The English Parnassus, or, A helpe to English poesie containing a collection of all rhyming monosyllables, the choicest epithets, and phrases : with some general forms upon all occasions, subjects, and theams, alphabeticaly digested : together with a short institution to English poesie, by way of a preface / by Joshua Poole.

M.

Mad.

FIt to drink good store. Of pure unmix'd, brain-purging Hellebore. Frantick like those, VVhich in the Orgies tread the frantick round, Such was Agave, when in pieces she Tore her son Pentheus: So Athamas and Ino when the Snakes Crawl'd in their bosoms. Scarce Master, Mistresse, of his, her wit, Like a bull, By hornets stung, whom scratching brambles pulll The soul eclips'd, Like mad Grestes of his wits bereft, Or Dido when Aeneas had her left, Such fury as possess'd Phemonoe at Appius request, Like those whom Bacchus hath inspir'd, And touching with the vinie staffe hath fired Their bosomes—heav'd from off the hinge Of his right reason, un••un'd and jarring senses, The Furies and distempered phantasie. Like one of Bacchus frantick, ••aging Nuns,

Or like a Tartar, when in strange disguise Prepar'd unto a dismal sacrifice. From reasons center straid. Passion did invade Reasons coole seas, and there prevailing made A strange distraction. Many degrees beyond the power of Hellebore.

Magick. v. Charmes. Witch. Man.

The worlds Epitome. The mortal Angel. That worme of five foot long. The food of wormes and times devouring rust. That heap of Atomes which with blood Nature hath kneaded into solid flesh. That litle world of living clay. Spark of heaven. Inch of living earth. Natures Epitome. Manual. Quintessence, model of nature. Walking tree with the rootes upward. Moving, walking, compacted dust, The worlds abridg••ment. The manual of Gods glory. The worlds contracted summe. The litle All. The joynt patentee, With smooth-fac't Cherubins. Whose first estate, Heaven copied from himself. In whose frame the great Three-one advis'd, And with a studied hand epitomiz'd The large, volumnious and perfect story Of all his works. In whose soul the all eternal drew The image of himself for earth to view, With fear and wonder, in whose soveraign eye, He breath'd the flames of dreadful majesty.

Manifest.

Whose clearnesse excludes it from all controversie. Unquestioned verity. That needs no dispute. Writ by the sun beams in the open light. Which he that runs may read. Which even the blind may see. Which all must see that do not shut their eyes.

Many.

Like casting bees in swarmes. Like dancing atomes on a ••••ramers d••y.

As candid pellets in congeaIed rain. Than Autumnes ears far more, Or leaves of trees, or sands on Neptunes shore, Unnumbered motes that in the sun do, play, When at some cranny with his peircing eye, He peepeth in some darker place to spie, Are not so many. More. Than there are sands upon the Lybian shore. More than the welkin poures Of candid drops upon the ears of corne, Before that Ceres yellow locks are shorne. Numbers that the stars outrun, And all the Atomes of the sun. Able to pose Arithmatick. As wandring Atoms in the empty skie, He that can number in November, all The wither'd leaves that in the forrest fall, He that can number all the drops in showers Which Hyads, Pleiads, moist Oryon powers, May count, &c. Past stars in number, or those sands that spread The vast seas bottom. Almost arriving to an infin••ty, bordering upon infinity▪ So multiply, That they mock the envying skie. Too large for all Arithmatick. Mount Gargarus hath not so many stems, You may first count Cenyphia's ears of corne, Or how much sweet Thyme Hybla doth adorne, How many birds cut the aire with their wings, How many fishes through the seas do swim, B••fore you number, &c. The flowers in spring time thou maiest sooner tell, Or Autumnes apples, or the snow that fell, Than, &c. More ears of ripe corne grow not in the fields, Nor half so many boughs the forrest yeilds, So many green leaves grow not in the wood, Nor swim so many fishes in the flood, So many stars in heaven you cannot see. As, &c.—Like trooping ants, In pl••nty hoarding for the time of want, More leaves the forrest yeilds not from the trees,

More beasts the Alpes breed not, nor Hybla bees. Nor are those billowes more, That proudly justle the Carpathian shore. Like cloudy threaves Of busie flies, when summers golden vailes Enrich the fields and milk bedewes the pales, As many they employ As Agamemnon once brought ships to Troy, Not Hybla's mountains in the jocund prime, Upon her many bushes of sweet thime, Showes greater number of industrious bees. Th••n, &c. The p••ety litle king, Of honey people in a sun-shine day, Leads not to field in o••derly aray, More busie buzzers. Swarme, tide of people. Which surmount T••e language of Arithmaticks account. Abound Like blades of grasse, the cloth the pregnant ground. Nor a••e in numbe•• more, The sands whereon the rolling billowes roare.

March. v. Spring.

The moneth that bears the warriours name. When first the sun Peeps through the hornes of the celestial Ram. That from his golden saddle Helle threw, And drown'd her in the sea, that bears her name. Making the dayes and nights of equal length.

Marke. v. to Looke.

To view with an observing eye. As jealous of the object.

Marriage. To Marry.

