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.

Pale.

••s if all his blood turn'd whey, From her clear face the sprightly vigour fled, Her affrighted blood Forsakes her cheeks. Pale fear repells the blood, And the uncu••led haire like bristles stood. So Piramus grew pale When he mist This be, saw the bloody vaile. ••oxe was not paler than her changed look, And like the lightly breath'd on sea she shook. So pale was Thisbe, when she softly rears Her Pyramus, and fills his wounds with tears. A chill cold checks her blood. Death looks lesse pale. An inward cold Shot through her bones, her changing face appear•• As pale as boxe bedewed with her tears. Blood from her visage fled, usurpt by palenesse, As he that bare-foote treads a way All pav'd with serpents. Ashie pale, As evening mist sent from a watry vale, More bloodlesse than a walking ghost. Fear steals the colour from her cheeks. The natural ruby of the cheek is gone, Blancht all with fear. Pale as the colour which in leaves in seen, When they by Autumne's frost have nipped b••en. That pale and meager look Like those that wander by the sable brook Of Lethe, or those ghosts from graves escape.