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.

P.

To paint the Face.

To counterseit the seal of nature. That prank old wrinckles up in new at••ire, To alter natures course, prove time a lyar, Abusing fate, and heavens just doom reverse, On beauties grave to set a crimson herse, With a deceitfull foil to lay a ground, To make a glasse to seem a Diamond, That paint their perboil'd faces, And seek by greater shames. To cover their d••sgraces. A varnish'd countenance. That wear a fairer mask. A horse might mire upon their face. A face as full of lies, As Gypsies, or the running Lotteries, She reads over her face every morning, and sometimes blots out white, and writes red. The face Phy••itians Which desire To scorch their lovers hearts with painted fire.

••ygmalions statues in true flesh and blood, And with the signe of beauty feed the fire.

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.

Pallas. v. Minerva.

She that rules in deeds of armes. Wars triumphant maid. Jove's blew-••yd daughter. Mans Fauteresse. Unconquered Queen of armes. She that supples earth with blood. The maiden Queen that hath the azure eyes. Heavens martial maid, That wears Joves shield fring'd with his nurses haire. Divine Athenia. Armes potent Patronesse.

Tritonian maid. Joves brain born issue. To whom Joves pregnant brain was mother. By Vulcan cleav'd in twain. The fire-eyed maid of smoakie war.

Palsie.

Unjoynted nerves. The joynts in gimmers. Continual ague.

Pan.

The God whom pines do crown. The King of sylvan, rural Deities. The God of si••ly sheep. The father of the flocks. The mountain goat-foo••e God. He that first taught to joyne the pipes with wax. Arcadia's halfe goat God.

Paradise. v. Pleasant place.

Epitome of pleasures. Inclosure of delight. The garden conscious to the first mans sin.

Parnassus.

The Muses forked hill. With two tops reaching to the skie, Twixt east and west equally distant lies. To Bacchus and Apollo's Deities Sacred, to whom in mixed sacrifice, The T••eban wives at Delphos solemnize Their trietericks, this one hill alone Appeard when all the world was overflowne, And stood as middle twixt the earth and skie. Young Phaebus there with shafts unused slew The speckled serpent, that in wait long lay His banish'•• mother, great with child to sl••y. Where all the Muses sit in soangled ranks, Tuning their ditties on the flowry bankes. There springs the Poets fount, Where they to drench their ravisht lips are wont.

Passion. v. Fury, Anger.

The souls feaver. Tyrant of the mind. The Judgments tempest. Herricano of the soul. When passion hath the fairer judgement collied. The civil war in reasons commonwealth. The earthquake of the lesser world. The shipwrack of the soul. Strangler of reason.

The violent perturbations of the soul. Dry drunkennesse. Whirlewind of the soul. As if the brest inclo••'d the easterne wind.

Patient.

VVell poys'd humours, in whose composition nature ••en'd most Geometry. Nature forgot to g••ve him gall. As if he meant to do fortune a spight, by taking from her ••he pleasure she sought to take in his misery. S••out only in the asses fortitude. Making misery it self amiable by a pious and patient de∣portm••nt.

Patroclus.

Achilles faithful friend. Actors brave Nephew: ••enae••uis stout son, VVhom Hector slew, clad in Achilles armes. The occasion of Achilles just revenge, And H••ctors cruel death.

Peace.

The drowsie sword lies snorting in the sheath. Now ••anus gate is shu••. Concord that all ti••ngs doth infold In her white armes and the worlds safety holds. The cold sheath'd swords thir thirst of war Have coo••'d. Calme dayes when rest Hath rockt asleep sluggish security. The busie spider weaves her ta••ke VVithin the belly of the plumed cask. Fair peace descends, and with her silver wings Cuts through the yeilding aire. Old Janus now hath lockt his temples gate. Justice and faith do kindly kisse each other, And Mars appeas'd, sits down by Cupids mother. No war or battles sound VVas heard the world around. The idle spear and shield were high up hung, The ••ooked chariot stood ••staind with hostile blood. The trumpet spake not to the armed throng. Glorious peace Triumphs in change of pleasures. Dear nourse of arts, plenty, and joyful births.