The nup••ials. The nup••ial solemnity. The Genial sheete. The tedious Ceremony. Love and Hymen urge the nuptial bed, The sacred fires with rich perfumes are fed, The house hung round with garlands every where, Melodious harps and songs salute the eare, When with nuptial kisse they smother Growing flames in one another. The unslipping kno••. The nuptial twine,

The g••rlands on the marriage doore were worne, The linnen fillets did the posts adorne, The b••idal tapers shone, the bed on high, With ivory steps, and gold imbroidery, The matron in a towred crown that led The bride, forbid her on the threshold tread, The yellow vaile cover'd her face to hide The fearful blushes of the modest bride. Coupling Hymen, with his nuptial bands, And golden fette••s, had conjoyn'd their hands, The garland made, the bridal chamber drest, And jolly welcome had to every guest, Expos'd the bounty of the marriage feast, Wedlock had coupled their espoused hands. The Muses have consulted with the G••aces, To crown the day, and honour their embraces; Hymen begins to grumble at delay, And Bacchus laughs to think upon the day, The Virgin tapers, and what other rites Do appertain to nuptial delights, Are all prepa••'d—Hymen attends The noble paire, and is prepar'd to yoke T••eir promis'd hands, the sacred altars smoke With my••••h and frankincense, the wayes are strow'd, With Flora's p••ide, and the expecting crowd. Hymon spend all thy torches on this night. The God that sings His holy numbers over marriage beds, H••th knit their h••arts and hands. Marriage is l••ke rose water in a Christal glasse. More st••ings to make better musick. Bondage knit in love knots. The Antidote for lust. Mariage, which two doth so unite, That they are both but one Hermaphrodite. Modest Hymen shakes his torch. And chast Lucina smiles. The sacred Gordian knot. When maids must change their virgin state and name. The kno•• tied with the ••ongue, and not to be unloosed with the teeth. The bridal captives.

Two mutual souls to link in sacred chains. And with our tongues wee'l tie a Gordian knot. To put a free neck to the yoke of love. Chaining with holy charmes their willing hands, Whose hearts are linkt in loves eternal bands, The morning night dismaskes with welcome flame, When Jun••, Venus, and free Hymen came To grac•• the marriage. The pallace rung with our confused joyes. They Hymen sing, the alters fume with flames. ••••e maid now marriageable, honoured With her nuptial bed. To make a nuptial paire. The nuptial torch doth light him to the bed of &c. Hymen puts on his saffron weeds. To bind his soul in Hymens knot. The reverend man by magick of his praier, Hath us'd such cha••mes that now they are Contracted into one, the holy lights, Smile with a chearful lust••e on their rites. Hymen weares His brightest robes, where some fam'd Persian shall Work with the wonder of her needle all. Toe nuptial ••oyes.

v. Epithalamium. Martyr.

••••e joyful martyr springs into the flame, As fearful to escape that death. Confi••ms his faith, sealing it with his blood. With a triumph••nt patience he bears His welcome death, Courring the flame, Me••ting the fire with a kind embrace. M••unted to heaven up in a coach of fire. Whose head in heaven shall wear eternal crownes. T••u••hs bone-fires.

Mars. v. War.

T••e furious God. Wars vermillion God. H•• that rules in deeds of armes. That supples earth with blood. Armes potent patron. The president of war. ••••ther of great Romulus. ••••ves warlick son. Bellona's raging brother: Whose musick is the drum,

The trumpet, guns, and shrieks of dying men. That with unpartial sithe, Mowes down whole fields of men. The Cuckold making God. Venus bold champion. He whom unto the Gods, the sun betraid As in the nets with Venus caught he laid.

Maske.

The silken cloud. Beauties artificial clouds. T••e cloud, that under it an heaven of beauty shroud, T••e vaile that hinders the quick, busie the eye From reading ore the face. Beauties defence, vaile of deformitie.

May, v. Spring, Flowers.

When the E••sterne morne, Doth with her summer robes the plaines adorne, And hangs on every bush a liquid pearle. Triumphant month. T••e gaudy Queene. Whose early breaking day Calls Ladies from their easie beds to view, Sweet M••ia'•• pride, and the discoloured hiew Of dewie brested Flora. Who from her green lap throwes The y••llow cowsl••p, and the pale primrose. The month that doth inspire, Mir••h and youth, and wa••me desire, Woods and groves are of her dressing, Hill and dale doe boast her blessing.

Medea.

That great enchantresse which once took such paines To force young blood in Aesons withered veines, And from groves, mountains, h••lls and moorish fenns, Us'd all the hea••bs o••dain'd for th' use of men, And in the powerful potion, that she makes, Puts blood of men, of birds, of beasts, of snakes. The Colchion Queen. Jasons deserted wife. She that the ••aste to stay Of her p••rsuing father, in the way Strow'd her torne brothers limbs. Helpt by whose charmes, Jason brought once to Greece, The we••lthy purchase of the golden fleece, v. Ovids Metam. lib. 7.

Medusa.

The snake-hair'd mother of the winged steed. The sterne eyed Gorgon which could turne to stone All that her view'd. Whose ho••rid shape Perseus did safely eye In his bright Targets clear refulgencie, Her gastly head he from her shoulders took Ere heavy sleep, her and her snakes forsook, And thence Chrysaor and his winged brother, Sprung from the blood of their new slaughtered mother. Whose passing beauty was the only scope Of mens affections, and their onely hope; Yet was not any part of her more rare (So say they that have seen her) than her haire, Whom Neptune in Minerva's fane comprest, Joves daughter, with the Aegis on her brest, Hid her chast blushes, and due vengeance takes, By turning of the Gorgons hairs to snakes.

Melancholy.

Whose armes infolding tie A drowsie knot upon his carelesse breast. Whom inward melancholy hath made weary Of the worlds ey••s. So retired and solitary, as if his only comfort were the want of a comforter. Hands indented one with another. Onely rich in unfortunate remembrances, to whose heart even trifling n••i, fortunes come. To make up the roll of a griev'd memory. Speaking by piecemeales, as if the tempest of passion unorderly blew out his words. As melancholy as a gyb'd cat, as a lodge in a warren, as a snaile, as an hoblouse, or a lug'd bear. G••ven ••v••r to silence and sadn••sse. Sorrow is made by custome so habitual, 'Tis now part of his nature.

Melancholy, the worst natural parasite, whosoever feeds him, shall n••ver be rid of him.

With his hat like a penthouse ore the shop of his eyes, and his arms a crosse his thin bellied doublet, like a rabit on a spit, sitting like patience on a monument, smiling at griefe.

