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.

V. Moon. Stars. Sleep, Midnight.

••ow it is the time of night, ••t the graves all gaping wide, ••y one lets forth hi•• spright, ••n the Church yard paths to glide, ••ow o'•• one half of the world, ••chie darknesse round is hurl'd. ••a••ures seem dead, and wicked dreams abuse ••he curtain'd sleep, now witchcraft celebrates ••ale Heca••'s offerings, ••he owl is abroad, the Bat and the Toad, •• And so is the Cat a Mountain, ••he Ant and the Mole ••it both in an hole, And the frog peeps out of the fountain, ••imes dead low water, when all minds devest To morrows businesse. The noon of night. When stars begin to stoop. T••e stars had reach'd their middle height, When Titans ray G••ves the Antipodes their noon of day, When morrals have Their Bu••ial in their voluntary grave. Bed. ••y this the feathered Bellman of the night, ••nt ••orth his midnight summons to invite ••ll eyes to slumber. When far spent night perswades each mortall eye, To whom nor art nor nature gran••eth light, To lay his then mark wanting shafts of sight. Clos'd with their quivers in sleeps armour••e. The noontide of th' Antipodes. The deep of night is crept upon our talk.

The dead wast of the night. The aged night is now grown gray. The midnight bell Doth with his iron tongue, and braz••n mouth Sound on unto the drowsie race of death. The gaudy day Is crept into the bosome of the sea; And now loud houling wolves aro••se the Jades That drag the Tragick melancholy night Who with their drowsie, slow, and flagging wings Clip dead means bones, and from their misty jawes Breath foule contagious darknesse in the aire. The deepest silence of the night, And Luna in her crescent shined bright. Now 'twas still night, and weary limbes at ease, Slept sweetly, woods were husht and calme the seas. When the still night did gently kisse the trees, And they did make no noise. The moone-light sweetly sleeps upon the bankes.