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Some fprigs of that bed
Where children are bred,
Which much you will mend, if
Both fpinnage and endive,
And lettuce, and beet,
With marygold meet.
Put no water at all;

For it maketh things small,
Which left it should happen,
A clofe cover clap on.

Fut this po of § Wood's metal
In a hot boiling kettle,
And there let it be

(Mark the doctrine I teach) About-let me fee

Thrice as long as you preach ¶: So fkimming the fat off, Say grace with your hat off, O then with what rapture Will it fill dean and chapter!

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A RECEIPT for STEWING VEAL. Spring fwells for us the grain,

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Suppofed forrel.

And autumn bleeds the vine.

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RECITATIVE GALATEA.

Ye verdant plains, and woody mountains,
Purling freams, and bubbling fountains,
Ye painted glories of the field,

Vain are the pleasures which you yield;
Too thin the fhadow of the grove,
Too faint the gales, to cool my love.

AIR.

Parfley. Vide Chamberlayne.
Of this compofition, fee the Works of the

This is by Dr. Bentley, thought to be time, Copper-farthing Dean.

or thyme.

Which we fuppofe to be near four hours,

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TRIO.

ACIS, GALATEA, AND POLYPHEME.
ACIS and GALATEA.

The flocks fhall leave the mountains,
The woods the turtle-dove.
The nymphs-forfake the fountains,
Ere I forfake my love.

POLY. Torture! fury! rage! despair!
I cannot, cannot, cannot bear.

ACIS and GALATEA.

Not fhowers to larks fo pleafing,
Nor fun-fhine to the bee;
Not fleep to toil fo eafing

As thefe dear fmiles to me.
POLY. Fly fwift, thou maffy ruin, fly;
Dic, prefumptuous Acis, die.
RECITATIVE,

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"Renew the combat, and our ground maintain; "Foot ftrove with foot, I prone 'extend my breast,

When thus the Calydonian Stream reply'd,
With twining reeds his careless treffes tied;
"Ungrateful is the tale; for who can bear,
"When conquer'd, to rehearse the fhameful"

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"Can mortals then (faid I) with gods com-
pare ?

"Behold a god; mine is the watery care:
"Through your wide realms I take my mazy
way,

Hands war with hands, and forehead forehead
prefs'd.

"Thus have I feen two furious bulls engage, 55
"Inflam'd with equal love, and equal rage;
"Each claims the fairest heifer of the grove,
"And conqueft only can decide their love :
"The trembling herds furvey the fight frona far,
"Till victory decides th' important war. 69
"Three times in vain he ftrove my joints to wreft,
"To force my hold, and throw me from his
breaft;

"The fourth he broke my gripe, that clasp'd him
round,

"Then with new force he stretch'd me on the

ground;

"Close to my back the mighty burden clung, "As if a mountain o'er my limbs were flung. 6

"Believe my tale; nor do I boastful, aim
"By feign'd narration to extol my fame.
"No fooner from his grafp I freedom get,
"Unlock my arms, that flow'd with trickling
fweat,
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"But quick he feiz'd me, and renew'd the ftrife,
"As my exhaufted bofom pants for life:
"My neck he gripes, my knee to earth he
ftrains :

"Branch into ftreams, and o'er the regions ftray: "No forcign guest your daughter's chaims adores, "1 fall, and bite the fand with fhame and paine. "But one who rifes in your native shores. 26 "Let not his punishment your pity move; "Is Juno's hate an argument for love? "Though you your life from fair Alcmena drew,

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Jove's a feign'd father, or by fraud a true. 30 "Choose then; confefs thy mother's honour loft, "Or thy defcent from Jove no longer boaft."

While thus I fpoke, he look'd with stern dis-
dain,

Nor could the fallies of his wrat.. reftrain,
Which thus broke forth; " This arm decides our

right;
"Vanquish'd in words; be mine the prize in
fight !"

"O'er-match'd in ftrength, to wiles and arts

I take,

75 "And flip his hold, in form of fpeckled fnake; "Who, when I wreath'd in fpires my body

round,

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Art thou proportion'd to the Hydra's length, Who by his wounds receiv'd augmented firen th?