That surly spirit, That bakes the blood; and makes it grosse and thick. Dropping his tears upon one place, As if he meant to fret himselfe a grave. Drooping like over-ripened corne, Hanging the head at Ceres plenteous load, Fixing his eyes upon the sullen earth. That looks on all things as the history of Japan, or the affaires of another world. All whose pleasure is dependant Upon exteriour divertisements. One fallen cut with the world, and therefore resolves to be reveng'd of himself. Fortune hath denied him in som••thing, and he takes pet, and will be miserable in spite.

An arch enemy to an hatband. He is much displeased to see men merry, and wonders what they can find to laugh at.

He never drawes his lips above a smile, and frownes wrinke him be∣fore forty. Loathed melancholy of Cerberus and blackest midnight borne.

Melt.

The pliant wax melts not before the fire, With such submission, nor the grassie spire, Crusted with ice, before the thawing ray Which Phaebus darts, when he divides the day Into its equal halfes. Like wax before the scorching flame. Or snow before the sun. Like waxen statues which the witches frame, When they are roasted by the charmed flame, Like melting bullets by the slinger cast. Melts away Like ice before the suns dissolving ray, As floods which frosts in ••cie fetters bind Thaw with the approaching sun, or southern wind. So the Hyme••••••an wax Relents with heat, which cha••ing thumbes reduce To pl••ant formes.

Memory.

The eyes true register. The peasants booke. Times wealthy treasurer. Warder of the brain. The souls stomach. Treasure house of the mind. Mother of the Muses, Mother of experience. The souls exchequer.

Merhhants.

Sons of Avarice who but to share ••••certain treasure with a certain care, ••••mpt death in the horrid Ocean. That proudly plough the troubled Maine. That climbe steepe mountains for the sparkling stone. ••••rcing the center for the shining oare, And the Oceans bosome to rake pearly sands. Cr••ssing the torrid and the frozen zone. ••idst rocks, and swallowing gulfes for gainful trade. The embarked traders on the floods. Who by trading claspe the ••sland to the continent, and ••••••k one country to another. Those excellent Cardiners, making their own country ••••ing forth all things. Deceitful merchants take a mans purse, and never bid him stand.

Mercurie.

Joves son of fulgent Pleias bred. Joves winged pursui••ant. Atlantiades. The God that bears the drowsie rod. Cyllenius, The winged legate of the Gods. Joves winged Herald, Embassadour. Ma••a's cra••ty son. He that swaies the Caduceus. Pleion••'s N••phew. Heavens verger. The faithful messenger to Joves designes. Heavens considerate spie. The Argus-killing God. The crafty God that bears the rod of gold. The quaint tongu'd issue of great Atlas race. Heavens pursurvant whose brawny armes extend The wing'd Caduc••us. Great Atlas daughters son. The interpreter of the Gods. He that some ghosts do call from hell, And others drives unto that darksome cell. W••th winged feet that traceth through the aire.

Merry. v. Glad. Joy,

I do not feele the weight of clay about me: I am all aire, or of some quicker element. I have purg'd out all that was earth about me, And walk as free a soul as in the separation, O••e whose heart stands on the wind side of care. Never sad, but when she sleeps, and that is oft, too, broke with laughing.

Meteors. Comets.

That play their fiery friscolls in the aire. The glozing meteors in a starry night, Prankt with the bristles of anothers light.

Milke.

The infants wine. The whiter blood. Te nectar of the dugge.

Milkey way.

By which the Gods resort Unto th'Almighty Thunderers high Court, With ever open doores on either hand, Of nobler dei••ies the houses stand, The vulgar dwell disperst; the chief and great In front of all their shining mansions sheate. The star-enam••l'd Galaxie. Heavens Watling street. Hevens regent walks Fram'd of many namelesse stars. The milke which gusht from Juno's Whiter breast, In heaven that splendent pa••h, and circle drew, From whence the name, as erst the colour grew, And troops of unseen stars there joyne their light, And with united splendour shine more bright, And souls of Heroes from their bodies freed, Exchanging earth for heaven, their vertues meed, Shine in that orbe, their proper place of rest, And live Aehereal lives, of heaven possest.

Minerva. v. Pallas. Bellon••.

Wars angry Goddesse. Joves fierce girle appears With a faire hand, but weilding of a spear. Joves daughter, wi••h th' Ae••is on her breast. That turn'd the Gorgons haire to snakes, And then to make her enemies afraid, Bore in her shield the serpents which she made. Tritonian maid. Inventresse of the olive, and a verse•• B••stonian Virago.

Minotaure.

The Cretan monster. That uncouth prodigie, half man, half beast. The mothers foul adultery discry'd. M••nos resolves his marriage shame to hide In multitudes of roomes perplext and blind, The worke ••'••xcelling Daedalus assign'd. Which sence distracts, and errour leads a maze

Through subtle ambages of sundry wayes, ••s Ph••ygian Meander sports about, The flowry vales now winding in now out, ••self incounters, sees what follows guids, His streams into his Springs, and doubling slides To long mock'd-Seas. Pasiph••'s beastly Love. ••age devouror of th' Athenian youth, Whose death was the Seas glory.

Minutes.

Times youngest children which divide the day, And with their number measure out the year. In various seasons. A••omes of time. Toose bits of time. Thrumbs, shreds, rags of time.

Miracle. v. Admirable. Miserable. v. Lamentable

That tread The mazes of perplexed misery. A living Corse. Level'd with low disgrac'd calamity. A multitude of walking grio••s, too sad a weight For reason to endure. There is not in the compasse of the light A more unhappy creature. Affliction is enamour'd on her parts, And she is wedded to Calamity. The May-game of the fates. As if thought by fortune fit onely to be made the Spectacle of miserie. Whose heart is nothing but a stage of Tragedies. Time seemed to forget her, bestowing no one hour of comfort up∣on her. Without any comfort or easement, but when the stars breath'd for a greater misery. Ripe misery had her harvest in him. The triumph of the hatefull destinies. Miserable below the reach of pity. In a state s••nk beneath the fear of a greater misery, Th•• fittest object for that poor comfort of calamity, pity. Never could any misery more justifie a vehement compassion. Enough to have taught sorrow to the gladdest thoughts, and have en∣••••ved it in the minds of hardest mettals. Misery enough to justifie excessive sorrow.