When the very name of king, is a general fortification over all his kingdome. The silver drops from peace's dewie wings, Supprest dissention's flame, Auspicious peace Claps her triumphant wings.

Peacock.

The star-embellisht fowle which Juno l••ves, Jun••'s star••'d coursers. The bird that in her train bears Argus eys, Which with her wheeling taile, doth brave the skies, And slights the stars, viewing her Argus eyes.

Pegasus.

Gorgonean horse. Medu••aean horse. The winged courser of Bellerephon, Spangled with fifteen stars. From whose hoofe did spring The chrystal waters of the muses well. Which with his brother, Sprang from the blood of their new slaugh••ered mother. The horse on which Bellerephon did ride, VVhen by his hand the fierce Chymaera dyed. Aurora's winged courser. That God begotten steed, the horse of fame, Whose bounding hoofe, plow'd that Bo••tian spring, Where those sweet maids of memory do sing.

Penelope.

U••ysses constant wife. The chast Icarian wife, That liv'd a widow though she was a wife, As chast unto her mate, As all her wooers were importunate. By honest craft her wooers to deceive, What all the day she works, by night unweaves. The Queen of Ithaca, whose precious name For chast desires, is dear to us and fame.

Perillus.

Unhappy maker of the brazen bull. That had the first experiment Of that sad torment which he did invent. And in that bull rece••v'd a burning grave, Which he to the Sicilian Tyrant gave.

Phaeton.

••••bus unhappy son. ••••t great incendiary which set all on fire, ••••ruling ill, what he did ill desire. Whose sisters mourne, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 tragedie till they to poplars turne.

v. Ovids Metam. 2. lib. Phaenix.

Which makes one narrow roome, ••er u••ne, her nest, her cradle and her tombe. The beauties of the first returne ••rom spicie ashes of the sacred urne, ••er own selfes heire, nurse, nurseling, dame and ••ire. Which when she rests Her aged carkasse in her spicie nest. The quick devouring fire of heaven consume••, The willing sacrifice in sweet perfumes; ••rom whose sad cyndars balm'd in funeral spices, A second Phaenix like the first arises. The bird which in the glowing ••ast With sweets doth make her tombe and nest. Who the wane Of age repaires, and sowes her self again. Nor feeds on grains or herbes, but on the gumme Of frankincense and jucie Amomum. Now when her life five ages hath fullfill'd, A nest her horned beak and talons bu••ld. Upon the crownet of a trembling palme, Bestrew'd with Casia, spikenard, pretious balme, B••u••••'d Cynnamon and My••rhe, whereon she bends Her body, and her age in odours ends; This breeding corps a litle Phoenix bears, Which is it selfe to live as many years, Grown strong, that load now able to tran••fer Her cradle, and her parents sepulcher. Devoutly carries to Hyperions towne, And on his flamy altar laies it downe. So ••a••e, That nature never yet could give a paire, One finds a cradle in the others urne, She dies to live, as the sun sets to rise. Th' Arabian wonder that in spicie fume

Renews her self in that she doth consume, O happy! thine own h••ir: what ruines all Addes strength to thee; restor'd by Funerall, Age, thou not dying, dies. The ages gone Were seen by thee, the revolution Of time thou knowest; then when the tumid main Swallowed the Mountains in his l••quid Plain, When Phaetons errour set the world on fire, None touch'd thy safety, nor didst thou expire, With stifled earth. The destinies nor draw, Nor cut thy thread, nor subject to their law. The Bird of silver Ganges.

Philomel. v. Nightingale.

C••cropian bird. Pandionian bird. Prognes unhappy sister. v. Ovids Met. Lib. c.

Philosophers. v Learned Aristotle.

Who through the mists Low nature casts doth upper knowledge spie, That unfold All natures close••. These plodders in the Mine•• Of nature. Whose more purged ear, Is washt as 'twere with truths sharp vinegar. Natures great Secretaries,

Physician.

