drowns all Trouble in the cordial Bowl: Then finds fome Nymph, who freely yields her Heart, And frives to eafe the faithful Lover's Smart ; Who thinks her Kindness Charm enough to move, And fcorns all other Bonds but thofe of Love.

BATTLE.

All the Plain

Rowe's Callip.

Cover'd with thick embattel'd Squadrons bright,
Chariots, and flaming Arms, and fiery Steeds,
Reflecting Blaze on Blaze, firft met his View:
From Skirt to Skirt a fiery Region, stretch'd
In Battailous Afpect:

Briftled with upright Beams, innumerable,
Of rigid Spears, and Helmets throng'd, and Shields
Various, with boastful Arguments pourtray'd:
The handed Pow'rs of Satan.

The Powers militant,

That food for Heav'n, in mighty Quadrate join'd
Of Union irrefiftible, mov'd on

In filence their bright Legions, to the Sound
Of inftrumental Harmony, that breath'd
Heroick Ardour to advent'rous Deeds,
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Under

Under their God-like Leaders. On they move
Indiffolubly firm: nor obvious Hill,

Nor ftrait'ning Vail, nor Wood, nor Stream divides
Their perfect Ranks; for high above the Ground
Their March was, and the paffive Air upbere

Their nimble Tread.

The Shout

Of Battle now began, and rushing Sound
Of Unfet ended foon each milder Thought.
High in the midst, exalted as a God,

Th' Apoftate in his Sun-bright Chariot fate,
Idol of Majefty Divine, enclos'd

With flaming Cherubim, and golden Shields :
Then lighted from his gorgeous Throne: For now
'Twixt Hoft and Hoft but narrow Space was left,
A dreadful Interval! And Front to Front

Prefented ftood in terrible Array

Of hideous length: Before the cloudy Van,
On the rough Edge of Rattle, e'er it join'd,
Satan, with vaft and haughty Strides advanc'd,
Came tow'ring, arm'd in Adamant and Gold.
A noble Stroke Abdiel lifted high,

Which hung not, but fo swift with Tempeft fell
On the proud Crest of Satan, that no Sight,

No Mt ion of quick Thought, lefs cou'd his Shield
Such Ruin intercept: Ten Paces huge

He back recoil'd, the tenth on bended Knee
His maffy Spear upftay'd. As if on Earth
Winds under-ground, or Waters, forcing way
Sidelong, had pufh'd a Mountain from his Seat,
Half funk with all his Pines. Nor ftood in gaze
The adverfe Legions, nor lefs hideous join'd
The horrid Shock: Now ftorming Fury rose,
Arms on Armour clafhing, bray'd
Horrible Difcord, and the madding Wheels
Of brazen Chariots rag'd; dire was the Noise
Of Conflict: Over Head the difmal Hifs
Of fiery Darts in flaming Vollies flew,

And

And flying vaulted either Hoft with Fire;
So under fiery Cope together rufh'd-
Both Battels main, with ruinous Affault,
And inextinguishable Rage: All Heav'n
Refounded, and had Earth been then, all Earth
Had to her Centre Shook. Deeds of eternal Fame
Were done, but infinite; for wide was spread
The War and various: Sometimes on firm Ground
A standing Fight; Then, foaring on main Wing,
Tormented all the Air: all Air feem'd then
Conflicting Fire.,

Their Arms away fome threw, and to the Hills
Swift as the Lightning Glimpfe they ran, they flew :
From the Foundations loos'ning to and fro,

They pluck'd the feated Hills with all their Load.
Rocks, Waters, Woods, and by the fhaggy Tops
Up-lifting, bore them in their Hands.

Then on their Heads

Main Promontories flung, which in the Air

Came fhadowing, and opprefs'd whole Legions arm'd,
Their Armour help'd their Harm, crush'd in and bruis'd,
Into their Subftance pent. which wrought them. Pain
Implacable, and many a dolorous Groan;

Long ftruggling underneath, e'er they could wind
Out of fuch Prifon.