"He rais'd a hundred hissing heads in air; 85 "When one I lopp'd, up fprung a dreadful pair. "By his wounds fertile, and with flaughter ftrong,

Singly I quell'd him, and ftretch'd dead along. What canft thou do, a form precarious, prone, "To rouze my rage with terrors not thy own?" "He faid; and round my neck his hands he caft, "And with his ftraining fingers wrung me falt: "My throat he tortur'd, clofe as pincers clafp, In vain I ftrove to loose the forceful grafp. "Thus vanquish'd too, a third form ftill remains,

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95 Chang'd to a bull, my lowing fills the plains. Straight on the left his nervous arms were thrown

"Upon my brindled neck, and tugg'd it down; "Then deep he ftruck my horn into the fand, "And fell'd my bulk along the dufty land. Ico "Nor yet his fury cool'd; 'twixt rage and fcorn, "From my maim'd front he tore the ftubborn horn;

"This, heap'd with flowers and fruits, the Naiads bear,

Sacred to plenty, and the bounteous year." He spoke; when lo! a beauteous nymph ap

pears,

Girt, like Diana's train, with flowing hairs;
The horn he brings, in which all autumn's ftor'd,
And ruddy apples for the fecond board.

Now morn begins to dawn, the fun's bright fire

Gilds the high mountains, and the youths retire;
Nor ftay'd they, till the troubled ftream fubfides
And in its bounds with peaceful current glides.
But Achelous in his oozy bed

Deep hides his brow deform'd, and ruftic head:
No real wound the victor's triumph flow'd. 115
But his loft honours griev'd the watery god;
Yet ev'n that lofs the willow's leaves o'erfpread,
And verdant reeds, in garlands, bind his head.

THE

DEATH OF NESSUS.

THE CENTAUR.

THIS too, thy love, fault wo,

HIS virgin too, thy love, O Nessus, found,

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As the ftrong fon of Jove his bride conveys,
Where his paternal lands their bulwarks raise;
Where from her flopy uru Evenus pours
Her rapid current, fwell'd by wintery showers,
He came. The frequent eddies whirl'd the tide,
And the deep rolling waves all pafs deny'd.
As for himfeif, he ftood unmov'd by fears,
For now his bridal charge employ'd his cares. ro
The ftrong-limb d Neffus thus officious cry'd
(For he the fhallows of the stream had try'd),
Swim thou, Alcides, all thy ftrength prepare ;
On yonder bank I'll lodge thy nuptial care.

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Neffus, to thee I call (aloud he cries);
Vain is thy truft in flight, be timely wife:
Thou monfter double-hap'd, my right fet free,
If thou no reverence owe my fame and me,
Yet kindred fhould thy lawless luft deny.
Think not, perfidious wretch, from me to fly,
Though wing'd with horfe's speed; wounds shall
pursue:

Swift as his words the fatal arrow flew :
The Centaur's back admits the feather'd wood,
And through his breaft the barbed weapon ftool;
Which when, in anguish, through the flesh he
tore,

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From both the wounds gufh'd forth the fpumy gore,

Mix'd with Lernæan venom; this he took,
Nor dire revenge his dying breast forfook.
His garments, in the reeking purple dy'd,
To rouze love's paffion, he prefents the bride. 40

The DEATH of HERCULES.
OW a long interval of time fucceeds,
When the great fon of Jove's immortal
deeds,

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And ftep-dame's hate had fill'd earth's utmost round;

He from Oechalia, with new laurels crown'd
In triumph was return'd. He rites prepares,
And to the king of gods directs his prayers,
When Fame (who falfehood clothes in truth's dif
guife,

And fwells her little bulk with growing lies)
Thy tender ear, O Dejanira mov'd,
That Hercules the fair Iole lov'd.'

Her love believes the tale; the truth fhe fears
Of his new paffion, and gives way to tears.
The flowing tears diffus'd her wretched grief,
Why f ek I thus, from ftreaming eyes, relief?
She cries; indulge not thus the fe fruitlefs cares,
The harlot will but triumph in thy tears;

Let fomething be refolv'd, while yet there's time;

My bed not confcious of a rival's crime.
In filence hall mourn, or lou i complain?
Shall I feek Calydon, or here re nain?
What though ally'd to Meleager s fame,
I boast the honours of a fifter's name?
My wrongs, perhaps, now urge me to purfue
Some defperate deed, by which the weld fhall

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