One whom the Fates have markt to be A feeler of th' extreams of miserie, A soul bruis'd with adversity. Groaning under the sad load of woes, Where life hath no more interest but to breath. Such misery As might have sprinckled even the gods with tears, And make the Stoick leave his Principles.

Such misery as one would make a conscience to punish patri••••¦cides with, Who cannot look

Beyond the prospect of consuming grief. Shipwrackt on the sea of his own tears, by the wind of his own sighs▪

There is nothing can sooner make a worker of miracles, see that there is something impossible for him to do than my ill fortune,

Whose torments should men see, He had no mercy, that could wish for me A dayes breath more,

All the happinesse he hath, is the security his bad fortune hath wrought him, which lightly cannot be made worse.

He need not fear that any bad successe, Can bring him to more pitied distresse, Whose thread is spun Of black and dismall wooll, Even beasts had th••y but reason for to see, And know her grief would mourn her misery, Than whom there's nothing can inferiour be, As if high heaven had laid some strict command Upon each star, some plague on her to pour, whole heaven against us have conspired, Or in our troubles they had else been tired, The powers have made a vow, Up to that height my sorrows to advance, That before mine all miseries shall bow, That all the sorrows mortals can surmise, Shall fall far short of my least miseries, Earth, which griefs onely animate. Misery is witty in our plagues, whose misery is grown to such an height, As make the earth groan to support its weight. Cloath'd in misery. The abstract of all misery. Whose storms of woe so mainly have beset her, She hath no place for worse, nor hope for better.

That tread •• Labyrinth of woe without a thread, Whose grief like to Medusa's head makes all, That hear it to a flinty substance fall, ••••d work▪ such patience as none repine •••• any grief, except as great as thine. Whose misery none can make known •••• in the depth of his must lose his own, Whose comfort is, (if for him any be;) That none can show more cause of grief than he, Most wretched creature ev••r eye Beheld, or yet put on mortality. Clouded with woes fortunes foot-ball, tennis ball, A pitied subj••ct even to enemies, Malice could not wish greater misery. A Text fittest for grief to comment on.

Modest.

Whose Cheeks blush, As if modesty it self lay there wi••hin a bed of corall, Bright beams of beauty streamed from her eye, And in her cheek sat maiden modesty.

A far finer man than he thinks on, that confutes his commenders, giving reasons to think they are mistaken, and is angry if they do not believe him, a bawdy jest shall more shame him than a bastard another, and if you take him by his look, he is guilty.

Modesty, that cumbersome familiar of woman-kind. Her motion blusht at it self.

When dishonesty comes near her ear, wonder stops it out, and saves vertue the labour.

Monk. v. Anchorite. Moon.

Nights horned Queen. The silver-fronted star. The Suns pale sister. The cold crescent. Nights gloomy patronesse. The Mistris of the Skies. Cynthia darts her borrowed rayes. Phoebus dark sister. The cold Queen of night. Regent of humours. The mother of the moneths. The lowest Planet. Bright Cynth••a's Carre, Throne. The pale fac'd Emperesse of the night.

That common Calendar. Universall Almanack. The Queen of stars, Titans bright daughter. That sits upon the silver Throne; And holds the reins of darknesse gloomy Coach, Nights gloomy Charioter. The Soveraign b••••uty of the night. Faint light through duskie clouds sad ••ynthia gave, Night wandering and pale wat••y star, Whom yawning Dragons draw in thirling Carres, From Latmus Mount up to the gloomie skie, Where crown'd with blazing light and Majesty, She proudly sits. Nights forked Queen. Endymions fair mistris. The monthly horned Queen. The unconstant Lady of the night, Which from the wave embatteled shrowds, Opening the West comes streaming through the clouds. With shining Troops of silver tressed stars Attending on her as her torch bearers, And all the lesser lights about her Throne, With admiration stand as lookers on, Whilst she alone in height of all her pride, The Queen of light along her sphear doth glide, The pale fac'd Lady of the black-ey'd Night, That tips her sharpned horns with borrow'd light. The fair directresse of the night, the silver Planet. The curious train of spangled Nymphs attire, Her next nights glory with encreasing fire, Each Evening addes more glory and adorns The growing beauty of her grasping horn, She sucks and draws her b••others golden store, Untill her glutted orb can suck no more. Nights bashfull Empresse, which doth often wain, Yet oft repents her darknesse, primes again, And with her circling horns doth re-embrace, Her brothers wealth, and orbs her silver face, The still Commandresse of the silent night, Phoebus pale sister, which strikes her silver horns quite Through the clouds. The lowest of Celestial bodies, And darts a beam upon nights swarthy face. Great Queen of shadows, governesse of floods. Cynthia seated in her silver chair.

The Moon at full thought no scorn to be torch-bearer to a great∣ter beauty, guiding her steps whose motions bare a mind that bore in it self more stirting motions.

••hat with long beams the shamefac'd night arrayes.

Full Moon.

The moon doth join ••er growing horns, and with replenish'd shine ••e views the earth, ••hen in a silvver orb her horns unite.

Space of Moneths.

••o times her roundles Phoebe had compleat, Seven times had Phoebe from her wain ••ith Phoebus fire fill'd her horn again ••ith joyned horns 2, 3, 4 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. Moons their orbs had filled. ••, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. Crescents now had made their orbs compleat, Their growing horns unite, ••nd had as oft withdrawn their ••eeble light. ••, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. Aged Moons grew young. ••, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. Crescents had full displaid ••eir joyning horns repleat with borrowed flame, ••e twice the Moon her shining Crescents fill, Thrice had the Queen of night Shifted her robes, and chang'd her horny light, ••re Phoebe thrice twelve times have fill'd her horns. Thrice hath the pale fac'd Empresse of the night, ••ent in her chaste increase, her borrowed light, To guide the vowing marriner. Seven times had Cynthia fill'd her wained light, The tenth moneth was in her bright Chariot thron'd Before the moons sharp horns were twice grown round, Unti••ll seven Moneths had gain'd and lost their fire, When as the fair directresse of the night, Had thrice three times repair'd her waining light. T••e horned Moon three courses did expire, T••••ice three times had the Soveraign of the night, Repair'd her empty horns with borrow'd light. Bright Cynthia's head had three times thrice ••epair'd the empty horns and fill'd the eyes Of gazing mortals with the Globe of light. Twice six moneths have run Their tediou•• courses. Thrice had the Moon renew'd her wained pride.

