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.

Poets.

Great Genius of brave verse. Orpheus learned race. Great sons o•• Phoebus, whose lips are wont To drench their coral in the font Of forkt Parnassus; you that be The sons of Phaebus, and can flee On wings of fancy to display The flaggs of high invention. The inspired traine. That search for purling springs, Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flow, On whom M••lpomene with mild aspect, Doth all her favour at his birth refl••ct, Soft quires. Princes of numbers, That commit at once incest with nine sisters. The darling of the Delian Deity. Sacred Bards. The Muses fairest ligh••s. The lea••ned shades. Great soules of numbers. Wits general tribe; Heirs to Apollo's ever verdant tree. Dear sons of memory Whose vocal notes tun'd to Apollo's lyre, The Syrens and the Muses did admire. The Nymphs to him their gems and coral sent, And did with swans and nightingales present. Whilst la••rel sprigs anothers head shall crowne, Thou the whole grove maist challenge as thy owne. Cities for Homer strove, Muses for thee. VVhose victorious rime Revenge their masters death, and conquer time. Could Virgil hear his lofty strain, He would condemne his works to fire again. VVhose learned pen is d••pt in Castalie. The willowes and the hasel copses green, VVere often seen Fanning their joyous leaves to his soft laies, On whom from their high tower, The Gods celestial divine raptures power.

The Muses preists, writ in the Muses rolles. The thread-bare tribe. Apo••lo's broode. The learned Chorus, The laure••te crue, That on the horses spring do use to bowse, And sleep upon Parnassus forked browes, Whose images the clasping twine Of ivie girdles. Great herald of the Muses. That in accents b••ing. The Gods breasts down, and breath them as thy sing. That tast the d••wes of Hippocrene. Great hei•••• of fam••. Fill'd with Ph••bean fire, Worthy to be crown'd with a wreath of stars. Delphick Quire. R••ch pregnant fancies. Parnassus brood. Those that hear Phaebus sing, Bathing their naked limbs in Tu••spian springs. The graduates in the threadbare mystery. The vertue of the twiforkt hill Inspires the ••avisht fancy, and doth fill The veins with Pegasean fire. The learned authors of immortal straines. Whom mighty numbers do inspire. That sit in shadow of Apollo's tree. At every close their language meet, In sentences of sub••••le feet.