Gallens adoptive sons. The bodies botchers, cob••ers, That flay a man before they kill him. Podalirius, Machaon, Chyron, Aesculapius. v. Mountebank

Phoebus v. Apollo.

The god of Patara and Delos stood, Who with pure waters of Gastalian flood, Bedews dishevell'd, hair walks Lyrian groves, And through the woods that bred him, gently roves, Phoebus with radiant bow divine, Gracious among the Muses nine, Who doth with heaven inspi••ed art To crazie bodies health impart, Who in his chariot bright, Doth call forth day and shuts up night, And other and the same doth come. The Delian Deity. God of archerie. The god that bears the silver bow, And throws the light from off his radiant brow.

The God that bears ••e silver bow, and strikes the quavering strings, •• God of light. The Delphian archer. •• dayes eternal king. Joves bright son. •• king of a••chers. Muses sacred king, ••ose praise in Delos Isle doth ever ring. ••s first founder, whose arts excellence ••racted natures chiefest Quintessence. ••na's quiver'd darling. The radiant God. •• Pythian Knight, •• from his beams doth lend his sister light:

Picture.

••be poesie. The fancies eldest daughter. •• birth and creature of the pen.

Pity.

•• melting pity creeps into his heart. ••at poore comfort of calamity.

Place Pleasant.

••ture her selfe did there in triumph ride, ••d made that place the ground of all her pride, ••hose various flowers, deceiv'd the rasher eye, •• taking them for curious tapestry. •• silver spring forth from a rock did fall, ••at in a d••ought did serve to water all. ••on the edges of a grassie banke, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 of trees grew circling in a ranke, •• faire, so fresh, so sweet, so green a ground, ••e piercing eye of heaven, yet never found. Places ••hich hold the worlds delight in their embraces. ••here trees do groane under their fruitful burthen, •• the same season nature there doth bring ••hes of Autumne, pleasures of the spring. VVhere th'early spring, •• wealthy stock of nature brings. ••nsplanted paradise. Transplanted Tempe. 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Elysium. •• such luxurious plenty of all pleasure, •• seem'd a second paradise to be, ••o lavishly enricht with natures treasure, ••hat if the lasting soules which do possesse ••••' Elisian fields, and live in happy blesse.

Should happen this with living eyes to see; They soon would leave their lesser happinesse. And wish to live, return'd again. Where eyes may surfeit with delight. Where every tree a fruitful issue bears Of mellow apples, ripened plums and pears, And all the shrubs with sparkling spangles shew, Like morning sunshine tinselling the dew, Here in green meadowes sits eternal May, Purfling the margents, whilst perpetual day. So double gilds the day, as that no night Can ever rust th' enamel of the light, Where Flora laies forth all her pride. There was no stint, no measure To th' old mans profit, or the young mans pleasure, The only place worthy our wish. Furnisht with all faire objects, that may deliver Delight to th' admiring fancie. Which richly payd the pleas'd beholder thanks In its sweet situation. A valley grac't with natures art and care. As fertle as the soyle of Arabia. As pleasant, as Thessalia Tempe faire, On which from heaven no blustering tempests fly, Nor Zephry blowes but sweet and wholesome aire. A long whose side the mossie mountains rise, And lift their swelling tops above the skies. Down through the mist of this faire valley glides The Chrystal flood with glancing silver hue. Whose roaring streams on golden channels slide With murmure sweet in Thetis bosome blew, Of brooks supply'd with liberal store besides, Which tops of towring mountains still ren••w. In midst of this fair valley doth arise A mighty mounting rock of wondrous height. On whose ambitious back, as in the skies, A City stands impregnable to sight. A castle on his lofty crest espies The valleys round about the mountains height, Below the rock the glancing river glides, In whose cold streams, he cooles his hoary side. VVhen T••tan doth ascend unto the south.

Ascending through heavens vault of brightest azure. Those lofty turre••s seeme to have desire To view their beauties pride, while they h••ve leasure, Then set they all the rolling flood on fire, Whose trembling billowes shew their golden treasure, The smiling sun illustrates them with beams, While as their beauty, beautifies their streams.

