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.

Night.

The nights black wings mask up the light, The obscure mantle of the night. The shady gloome. Whose sable wing In gloomy darknesse husheth every thing. Under her sable pinions folds the world, When Cynthia darts her borrowed raies, The lights black curtain, cypresse. The gloomy night With sable curtains had beclouded all. Daies elder sister. Best patronesse of griefe. Heavens surrounding steeds Quell their proud courage, turne their fainting heads Into the lower hemispheare to coole Their flaming nostrills in the westerne poole. When Morpheus with his leaden keyes Locks up the sences. Night sheds her poppy on the weary world, When leaden sleepe hath seald up all mens eyes. The time when mortals take their soft repose. The friend to secrets. The face of heaven studded with stars. The nurse of cares her curtains drawes. Nights heavie charmes

••••ad clos'd all eyes. When sleepe bestowes On men and on their cares a sweet repose. Night spangs the skie with stars. Light ••ies in the shady coverture of night. That obscure mantle that invelopes ••ight, When silent darknesse doth invite Our eyes to slumber. When night hath spread her dusky dampe. The sober suited matron. Daies sable herse. The ebon box wherein heaven puts her light. ••haebe's black coachman. Deceased lights black coffin. The black browd lady. Black ey'd empresse. That Ethiopian Queen. Negro Queen. S••art night her brows exalts with stars impal'd. The gloomy night on light extends her shades. The winter of the day. The earth borne shades had clos'd the world with night. The nights dew dropping shadowes hide The face of earth: The maske of day. Night laies her sable mace on earth. Sols glorious light Dives to the sea, and brings up drowsie night. The peaceful night treads busie day under her sable feet. The p••ndant spangles Beam from the skie, and drowsie sleepe entangles The eyes of mortals. Nights moist shades the earth doth hide, And Cy••••hi•• in her golden ch••••iot rides, Dark night rusht down, and hid the face of earth With her spread sable pinions— Heavens eye doth gild the seas In his days journey to th' Antipodes. When heaven that was a Cyclops late before, Becomes an Argus. Over the pole, night her thick mantle throwes. The time the jetty charioter Hu••les her black mantle ore our Hemispheare. Mother of sleeps and feares. That with her sable mantle friendly covers The sweet stollen sports of joyful meeting lovers.

The day is sunke in hideous night, The black-ey'd night her ••able mantlehurld, And in thick vapours muffled up the world. Which in dull darknesse canopies the light. When nights black muffler hoodeth up the skies. The sun doth leave us to our rest, And Cynthia hath her brothers place possest. Now had the glorious sun tane up his Inne, And all the lamps of heaven englightned been. Virgins, now day is fled, Make poo••e their garments t'enrich their bed. Which in a carre of Jet, By steeds of iron gray, wh••ch mainly sweat, Moist drops on all the world, drawn through the skie. When we may The bright Cel••stial spheare sorvey, So rich in j••wels hung, that night appears Like to an Ae••hiope bride. Now in the sea bright sol had hid his head, And stars appear'd, the moone her shadowes spread, Nights silent reign had ••ob'd the world of light, To lend in lieu a greater benefit. Repose and sleepe; when every mortal brest, Whom care, or grief permitted took their rest, Now nights black mantle had the earth orespread, And all the ••••st of stars in P••aebus stead, Though with lesse light ado••n'd the spangled skie. The night did ••rowning rise Into her throne, and from her humerous breasts, Visions and dreams lay sucking, all mens rests Fell like the mists of d••ath upon their eyes. Loves Mart of k••sses. Venus day. Soft rest of cares. Night laies her velvet hand upon daies face. The aire with sparks of living fire is spangled, And night deep drencht in misty Acheron, Heav'd up her head, and halfe the world upon, B••eath'd darknesse forth. The skie appear'd in sable mourning dresse, The ebon night brought in a coach of jet, Drawn by her sable feathered steeds, ravens. When Morpheus ••e••geant of the night Had laid his mace upon the dying light.

And with his listlesse limbes had closely spread, The sable curtains of his drowsie bed. Darknesse had stain'd, The Chrystall brow of day, and gloomy night Had spoil'd and rifled heaven of all his light. Grim night lookt forth with grizly countenance, Her smoakie breath in duskie clouds doth fly ••rom her pale lips, and darkned heavens bright glance, ••••evailing ore the earth and azure skie. When as the un••versal shade, Of th' unspangled heaven and earth had made An utter darknesse. When as the heavens by the suns teame untrod, Hath took no print of the approaching light, And al the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright. Her body is confin'd Within a coleblack mantle thorough lin'd With sable surres, her tresses were of hiew, Like Ebony, on which a pearly dew Hung like a spiders web, her face did shroud Aswarth complexion, underneath a cloud Of black curld cypresse, on her head she wore A crown of burnisht gold, b••shaded ore Wi••h fogs and ro••y mists, her hand did bear A scepter, and a sable Hemispheare. Death resembling shades of night Had drawn their misty curtains twixt the light, And every darkned eye. Sols horses now eat their Ambrosia Within the westerne meads, deposed day Surrenders up her throne, and yeilds her right Unto her Negro sister.—In the raging sea, The sun is drown'd, and with him falls the day, When Cynthia whips her drowsie teame. When the wings of night fans sleep on mortals. Now was ou•• heavenly vault deprived of the light With suns depart, and now the darknesse of the night Did light those beamy stars, which greater light did d••rk, Now each thing that enjoy'd that fiery quickning spark, Which life is call'd, were mov'd their spirits to repose, And wanting use of eyes▪ their eyes began to close. A silence sweet each place with one consent embra••'••

A musick sweet to one in careful musing plac't, And mother earth now clad in mourning weeds did breath A dull desi••e to kisse the image of our death. Earth thing with her black mantle night doth sconce, Saving the glow-worme, which would courteous be Of that small light: of watching shepheards see. The welkin had full niggardly inclos'd In coff••r of dim clouds his silver groates. When Phaebe doth behold Her silver visage in the watry glasse, Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grasse. Night that from eyes their busie function takes The ear more quick of apprehension makes, Wherein it doth impaire the seeing sence But paies the hearing double recompence. Borne by swift dragons in an Ebon coach. The creeping murmure, and the poring dark, Fills the wide vessel of the universe. The Churchyards yawne, and hell it selfe breaths out Contagion to this world, When the Diurnal Charirioter had set His fierie brasse-hoo••'d coursers to their meat, And o'r his golden glistering locks had spread The jetty hangings of his sable bed. Lights sable Coffin buries up the day, The night close mou••ner for the dying light, Bedews her cheeks with tears, When the wearied Sun is gone to rest, And darknesse made the worlds unwelcome guest, The sable mantle of the silent night, Shut from the world the ever joysome light. Care fl••d away, and softest slumbers please To leave the Court for lowly Cottages: Now when the night her sable wings had spread, And sleep his dew on pensive mortals shed, When visions in their a••rie shapes appear. Wild boars fo••sake their dens••on woody hills, And sleightfull otters left the purling rills; Rooks to their nests in high woods now were flung, And with their spread wings shield their naked young, When thieves from thickets to the crosse way stirre, And terrour frights the lonely passenger.

••en nought was heard, but now and then the howl ••f some v••le Curre, or whooping of the owl. ••w the hungry lion roars, ••d the wolf beholds the Moon, ••hilst the heavy Plow-man snores, •• with weary task foredon, •• the wasted brands do glow. ••ile the scre••ch owl screeching loud, ••s the wretch that lies in woe, •• remembrance of a shrowd.