Moore. v. Aethiopian. Morning.

••y in its cradle, day in its swathing clouts,

Infant day, day new hatcht from the shell. The day in dressing. The Infancy of day. The bloom, the bud of day. The blooming light buds from the blushing East. Day new apparrelled. Thy Morn with pearls of dew bedecks the plains. The prime of springing day. Nonage of the day. The Maidenhead of day. Pupillage of day. The eldest daughter of the light. Aurora rides And throws the light from off her Saffron wh••els, The wakefull morning from the East displayes Her purple doors, and odoriferous bed, With plenty of dew-dropping Roses spread. Clear Lucifer the flying stars doth chase, And after all the rest resigns his place. Early Sun-shine. Now the bright morning star, dayes harbenger Comes dancing from the East. When Titan saw the dawning ruddy grew, And how the Moon her silver horns withdrew, He bad the light-foot hours without delay, To joyn his steeds. The Goddesses obey. Who from their lofty mangers forthwith led His fierie horses with Ambrosia fed. The humid night Beyond th' Hesperian vale hath tane her flight: Aurora's splendor re-enthrones the day, Aurora doth her dapple cheeks display, And from the East doth usher in the day, When aged night Aurora's blushes fled, When from th' approaching morn the stars withdrew And that the Sun had drunk the scorched dew, Lucifer displayes Aurora's blush, and she Apollo's raies, The dewie confines of the night and day. When gray Aurora now had vanqu••sht night, When Sol had rais'd his beams above the flood, Now Lucifer exalts the day, to hell Old night descended. Day sprung, and mountains shone with early beams The morning night dismasks with welcome flame.

Now Lucifer awakes The dewit morne. The time, when light the gloomy nigh•• invades. B••ight Lucifer his taper showes, The harbenger of day; T••••'enlightned world resignes to Phaebus sway. That time the light Begins his triumph ore the vanquisht night. Aurora now begins to creepe Out of her easterne cradle. Already in the ruddy east B••ight E••ycina with the beaming crest, Calls up Aurora. The day the suns bright son, Now awake doth first discover Mountain t••p•• new g••lded over With his ruddy raies thereon; Then Aurora richly dight, In an azure mantle faire, Fring'd about with silver bright, Pearl dews droping through the air. Hung the gate with golden tissues. Where Hyperio••'s chariot issu••s About the houre when the heavenly teame Begins her golden progresse from the east. The dawne scarce drew the curtains of the east. The dawne usur pes upon the night. What time the sun first gilds th'Horizon with his radiance. Blushing Aurora sweetly peeping out, Chides in the stars. The sun begins to suck His early balme, and Iland spices. The glory of the next dayes light, Had chac't the shadowes of the tedious night. The darknesse flies, and light is hurld Round about the silent world. When the shrill cock proclaims the infant day▪ The day begins to disclose his comfortable beauties. The rosie morning drawes away The sable curtain, and lets in the day. Like Venus rising from a sea of jet. When as the sh••dy gloome Doth give the day her roome. T••e rising sun Doth shew the victory that he hath won

Of cloudy night. The houre when we might Not speak a falshood, if we call'd it night, The morning having dispossest the night, Makes the skie wear her livery of light. The pale-fac't empresse of the night Hath resurrender'd up her borrow'd light. And early Hesper shoots his golden head, To usher Titan from his purple bed. When dewie cheek't Aurora's purple die, Dapples the beauty of the morning skie. Aurorora doth display Her golden locks, anu summons up the day. Titan heaves up his head, From off the pillow of his saffron bed. Titan now ready for his journal race, Hath rows'd his dewie locks and rosie face, Enricht with morning beauty. Phaebus hath now upheav'd his golden head, From the soft pillow of his sea-green bed, And with his rising glory hath possest The spatious borders of th' enlightned east. Gray lines do fret the clouds, the messengers of day. The winking Mary buds ope their golden eyes. The rising, breaking light. The stars are vanquisht by the mornings flame. The morning sun erects his beames, And rarifies the earth with peircing gleames, Lady of light, the rosie fingred morne. Sol with his face new wash't in cleansing waves, Enchac't the skies. The new fir'd sun Strikes the broad fields. The chearful Lady of the light, Clad in her saffron robe, Disperst her beams through every part Of th' enflowred globe. The mornings beauty now had glaz'd the skie. The rosie morne holds out her silver light, Now drew the suns bright steeds light from the hills. When Phaebus fiery carre Threw darkenesse of its wheels, When now the thirsty sun drank up the stars. When light doth shew

Her silver forehead, Aurora rose from her lov'd Tithons bed. Fair Nymph, whose chast and fragrant beauties run A course that honours and prevents the sun; 'Tis thou that breaking through th' enlightned ••ire, Com'st first abroad, and shakst day from thy haire. Aurora rose, And from her orient tresses threw the light, The morning sitting in a throne of gold, Surva••d the earth. The early riser with the rosie hands. Soon as the white and red mixt fingred dame Had gilt the mountains with her saffron flame. Now the next mornings light sprang from the east; And Sols bright raies the dewie shades dec••east. Sols puffing steeds begin to breath out day From their inflamed nostrils. The modest morne on earths vast zone, The gladsome day doth re••enthrone. The spring of day Bloom'd from the east. The dawning gray, The ensigne of a glorious day. The morne doth look out of her eastern gates, portalls▪ Casements, chiding the stars to bed. When the next day had with his morning light Redeem'd the East from the dark shades of night, And with his golden raies had over spread, And all the neighbour hills embroydered. When the next morning had renew'd the day, And the early twilight now had chac't away The pride of night, and made her lay aside Her spangled robes. The lily-handed morne Saw Phaebus stealing dew from Ceres corne. The mounting lark, dayes herald got on wing, Bidding each bird choose out their bough to sing. By this had Chantecleere the village clock, Bidden the goodwife for her maids to knock, And the swart plowman for his breakfast staid, That he might till the lands which fallow laid, The hills and vallies here and there resound With the re-ecchoes of the deep-mouth'd hound;