The reft, in Imitation, to like Arms

Betook them, and the neighbouring Hills up-tore=
So Hills amid the Air encounter'd Hills
Hurl'd to and fro with Jaculation dire,``

That underground they fought in dismal Shade
Infernal Noife! War feem'd a civil Game
To this Uproar; horrid Confusion heap'd
Upon Confufion rofe. Long Time in even Scale
The Battel hung; 'till Satan

Saw where the Sword of Michael fmote, and fell'a
Squadrons at once; with huge two-handed Sway
Brandish'd aloft the horrid Edge came down
Wide wafting: Such Destruction to withstand

He hafted, and oppos'd the rocky Orb

Of ten-fold Adamant, his ample Shield:

A vaft Circumf'rence! Then both addrefs'd for Fight Unfpeakable For like to Gods they feem'd

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Stood they, or mov'd; in Stature, Motion, Arms,
Fit to decide the Empire of great Heav'n,
Now wav'd their fiery Swords, and in the Air
Made horrid Circles: Two broad Suns, their Shields
Blaz'd oppofite: While Expectation ftood

In Horrour. From each Hand with Speed retir'd
Th' Angelick Throng, unfafe within the Wind

Of fuch Commotion; But the Sword of Michael met
The Sword of Satan, and in half cut theer;
nor stay'd,
But with fwift Wheel reverfe, deep entring fhar'd
All his right Side: Then Satan first knew Pain;
And writh'd him to and fro convolv'd; fo fore
The griding Sword with difcontinuous Wound
Pafs'd thro' him.

And now their Mightieft quell'd, the Battel fivery'd,
With many an Inrode gor'd: Deformed Rout
Enter'd, and foul Diforder: All the Ground
With fhiver'd Armour strown; and on a Heap
Chariot and Charioteer lay over-turn'd,

And fiery foaming Steeds: What stood, recoil'd
O'er-wearied, or with pale Fear furpriz'd,
Fled ignominious.

Now Night her Courfe began,

And grateful Truce impos'd,

And Silence on the odious Din of War.

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BEAUTY. Such Beauty was in World was in its prime, firft Father's Time, yet the youthful

While

The mingling Graces of the Sexes met,

Milt.

And full Perfection made the Form compleat;
While Man, yet free from Avarice and Pride,
The Ways of Wickednefs had never.try'd,
Nor warping from the Right, perverfly turn'd afide,

Just Beauties.

Mark how their Statures due Proportion know,
Nor rife too high, nor fink too meanly low;
No meager bony Jaws deform the Face,
Nor puffy Sides the taper Shape difgrace,
But ev'ry Part alike becomes its Place."
Behold how lovely smooth the Forehead fhines,
How milky white the foft Defcent inclines,
How fitly to the fparkling Eyes it joins!
While gaily pleafing they, and fweetly bright,
Fill each Beholder's Heart with dear Delight :
See on the blooming Cheeks, fo freshly fpread,
So duly mixt, the native White and Red;
Mark what full Rofes on the Lips appear,

What Sweets they breathe,what balmy Dew they wear!
But loft and endless were my Pain, to trace
The vaft Infinity of Beauty's Grace.

Why should the Mufe in lavish Numbers fpeak,
The golden Treffes, or the Iv'ry Neck 2

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Why should the bashful Nymph attempt to tell,,
What foft round Globes on rifing Bofoms fwell?
What fecret Charms fince Modefty dentes,
And bars the bold Accefs of wanton Eyes;
Blushing with decent Grace, her Veil the draws,
And shields the Fair from Shame, by Custom's rev'rend
Laws.

Manly Beauty.

Nor do we lefs our manly Beauty boast,
Prov'd often to the love-fick Virgin's Coft.
In either Sex, her Skill Dame Nature shows,
And equally her fairest Gifts bestows.
Mark when the downy Plumes at first begin
To promife early Manhood on his Chin:
How goodly grac'd, the rifing Youth is feen,
His Form how noble, and how great his Mien
From vital Juices well and kindly mixt,
The Conftitution juft and firmly fixt;

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