A place for pleasan••nesse, not unfit to flatter solitar••∣••••sle, for it being s••t upon an insensible rising of the ground, as you are come to a pretty h••i••h••, before al∣most you perceive that you ascend, it gives the eye lord∣ship over a large ci••cuit.

It seemes a pleasant picture of nature, with lovely light∣somenesse and artificial shadowes.

With such a rise as doth at once invite A pleasure, and a reve••ence from the sight. They who abstract paradise from the earthly globe, make •• that part of heaven, which is this places Canopie. As if nature there had meant to make a place where the beholders are beholde••, and sufficiently paid in their gratefull prospect for the pains of their view. Where lands untill'd are yearly fruitfull seen, And th' unpruned vine perpetual green, S••ll olives by the fertle branch are borne, And mellow figgs their native trees adorne, Honey from elmes distill, the gentle fountaines. Descend with purling noyse from lofty mountaines: There milkey goats come freely to the pa••le, Nor do glad flocks with dugs distended faile, The mighty bore, ••oares not about the fields, Not hollow earth doth poisonous vipers yeild. Adde to this happinesse the humid east Doth with no frequent showers the field infest, Nor the fat seeds are parcht in barren land, The heavenly powers both ••empering with command, No barke comes hither with Argoan ore, Nor landed wanton Colchis on this shore. Cadmus with swelling ••ailes turn'd not this way, Nor painfull troope that with Ulysses stray, Here amongst cattle no contagi•••• are. Nor seele flocks drowthy power of any star. When bra••••e did on the golden age int••ude,

Jove for the pious did this place seclude. Where every object charmes the wandering eye, And bids the soul gaze there eternally. The smoake by which the loaded spits doe turne, For incense might on sacred altars burne. The n••ked rocks are not unf••u••tful there, But at some certain seasons every year, Their barren topps with lushious food abound, And with the eggs of various ••ouls are crown'd, Ripe fruits and blos••oms on the same trees live, At once they promise, what at once they give. So sweet the aire, so moderate the clime, None sickly lives or dies before his time, Heaven sure, has kept this spot of earth uncurst, To shew how all things were created first. V. Hom. Odys. Calipso's v••ile. Dubartas Eden. V. Brownes Pastor. lib. 2. song 3.

Sad, Melancholy place.

The thick growne briar, And prickled haw-thorne, woven all entire, Together clunge, and barr'd the gladsome light From any entrance, ••itting only night. All overgrowne with mosse, as nature sate To entertain grief with a cloth of state. B••fore the doore to hinder Phoebus view, A shady box-tree grasped with a yeugh, As in the place behalfe they menac'd war Against the radiance of each sparkling star. A place as wofull as my verse, A stage made for some wofull Tragedy. Where none do tread, Except the ghosts of the disturbed dead. Where the trees answer to the sighing aire. A charnel house All cover'd ore with dead mens ratling bones: With reekie shanks, and yellow chaplesse sculls. A gloomy vale Wrapt with unpleasant shades of yeugh, And cypresse sprung from Lovers grave, On which the croaking raven with other birds Of night do sit, and hollow their sad accents. Such as may fitly sympathize with mourning. A murmu••ing brook of wronged virgins tears.

A bed of mosse ••••hered from vaults, and charnel houses, where ••••e dead inhabit. An uncouth cell, ••••ere brooding darknesse spreads his jealous wings, ••••d the night raven sings. Detested vaile, •••• trees though summer, yet forlo••ne and lean, ••••••come with mosse, and balefull missiltoe: ••••e never shines the sun, here nothing breeds, ••••lesse the nightly ow••e, or f••••al raven. •••• thousand feinds, a thousand hissing snakes, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 thousand swelling toads, as many urchins, ••••ich make make such fearful and confused cries; •••• any mortall body hearing it, ••ould strait fall 〈◊〉〈◊〉, or else dye presently. ••••, Grove, Cave. Darke. Silent,

Plague.