Each shepheards daughter with her cleanly paile Was come a field, to mi••ke the mornings meale, The bees were not got out, nor scaly frie, Beg••n to leap, and ca••ch the drowned flie. Aurora Kisseth the perfum'd cheeks of dainty Flora, The sun our Hemispheare hath repossest, The early rising lark sings up the ploughman. The Muses friend Gray ey'd Aurora ye•• Held all the meadowes in a cooling sweat, The milk-white Gossamores not upward snow'd, Nor was the sharp and useful steering goad, Laid on the strong-neck'd oxe, no gentle bud, The sun had dryde, the cattel chew'd the cud, Low levell'd on the grasse, no flies quick sting Info••c'•• the stone horse in a furious ring, To tear the passive earth, nor lash his taile About his buttocks, yet the s••••my snaile M••ght on the wainsco••, by his many mazes, Winding Meanders, and self-knitting traces Be follow'd, where he stuck his glittering slime Not yet w••pt off, it was so early time, The careful smith had in his sooty forge K••ndled no coale, nor did his hammer urge His neighbours patience, owles abroad did fly, And day as then might plead its infancy. The morne came out with sandals gray. Eous and his fellowes in the teame, (Who since their watring in the westerne streame, Had run a furious journey to appease The night-sick eyes of our Antipodes.) Now sweating were in our horizon seen To drink the cold dew from each flowry green. The morning now in colours richly dight, Stept ore the easterne thresholds. The day, drew from the earth her pitchie vaile away And all the flowry vales with carrols rung, That by the mounting la••ke were shrilly sung, The duskie mists rise from the ch••ystal floods, And da••knesse no where raign'd, but in the woods, The chast morne all her beauty now discloses, Ou••-bl••shing all the emulating roses,

When the cock with lively d••n S••atters the reare of darkness•• thin, Of lis••ining how the hounds and horne, ••learly rouse the slumbering morne. The ruddy horses of the rosie morne O•••• of the easterne gates had newly borne, Their blushing Mistresse in her golden chaire, Sp••eading new light throughout o•••• Hemispheare. The Lyrick larkes practise their sweetest strain, A••ror••'s early blush to entertain. The day star late sunk in the Ocean bed, Do••h now again repai••e his drooping head, And tricks his bea••s, which with new spangled ore, Flame in the for••head of the morning skie. The day out of the Ocean main Began to peep above this earthly masse With pea••ly dew sprinkling the mountain grasse. The shining morne bewrays unto the gloomy world her face Before the lamp of light. Above the earth upreard his flaming head. When the ra••he morning newly now awake, S••arce with fresh beauty furnished her brow, Her self beholding in the general lake, To which she paies her never ceasing vowes. Scarce h••d the sun dried up the dewie morne, And scarce the heard gone to the hedge for shade. The early larke mounts from th•• sullen earth, And sings her hymnes to welcome in the light, The prime of day breaks through the pregnant east. The sun doth rise, And shu••s the lids of all heavens lesser eyes. With quivers Nymphes ado••ne Their active sides, and wake the morne With the sh••ill musick of their horne. When everystar fled from th' approaching sun bu•• Lucifer. Bright day dissolves the d••mps of nigh••. The P••e••ades grow dim, each nearer star, Looseth his light, Bootes lazy car. T••rnes to the plain complexion of the skies, And Lucifer the grea•• star darkned flies From the hot day. A••rora now from Tithons purple bed Arose, and th' easterne skie discoloured,

Gave chearful notice of th' approaching sun. The ••osie fingred morne Kisseth each flower that by her dew is borne. Envious light, chides away the silent night. By this Apollo's golden harp began To sound forth musick to the Ocean, Which watchful Hesperus no sooner heard, But he the daies bright-bearing carre prepa••'d, And ran before, as harbenger of light, And with his flaring beams mock•• ugly night, Till she orecome with anguish, care, and rage Threw down to hell her loathsome carriage. The nigh••'•• dislodg'd, and now The morne is trimming of her virgin brow To court the sun, when from the western deepe, And Te••hys lap his glimmering beams do peepe, To ascend his glorious carre. Daies porter hath unhing'd the painted doore. When the sun scat••ers by his light All the Rebellions of the night. When Chanticleere the bellman of the morne, S••mmons up twilight with his bugle horne. The nights swift cou••se with silence is outworn••, And gives a kind farewell unto the day; The wing'd musitians which awake the morne, With hollow throats and horned bills do play. The illustrious officer of day, First worshipt in the east, gins to display The glory of his beams, then buds unfold Their chary leafes, each dew-drown'd marigold Insensibly doth st••r it self, and spread, Each violet lifts up his pensive head. The evening of th' Antipodes. The early dawn enamelling the air••. Heaven p••ays the good huswife, and puts her candles out When first the morning hath her mantle spread. The sable night's disl••dg'd, and now began Aurora's usher with his w••ndy f••n, Gently ••o shake the woods on every side; While his faire mistresse like a stately bride, With flowers and gem••s and Indian gold doth spangle Her lovely locks her lovers looks to tangle,

