Canidia, or, The witches a rhapsody, in five parts / by R.D.

CANTO II.

〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉, Aborigines, a Gang Of Terrae Filii, that from the Ground sprang. Since that Descending Generations May draw Lots for true Procreations: As Lybians did for Fathers; so others May as well do the same for Mothers. Filius vulgi, if you come once to Try us, Will come all to one, with Filius Nullius.

〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉, 〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉〈 in non-Latin alphabet 〉. The Common Mother, All can tell; Our private Dames we know not so well. Into Earth surely all are Resolv'd; But after Genealogies in doubts are Involv'd. 'Tis a Wise Son that knows his Dad; He that knows his Mum too is a pretty Lad.

Tantum Confusio suadet Malorum, When Brats can't bring their true Sires before 'um.

He bespatters himself, qui in Coelum spuit, He smothers himself qui in Terram Ruit. Turinus for selling of Smoak, Deserv'd for his Purchase by Vapors to Choak, Orpheus to Boys for being so kind, Was justly murthered by Women-kind. Olympias durst not be counted Joves Whore, For fear Juno should pay her old Score.

Cleomenes had the Art To fly in the Air, as swift as a Dart. Souls sing By the Elysian Fountains, And dance behind the Arabian Mountains. Whist, Geese, forbear to talk; Lambs, keep out of the Foxes Walk. A good Man, they say, is a Common Good; So is the Devil, in a good Mood.

When Castor and Pollux together do shine, Fair Weather Seamen, be merry and Dine: But if single they hap to appear, They are for a Storm, though the Weather be Clear. Facile est addere Inventis, A Fool is seldom Compos Mentis. Ballance the Bottles of the Clouds, Wrap up Borea's Shrouds.

Tell me the express Critical Way, That parts, in a Minute, the Light from the Day. The Snow and the Hail, are envelop'd in Clouds, The Rain is poured through Spouts.

Mazareth measured Time, When old Saturn was in his Prime. Arcturus will prove the Seamans Guide, When Pleiades all in a Cluster Hide. When Sea-men sail against the Wind, Be sure they leave the Devil behind.

Alexander from India wrote To Aristotle, what he had forgot; That in those Regions the Sun Spake Oracles in the Indian and Greek Tongue. But withal, the Ignorant Moon Spake in the Indian Language alone. Observe how Bees swarm in a Cluster, And how Ants in a Mole-Hill Muster.

Once in an Age you may get a Prize, A Venus, by Chance, upon Praenestine Dice. So Virtue by a Lottery comes in, Ten thousand Blanks for a Silver Pin. Neptunes Faith, among the Fables, Approv'd by great Numbers of Votive Tables: But, replies an unlucky Knave, To so many drown'd, how few doth he save? So many Tables, if hung up, I'le be bold, All Neptunes Temples could not hold.