〈◊〉〈◊〉 growes the time, nor with her wonted chear, Or usual dressing ••o••h the spring appear. ••o cleansing gale of Zephyr mooves the aire, ••hile rising foggs obscure the welkin faire. ••ithout his showers contagio••s Auster blowes, ••••d painted summer no kind fruit bestowes. ••or does the sun as yet inflam'd with ire, ••••nd down that wholsome and prolifick fire, ••e us'd to do, but beams of mortal heat, ••nd from the bosome of; the twins as great Combustion kindles here, as if he then ••••on the Nemean Lyons back had been, ••ithin the farthest easterne lands from whence ••hy breakes, breaks forth the f••••al pestilence, ••s if with rising Titan it begun, ••nd follow'd thence the mo••ion of the sun, ••o Europe then doth hot contagin flie, ••••ing through every part of Italy. Death apace, •••• his pale chariot sides through all the land; ••o age nor sex escape•• his vengefull hand, ••oung men in prime of all their strength are st••••ck, ••nd yeild, the sucking in ••ant wh••t he took ••••om nature, soon••s summoned to rep•••• ••••om those soft limbes untimely ••lee••s away.

The new-come soul, before it can be growne Acquainted with the tender mansion. The aged man, not because aged goes, But only cause he had a life to loose, The mourning grave becomes a marriage bed, To brauteous maides preposterously dead. One father wailes his son, another all His houshold carries in one funeral. And for so many debts one mourning serves, If one be left to mourne, no care preserves, Nor antidote can save from this disease, Their greatest hope is but to die in peace. For oft the fiety sicknesse did invade Reasons coole seat, and there prevailing made A strange distraction, worse than losse of breath, For which their friends wisht as a cure, their death, The face oft burn'd, no moisture had the eye, Nor could by tears expresse their misery, Some while their dearest friends they do intombe, Before that pious office done become Themselves a funeral, death makes him to be, An herse, that came a mourning obsequie, Nor doth this venemous contagion, Worke the destruction of mankind alone, The sheep and ca••tel perish, as if growne On earth quite uselesse, since the men are gone, Wastly the lawnes, the fields of tillage now A••e desola••e, while the forsaken plow, Nor men, nor cattel scarce can exercise, T••e oxe in midst of all his labour dies, And leaves behind his mourning fellow now Dismist from toyle, and service of the plow, Who takes no comfort now in shady woods, In flowry meadowes, or clear Chrystal floods, That destiny allots for him, remains Although at rest, the warlick horse disdaines The pleasant streames, and sick forgetteth quite His food, and th'honour of a race or fight, Even roads and vipers die. acquainted growne With venome far more mortal than thier owne. Doggs, oxen, sheepe, and savage beasts first die, No birds can from the swift infection ••lie.

••d swains amazed see their oxen shrinke ••••ath the yoke and in the furtowes sinke, ••••e fleecie flock with anguish faintly beat, ••••t fall their wool and pine away with heate, •••• generous horse that from the race of late, ••••n'd with honour, now degenerates ••indfull of the glory of his prize, ••••nes at his manger and there deedlesse dies, ••e bore forgets his rage, swift feet now faile ••he Hart, no bears the horned heard assaile, ••l languish, woods, fields, paths no longer bare, •••• fil••'d with carkasses, that stench the aire, ••••h neither dogges, nor greedy fowle (how much ••be admired) nor hoary wolves would touch, •••• raves the plague amongst our country swains, ••••w in our large and populous city raignes, •••• first their bowels broyle with fervour stretcht •••• symptomes, rednesse, hot wind hardly fe••cht. Their furr'd tongues swel, their dry jaws gasp for breath, ••••d with the aire inhale a swifter death, ••ane could endure or coverture, or bed, •••• on the stones their panting bodies spread. ••old stones could no waye•• mitig••te that hear, •••• they beneath those burning burthens sweat, ••one cure attempt; the sterne disease invades The heartlesse Leech, nor Art her authour aides The near ally'd, whose care the sick attends, •••• themselves, and dye before their friends. ••f remedy, they see no hope at all •••• only in approaching funeral. Th••ee sisters speedy hands cannot suffice ••or breaking threads hath ty••'d the destinies. ••ly ••••tians skill himselfe doth still engage. Unto the hallow'd ground, The ••owling widow h••ugh she lov'd him dear, •••• dar•••• not follow, her dead husbands biear. V. May's Edward 3. lib 4. V. Seneca's Tragedies Oedipus, Act. 1.