When gliding through the aire in mantle blew, With silver fringe, she drops the silver dew. Aurora now her treasures forth had brought Edging the silver clouds with fringe of gold, And hangs the skies with arras rarely wrought, ••ouder'd with pearl and pretious stones untold, Yet weeps shee, for she thinks it all too small To welcome great Apollo to her hall. The glorious sun doth gild the day. ••ights chear••ul dame in saf••ron robes did shine, Whose silver beams through every part dispe••st Of the terrestrial globe did now refine The thickned aire, and leavie for••ests peir••'t. Now sparkling Titan burnisht Neptunes waves, And spread his beams on earths enamel••'d brest. The bashful morne doth long in vain Court the amorous Marigold, With sighing blasts and weeping rain, Yet she refuseth to unfold. But when the planet of the day Approacheth with his powerful ray, Then she spreads, then she receives His wa••mer beams into her virgin leaves. The blushes of the morne appear, And now she hangs her pearly store, Fi••hed from the easterne shore, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 cowslips bell, and roses leaves. The rapid motion of the spheers, Old night from our Hor••zon bears: And now declining shades give way To the re••urne of chearful day. The morne doth now display The purple ensigne of ensuing day. The sun ready to ride. Nights duskie shadowes flie, And morning flecks the rose-enamell'd skie. Phebus now prunes himself. His way is strow'd with roses. The beauteous Harbenger of day ••••••sht from the Eastern pillow, where she lay Claspt in her Tythons armes, red with those kisses, Which being enjoy'd by night, by day she misses.

As soon as Titan gilds the eastern hills, And chirping birds, the Saints-bell of the day Ring in our ears a warning to devotion. Light now repa••••es the wrongs of night. When Sol with morning glory fills the eyes Of gazing mortals, whose victorious ray, Chacing the night rethrones deposed day. The illustrious prince of light, Riseth in glory from his Crocean bed, And tramples down the horrid shapes of night, The early bugle horne Of Chantecleer had summon'd up the morne. The easterne lamps begin To faile, and draw their nightly glory in. Ere the first cock his ma••••ens rings. By this the b••oad sa••'•• Quirister of night Surceas'd her screeching note, and took her flight To the next neighbouring ivie. Birds and beasts Forsake the warme p••otection of their nests. And nightly dens, whilst darknesse doth display Her sable curtains to let in the day. Phaebe now to the lower world r••tires, Attended with her train of lesser fires. The gray-ey'd ••anitor doth now begin To ope his easterne portals and let in The new borne day, which having lately hurld The shades of night into the lower world; The dewie cheek'•• Aurora doth unfold Her purple curtains, all besring'd with gold; And from the pillow of his Crocian bed, Don Phaebus raiseth his refulgent head, That with his all discerning eyes survaies, And gilds the mountains with his morning raies. In the flowry east Fair Erycina with her beamy crest Raiseth Aurora; and she starts with blushing, From aged Tithons cold armes quickly rushing, Opens the wide ga••••s of the welcome day, And with a beck summons the sun away; Who quickly mounting on his glistering chaire Courseth his nimble horse, through the aire, With swi••ter pace, than when he did pursue,

The lawrel changed Nimph that from him flew. The morne in russet mantle clad, Walks ore the dew on yond high eastern hill. The glow wormes uneffectual fire, begins to pale Aurora rising from her blushing wars, Doth with her rosie hand put back the stars, Now ore the sea from her old love comes she, That drawes the day from heavens cold axletree. When light ••••••ps through the glimmering eye-lids of the morne. Flame-snorting Phlegon's ruddy breath began, ••educing day, to gild the Indian. Aurora's saffron ray, On the Horizon doth renew the day. Au••o••a weary of her cold embrace With her old spouse, began in Inde apace To paint her portal of an opal hue. Before the worshipt sun Pears through the golden windowes of the east. The all chearing sun, In the remotest east begins to draw The shady curtains of Aurora's bed. The gray eyed morne smiles on the frowning night, Checkering the easterne clouds with streaks of light, And freckel'd darnesse like a drunkard reeles From sorth daies path, and Titans burning wheeles, When silver streaks do lace the blushing clouds. Nights candles are burnt out, and jocund day, Stands tiptoe on the misty mountains top. The rising sun peeps ore the hills, & with a hearty draught Of morning dew, salutes the welcome day. Aurora now puts on her crimson blush. And with resplendent raies gilds ore the tops Of th' aspiring hills, the pearly dew Hings on the rose bud tops, and knowing it, ••ust be anon, exhal'd, for sorrow shrinks, And melts into a tear. The larke begins his flight, And singing startles the dull night From his watch tower in the skies, Till the dapled morne doth rise. The early la••k, With other winged choristers of the morn, Chant forth their anthems in harmonious aires.

The morning strows roses and violets Upon the silver pavements of the heaven Against the coming of th' approaching sun. The morning had given the stars leave to take their rest. By that the next morning begins to make A gilded shew of a good meaning. Ere that the morning shall new christen day. The morning drawes dew from the fairest greenes Against th' approach of her burning lover, to wash her face withall. The morning winning the field of darknesse. The night grown old, his black head waxen gray. The morning steals upon the night, Melting the darknesse. The wolves have preyed, and the gentle day, Before the whe••les of Phaebus round about, Dapples the drowsie east with spots of gray. Ghosts wandering here and there, Troope home to Churchyards damned spirits all, Unto their wormy beds repaire. The easterne gates all fiery red, Opening on Neptune their dispersed beams, Turne into yellow gold, his salt-green streams. Sol fires the proud tops of the easterne pines. And darts his lightning through each guilty hole, Out from the fiery portal of the east. When ruddy Phaebus had with morning light Subdued the east and put the stars to fl••ght, When Phaebus harbenger had chas'd the night And tedious Phosphar brought the breaking light. When the plowman near at hand, Whistles ore the surrow'd land, And the milk maid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his sithe, And every shepheard tells his tale Under the hawthorne in the dale.

Morpheus. v. Sleep.

His dreaming pace was so, That none could say he moov'd, he moov'd so slow. His folded armes athwart his breast did knit A ••luggards knot, his nodding chin did hit Against his panting bosome.

