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A Lute the held; and on her Head was seen
A Wreath of Rofes red, and Myrtles green:
Her Turtles fann'd the buxom Air above;
And, by his Mother, stood an Infant-Love:
With Wings únfledg’d; his Eyes were banded

o'èr ;
His Hands a Bow, his Back a Quiver bore,

· [Store. Supply'd with Arrows bright and keen; a deadly

But in the Dome of mighty Mars the Red, With diff'rent Figures all the sides were spread: This Temple, lefs in Form, with equal Grace Was imitative of the first in Thrace: For that cold Region was the lov'd Abode, And Sov'reign Mansion of the Warrior-God. The Landscape was a Forest wide and báre; Where neither Beast, nor Humán Kind repair; The Fowl, that scent afár, the Borders fly, And shun the bitter Blast, and wheel about the Sky. A Cake of Scurf lies baking on the Ground, And prickly Stubs, instead of Trees are found; Or Woods with Knots and Kuares deform'd and Headless the most, and hideous to behold: Cold;

A ratling Tempest through the Branches went, That stripp'd'em bare, and one sole way they bent. Heav'n froze above, severe, the Clouds congeal, And thro' the Crystal Vault appeard the standing

Hail. Such was the Face without, a Mountain stood Threatning from high, and overlook'd the Wood; Beneath the lowring Brow, and on a Bent, The Temple stood of Mars Armipotent: The Frame of burnish'd Steel, that cast a Glare From far, and feem'd to thạw the freezing Air. A streight, long Entry, to the Temple led, Blind with high Walls; and Horror over Head: Thence ifsu'd such a Blast, and hollow Rore, As threaten'd from the Hinge to heave the Door; In, through thatDoor,a NorthernLight there shone; 'Twas all it had, for Windows there were none. The Gate was Adamant ; Eternal Frame! Which hew'd by Mars himself, from Indian

Quarries came, The Labour of a God ; and all along Tough Iron Plates were clench'd to make it strong,

A Tun about was ev'ry Pillar there;
A polisli’d Mirrour shone not half so clear.
There saw I how the secret Fellon wrought, ?
And Treason lab’ring in the Traitor's Thought;

1 And Midwife Time the ripen'd Plot to Murder

brought.
There, the Red Anger dar'd the Pallid Fear;
Next stood Hypocrisie, with holy Lear:
Soft, smiling, and demurely looking down,
But hid the Dagger underneath the Gown:
Th' assassinating Wife, the Houshold Fiend;
And far the blackest there, the Traitor-Friend.
On t'other Side there stood Destruction bare;
Unpunish'd Rapine, and a Waste of War.
Contest with sharpen'd Knives,inCloyíters drawn,
And all with Blood bespread the holy Lawn.
Loud Menaces were heard, and foul Disgrace,
And bawling Infamy, in Language base ; (Place.
Till Sense was lost in Sound, and Silence fled the
The Slayer of Himself yet saw I there,
The Gore congeald was clotter'd in his Hair:
With Eyes halfclos'd, and gaping Mouth he lay,
And grim, as when he breath'd his sullen Soul away.

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In midst of all the Dome, Misfortune fate,
And gloomy Discontent, and fell Debate:
And Madness laughing in his ireful Mood;
And arm’d Complaint on Theft;and Cries of Blood.
There was the murder'd Corps, in Covert laid,
And Violent Death in thousand Shapes display'd:
The City to the Soldier's Rage resignd:
Successless Wars, and Poverty behind:
Ships burnt in Fight, or forc’d on Rocky Shores,
And the rash Hunter strangled by the Boars:.
The new-born Babe by Nurses overlaid;

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And the Cook caught within the Raging Fire he
All Ills of Mars his Nature, Flame and Steel:
The gasping Charioteer, beneath the Wheel
Of his own Car; the ruin's House that falls
And intercepts her Lord betwixt the Walls:
The whole Division that to Mars pertains,
All Trades of Death that deal in Steel for Gains,
Were there: The Butcher, Armourer, and Smith,
Who forges sharpen'd Fauchions, or the Scythe:
The scarlet Conquest on a Tow'r was plac’d,
With Shouts, and Soldiers Acclamations grac'd:

A pointed Sword hung threatning o'er his Head, Sustain'd but by a slender Twine of Thread. There faw I Mars his Ides, the Capital, The Seer in vain foretelling Cæfar's Fall, The laft Triumvirs, and the Wars they move, And Antony, who lost the World for Love. These, and a thoufand more, the Fane adorn; Their Fates were painted ere the Men were born, All copied from the Heav'ns, and ruling Force Of the Red Star, in his revolving Course. The Form of Mars high on a Chariot stood, All fheath'd in Arms, and gruffly look'd the God: Two Geomantick Figures were display'd Above his Head, a * Warrior and a Maid, One when Direct, and one when Retrogade,

Tir'd with Deformities of Death, I haste To the third Temple of Diana chaste; A Sylván Scene with various Greens was drawn, Shades on the Sides, and on the midst a Lawn: The Silver Cinthia, with her Nymphs around, Pursu'd the flying Deer, the Woods with Horns

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Rubeus, and Puella.

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