Planets v. Stars.

The swimming Islands of the heavens. The wandering lampes. The rolling seaven. 〈◊〉〈◊〉, Jupiter, Mars, Sol, Venus, Mercury, Luna.

The wandering spangles of the skie. The floating stars.

Please.

Nothing can strike the roving fancy more. Nothing presents delight In suller measure. Satisfie a curious desire. Correspondent to the wish Tickling the wanton fancy. Such joy it gives, as when soft pleasure warmes Joves mel••i••g bosome swath'd in Venus armes.

Pleiades.

The seven Atlantick Nymphes. Sterope's bright heard. Atlas bright daughters Whose rising bring The wealthy pleasures of the painted spring. Pleione's issue. The watry powers, Whose rising melts the clouds to dropping showers.

Plow.

To rend the gleabe with crooked plough To cheveron the ground in ridged hills. The plowshare rip•• his mothers wombe To give the aged seed a living tombe. To lance earths bunchy back. Earth furrows up her brow and stormes to fe••le The cutting gashes of the wounding steele.

Ploughman V. Swaines

VVhose hands have made a vow. And sworne alleageance to the peacefull plow. That with his plow Doth give the earth a new, but forrow'd brow, That as he tuggs along, Sweetens his labour with some tural song, That to his merry teame, VVhistles his passions.

Pluto. v. Hell.

The king of shades. Th' infernal King. VVho rules the tripple worlds inferiour part. The nights sad king. Black prince of Acheron. VVho Geryon, and T••tyus bound VVith sable river, doth surround, A stream on which each man must saile From royal scepter to the flaile. Hells black monarch. Proserpines sad mate.

C•••••• grim son in law. King of Erebu••. Infernal Jupiter. Adamantine king. S••••••es black son. That rules the grizly land, That keeps the wide door'd house.

Poesie.

The language of the sphears and angells. Speaking picture.

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.

Poetaster.

Betattered rimers. Ivie poets. Fustian poets. Frippery poets. Reteiners to the Muses. Whose workes are but a greater blot. A widemouth'd poet, th••t speaks nothing but bladders and bumbast. Half-codled poets. The Muses haberdashers. The common scriblers of the times. The Muses pedla••s. The paper blurrers of the times, Whose high••st praise it is to trot in rime. The needy poetasters of the age. The sneaking t••ibe tha•• w••ite and drink by fit, As they can steal or borro•••• coyne or wit. Their brain••••ly all in notes. Lord how they'd looke! If they should chance to loose their table booke. Their baies like Iv••e cannot mount at all, But by some neighbouring tree, or joyning wall, Who po••ing on, their spungie brain still squeeze, Neglect the cream, and only save the lees.

••pping their flying quill, they clip fames wing, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Hes••con a puddle not a spring, ••••t ••••are and sour their faces, nay to ven•• ••ir b••ains, they eat their fingers excrement, ••d scratch their heads as if they were about, ••it wit so hidebound is, to scratch it out, That for every jest they bring, ••danger must their buttons or bandstring. ••t takes such pains to make a verse, ••t at the birth of each he twists his face, •••• if he drew a tooth, he blots and writes, ••en looks as pale, as some that go to fight, •••• ••••nts sometimes an hour one rime to get, ••••h the whole kennel of the Alphabet. ••••ius, Maevius, paltry poets, ••hose wit is but a tavern timpany, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 shavings and the chips of poetry, Unbak'd poetry, ••••ch as the dablers of the time contrive, ••hose invention comes like bird-lime from freez, ••••ll brains and all out. ••••per pedlars. Jaded wits. Murderers of paper. ••he d••••gs of wit. His verse runs like the tap, and 〈◊〉〈◊〉 invention as the barrell ebs and flows at the mer∣••y of the spiggot. ••he presse is his mint, which stamps him now and ••en a six pence. ••is ••••rses like his cloaths, miserable cento's and ••••ches. Earls Char. 45.