He wore a Crown of poppy on his head, And in his hand he bore a Mace of Lead. He yawned, &c. The drowsie god. Lethargick Deity. Shape-feigning god, who of those brother sprites, With the most subtle art and cunning can, ••••urp the gesture, visage, voyce of man His habit, and known phrase, and onely takes An humane form, Another shews a Snakes, A birds, a beasts, this Icelos they call, Whom heaven embowr, though Phobetor, by all Of mortall birth he's nam'd. But Phan••••sies Of different faculty indues a tree, Earth, water, stone, the several shape of things That life enjoy not. The Lead-Mace-bearing Sergeant.

Mountain. v. Hills. High.

The rockie ribs of earth. Earths war••s. Blisters.

Mountebank.

W••xing rich at others cost and smart. Grow famous Doctours purchasing promotions, Whilst the Churchyard swells with their hurtfull potions, Who, hang men like, fearlesse and shamelesse too, Are pray'd and pay'd for murders that they do. Play bootie with a sicknesse,

Turn A Consumption to mens purses, and purge them worse th••n their bodies. Setting up an Apothecaries shop in private chambers.

Living by revenues of close stools and urinalls. Defe••••ing sick mens health from day to day. As if they went to law with their disease. A fool to fill a close stool. The best cure he hath done is upon his own purse,

His learning consists in reckoning names of diseases, in which he is onely languag'd, and speaks Greek of••entimes when he knows it no••

If you send your water to him you must resolve to be sick, for he will never leave examining your water till he hath shak'd it into a dis∣ease, then follows a writ to his Drugger in a strange tongue which he understands though he cannot constru••,

He tronslates his Apothecaries shop into your chamber, and the ••e••y windows and benches must ••ake Physick.

One that dares not come to a dead patient lest his carcasse should bleed. A sucking Consumption.

Impostors that do give To sick men potions that themselves may live. Skilfull to spur on nature to her end, That have an art to cure poverty. Quacking Leeches, Empyricks, Who by corosive plaisters oft make more, And deeper wounds than were receiv'd before, And by their Chancery cures make men worse, To heal the gashes of their crazie purse,

Yo mourn v. Lament

To shead from drowned eyes vain offerings to the dead, Who with remorselesse hands their bosome tear, And wailing call on him who cannot hear, She rudely tears th' adornment of her hair, And with redoubled blows her breast invades Her face as much, as grief would suffer fair, She sighs and shaking her dishevel'd hair, And with torn garments did present their woe, Her ruffled hair, As at a wofull Funerall she tare.

Wringing her upheav'd hands. He dust upon his clouded forehea•• throws.

So Seres mourn'd her daughters ravishment, So Philomel mourn'd her Virginity. The father and sad sisters did not more, Mourn him that slew the C••lydonian bore, Her garments from her bruised breasts she tare, So mourned Venus drawn by silver Swans, Her lov'd Adonis. To cloud the face with grief. Trees shed their leaves, streams with their tears encrease, The Naiades and Dryades invest Themselves in sullen sable and display Their scattered hair in uncomposed curls. Feeding on tears. Hugging grief with strict embrace. Venting the sad tautologies of lavish passion. Loading the bosome of the fleeting air With sad complaints. Raise clouds of dust that f••ll upon their hair, Springs that ••long time before had held no drop, Now welled forth and overwent the top. B••rds left to pay the Springs their wonted vows, And all forlo••n sa•• drooping on the boughs, The Springs and birds, trees with unwonted grones, Bewail her chance, and force it from the stones. v. Weep.

Multitude. v. Many. Murmure. v. Noise.

The people such a murmuring make. •••• when far off the roaring surges rake ••••e ratled shore or when loud Eurus breaks Though tufted Pines.

Muses.

••oddesses of verse. The sacred nine. ••amassian girls, Aonian Maids, Apollo'•• quire. ••he presidents of verse and sacred numbers. ••he learned maid•• which by the mossie banks ••f drizling Helicon in airy ranks, ••read roundelayes upon the silver sand, ••hilst shaggie Satyrs tripping o'r the strand, ••and still at gaze, and yield their senses thrall To the sweet cadence of their Madrigalls. ••he learned ••isters of the sacred well, Those virgins imps of Mneme which do bring D••ws of invention from their sacred Spring. The virgin Choristers of Castalia. ••••eet Maids of memory. Fair Thespian Ladies, That on the two topt mountains dwell And daily drink of the Castalian well, The heavenly sisters by whose sacred skill, Sweet sounds are rai••'d upon the forked hill Of high Parnassus, they whose tuned strings, Can cause the birds to stay their nimble wings. And silently admire, before whose feet, The lambs as fearlesse with the lions meet, Which did the harp of O••pheus so inspire, He from the Stygian Lake could safe retire, And did Amphions heart with vertue fill, That even the stones were pliant to his will. The sweet infusers of diviner strains. That sitting sing upon the flowry banks Of sacred Helicon in spangled ranks, Pierian Quire. Calliope, Clio, Erato, Tnalia, Melpomene, ••erpsicore, Evterpe, Polyhimnia, Urania.

Musick. v. Sweet sounding.

Break in sweet sounds the willing air. Well digested sounds. Speechlesse song, universall language. That innocent pleasure which the sphears Vouchsafe to make and gods do deign to hear. Melodious harps and songs salute the ••ar.

The wanton airs in twenty sweet forms dance After her fingers. The air and fingers meet. In sweet contention, raping the ears into attention. true concord of well tuned sounds. By unions married, each string husband to the other. Marrying his voice unto the strings. Making the Lute in his language shew how glad he was to b•• grac'd with the touch of her fingers. VVith the choice Musick of her hand and voice, Stills the loud wind, and makes the wild Incensed Bore and Panther mild. Harmonious airs: Break in sweet sound the willing air.

Musick.

Like an hostesse that hath no Arithmatick, but her brain to se•• down her reckoning.