Some wish a Husband-Fool, but fuch are curft; (of Bath's Tale. Dryd. The Wife. (Fair Pen. And confcious of your Worth, can never love you lefs. Row.. But ftrait the Sun of Beauty dawns abroad, And all the fair Horizon is ferene. Women, to the brave an eafie Prey, Row.Tamert. Still follow Fortune where the leads the way. Dryd. Pal. &. Art. For Women born to be controul'd, With Tyrant's Force, whofe Law is Will, Whilft her high Pride does scarce defcend To mark their Follies, he would fwear For Women, you know, feldom fail, And bravely fcorn to turn their Backs They wound like Parthians, while they fly, And kill with a retreating Eye; Retire the more, the more we prefs, To draw us into Ambushes. WORD S. Wall. Hud. Hud. Words with the Leaves of Trees Refemblance hold, If Cuftom pleafe, from whom their Force they draw, Which of our Speech is the fole Judge and Law. His Words replete with Guile, Into her Heart too eafie Entrance won. In her Ears the Sound Yet rung of his perfwafive Words, impregn'd And never waken the tempestuous Paffions. WORLD. The World's a stormy Sea, Oldh. Hor. Dryd. Milt. Milt. Row. Fair. Pen. Whofe ev'ry Breath is ftrew'd with Wrecks of Wretches. That daily perish in it. Where folid Pains fucceed our fenfelefs Joys, Row. Amb. Step. And fhort liv'd Pleafures fleet like paffing Dreams. Roch. Valent. The World's a Wood, in which all lofe their Way, Tho' by a different Path each goes aftray. The World's a Labyrinth, where unguided Men, Walk up and down to find their Weariness: No fooner have we meafur'd with much Toil, Rech. One One crooked Path in hope to gain our Freedom, Beau. Night-walker. WORMS. See Creation. His Face and Limbs were one continu'd Wound; Dryd. Virg. Then with a fpeeding Thruft his Heart he found; The luke-warm Blood came rufhing thro' the Wound, And fanguin Streams diftain'd the facred Ground. Dryd. Virg. Scars of Honour feam'd his manly Face. With many a Wound she made her Bofom gay, Her Wounds like Floodgates, did themselves display, Thro' which Life ran in fcarlet Streams away. The yawning Wound Gufh'd out a purple Stream, and ftain'd the Ground. Open'd their ruby Lips. There Duncan lay ; Biac. Lee Nero. Dryd. Virg. Shak. Jul. Caf. His filver Skin lac'd with his golden Blood, Shak. Mach. Old as I am, and quench'd with Scars and Sorrows, Yet could I make this wither'd Arm do Wonders ; And open in an Enemy fuch Wounds, Mercy would weep to look on. They made bare their Breafts, Roch. Valent. Lac'd with long Scars and ftudded o'er with Thrusts, Lee Mithr. He bar'd his Breaft, and fhew'd his Scars, Their manly Bofoms pierc'd with many a griefly Wound. But fome faint Signs of feeble Life appear: The wand'ring Breath was on the Wing to part, Weak was the Pulfe,and hardly heav'd the Heart.Dryd.Pal. Arc. WRETCH. Look who comes here! a Grave unto a Soul: Holding th'eternal Spirit 'gainft her Will, In the vile Prison of afflicted Breath. To be a Dog, and dead, Were Paradife to fuch a State as his; Shak. K. John. He holds down Life, as Children do a Potion, Kk 3 Row. Tamerl Το To know no Thought of Reft, to have the Mind Row. Tamerl. There's not a Wretch that lives on common Charity, Have flept with foft Content about my Head, Yet now muft fall like a full Ear of Corn, (Ven. Pref. Whofe Bloffoms 'fcap'd, but's wither'd in the Rip'ning. An uncouth Feature, meagre, pale and wild; Sate on his Looks: His Face impair'd and worn Then from the Wood there bolts before our Sight, So thin, fo ghaftly meagre, and fo wan, So bare of Flesh, he fcarce resembled Man. This Thing all tatter'd was, fhaggy his Beard: Qtw. Add. Virg. His Cloaths were tagg'd with Thorns, and Filth his Limbs YEAR. (befmear'd. Dryd. Virg. Perceiv't thou not the Procefs of the Year: How the four Seafons in four Forms appear, Then laughs the childish Year with Flowrets crown'd, But no fubftantial Nourishment receives; Proceeding onward whence the Year began; The Summer grows adult, and ripens into Man : With kindly Moisture, and prolifick Heat. Autumn fucceeds, a fober tepid Age, Not froze with Fear, nor boiling into Rage; When our brown Locks repine to mix with odious Grey. Laft Laft Winter fweeps along with tardy Pace ; The ragged Fleece is thin, and thin is worse than bare.Dryd.Ov. The Spring of Life. The Bloom of gawdy Years. Shak. Troil. & Cref. Then, paft a Boy, the callow Down began Sweets that wanton i'th'Bofom of the Spring, Secure thofe golden early Joys, Dryd. Virg. That Youth, unfowr'd with Sorrow, bears; E'er with ring Time the Tafte deftroys, For active Sports, for pleafing Reft, The pointed Hour of promifs'd Blifs, The half-unwilling willing Kifs, The Laugh that guides thee to the Mark. And hides but to be found again, Blac. Cong. Thefe, thefe are Joys the Gods for Youth ordain. Dryd. Hor. In Youth alone unhappy Mortals live; But ah! the mighty Blifs is fugitive: Difcolour'd Sicknefs, anxious Labours come, Dryd, Virg All the good Wine of Life our drunken Youth devours, And Age, and Death's inexorable Doom. Sournefs and Lees, which to the Bottom fink, Remain for latter Years to drink; Untill fome one, offended with the Tafte, (Cowl. The Veffel breaks, and out the wretched Reliques run at last. The Rofe is fragrant, but it fades in time, Dryd. Theos. The Vi'let fweet, but quickly past the Prime. How. Ind. Queen. |