Pope.

••reat Admiral of the Romane sea. ••omes Arch-flamin. That wears the triple crown. ••omes speaking Scripture. ••••ers proud successour.

Poor. v. Beggar.

••••tunes dwarf, prest with the yoke of wringing poverty, •••• man of narrow fate. Shallow, lank fortune. ••••n under unthrifty Planets. Crusht fortunes, Of having no store of any thing but want, lean revenues. ••••age in a plain frame, One whose fortune is out at heels, out at elbows, ••••ke on the wheel of fortune. ••ortunes shoe-soal, next to beast. * 1.1

Whose presented ••akednesse outfaceth, The winds and all the persecution of the Skie, That ea••s the coated onion and the salt, Poorer than Irus.

Earls Char. 67. Porcupine.

That carries on his back an host of P••kes, Brisled with bodkins, arm'd with awls and darts. Like the Stymphalides. On whose fide doth grow Both string and shafts, the quiver and the bow, We armed see With nothing but her own Artilerie, Who seeks no forraign aid with her all go, She to her self is quiver, dart, and bow.

Pox.

Unwomanly disease, Which plows up flesh and blood, And leaves such prints of beauty if he come, As clouted shoon do upon floors of loome. That honey-combs of smoothest faces makes, And of two breast, two colanders, Love shot those darts And made those pits as graves to bury hearts.

Poyson.

The surfet of Echidna. Cerberus foam, Heca••'•• banefull seeds; banefull weeds, Such as grim Cerberus when dragg'd from bell, By the Tyrinthian Heroe vomited, For Theseus such Medea did prepare. Echidna's gore. Such washt the fatall robe, Which Deinira sent to Hercules. The fierie venome deep into his marrow and scorch'd entrals creeps, Which quite drunk up all moisture that should flow Into his vital parts, his palate now And tongue is scortcht and dry, no sweat could go From his tir'd joynt, from eyes no tears could flow. Though he in midst of Tanais did lie, Padus or Rhodonus he would be drie. Worse than any comes From the fel aspects, foul infectious gummes,

Which doth breath, ••••aths secret errand. What an hot summer's ••n my bosome, That all my bowels crumble up to dust, Bid winter come, ••d thrust his icie finger in my maw, Or let all rive••s take their course. Though my burnt veins, intreat the North, To make his bleak w••nds kisse my parched lip, ••••d breath me some cold comfort. v. Hot.

Prayer.

••••ous airs, pious orgies, pious orisons, ••••ch was Deucailon, such was Pyrrha's prayer, To Themis drown'd in water and despair. To ••ear the trembling hands, Then to the stars his hands advancing cryes, To throw the eyes to heaven, He vows to heaven addrest, With eyes and hands to heaven advanc'd he prayes, In accents cloath'd with reverence. With such a fervent grace, as if Devotion had borrowed her body to make of it self a most beautifull representation, with her eyes so lifted to the Skies, as if they had begun to flie thitherward, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 take their place amongst their fellow stars. To pay our pious debts to heaven. T•• pour out the eyes in a petition, The Churches banquet, angels, God•• breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage. The Christian plummet sounding heaven and earth, Engine against the Almighty, sinners tower, ••••versed thunder. Christs side-piercing spear, G••••dnesse of the best, Heaven in ordinary, man well drest, The milkie way, the bird of paradise. Church bells beyond the stars heard, the souls blood. The land of spices, something understood, To invade gods ear with welcome importunity.

Prayse.

••welling encomiums, elogiums. To strew praises in their way. ••o exalt unto the stars.

Prejudice.

The Jaundies in the eyes of the soul.

V. Forms of commending. Presently:

Before the air had cool'd his hasty breath, Ere the quick motion of the eye, Sooner than thought could change its present object.

Pride.

The Magistrate of sins. That solemn vice of greatnesse. That rude vice Of ignorance and pitied greatnesse.

Primrose.

The first born issue of the ••eeming spring. The eldest children of the spring. The springs maidenhead. The firstlings of the winter year, The first appearing beauties of the Spring. The springs first Infants.

Prison. Prisoner.

The grave of the living, the worms that gnaw them, their ow•• thoughts, house of meager looks, and ill smells, where to be out a•• elboows is in fashion, and a great indeco••um not to be thread bare▪

Where a doublet with buttons is more out of fashion than trun l•• breeches, wearing out their life like an old suit, the faster the bet∣ter, it teacheth much wisdome too late, and a man had better b•• a fool than come thither to learn it.

So cursed a piece of land that the son is ashamed to be his fa∣thers heir in it. Banisht at home.

The dunghill of the Law, upon which are thrown the ruines of the Gent••y, and the nasty heaps of decayed bankrupts.

The University of poore Schollars, wherein three arts are chiefly studied to pray, to curse, and to write Letters. A place where all the inhabitants are close fellows, and fast friends, sure men, and such as you may know where to have them. A ••enement which none will take over their heads. Old men and young men there are much alike, for neither go far.

Prodigies. v. Omens. Profound. v. Obscure

Craving a mind, from earth and ignorance refin'd.

Promercheus.

That fet••ht from heaven the living fire. That on the Scythian mountains snowie top Doth th'Eagle with his growing liver feede. J••pe••us bold son that brought from heaven, The sparke of life from Phaebus chariot wheele, For which on C••ucasus he chained lies, And with his heart the eagle satisfies. Shaper of man.

Prophecie. Prophet.

His brest Was by a prophecying rage possest. And the included God inflam'd his mind. To have an entheated breast. Enthusiastick. Gods interpreter. Toucht with adiviner fire, Sees long before, what others will admire Many years hence. Whose words are oracles. Whose soul receives a clear and holy light, Convey'd by the still visions of the night. Heavens familiars. Entrusted with heavens secrets. Gods sacred heralds. Inspired Soules. Sacred Bards.

Proserpina.

Bright Empresse of th'Elysian s••••des. Ceres fair daughter. Queen of Erebus. The Lady of the infernal ghosts. Persephone. T••e Stygian goddesse. Queen of Phlegethon. Pluto's sad wi••e. The sad fac'd Goddesse. Hecate. By Dis stollen from the plains of S••cily. V. Ovid. Met am. lib. 5.

Prosperity.

That lolle on beds of roses. Flowing in a golden swim. ••ladulgent fortune smiles on him. Finding no want of any thing but want. Living in fortunes sunshine. A prosperous gale ••anns courteous wind upon the swelling sayle.

V. Happy. Fortunate. Protesilaus.

By instinct of fate The first that fell in Greece and T••oy's debate. That boldly leapt on the Sygaeum shore. Deceiv'd by sly Ulysses, who before,

Appear'd to have trod upon the fatal strand, But lighted on his shield first thrown to land.

Pro••eus.

Gray prophet of the sea. T•••• juggling sea-god, Blew scalie god that in the sea doth range, Who now a man, a lion now appears, Now a fell boar, a serpents shape now bea••s. A bull with threatning horns now seems to ••, Now like a stone, now like a spreading tree, And sometime like a gentle river flows. Sometimes like fire, averse to water shows.

Proud. v. Ambitious.

Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in his eyes, Misprising what they look on, Which as he goes Kic••s at the earth with a disdainfull scorn, Whose brow is cloath'd with proud disdain, Upon whose surly brow state sits in scorn, As if he meant to tear from heaven their stars, If it be true the giants ere made war against heaven, he had been a fit ensign-bearer of that company, whose thoughts fly a pitch beyond ambition. Looking at himself through a multiplying glasse, and the bigger end of the prospective, He that rides on a winged horse to tell him of his good parts shall come too late, to bring him stale news of what he knew too well before. One of tolerable parts, but intollerable p••ide.

P••re. v. Bright

Pure as the brightest beams sho•• from the sun At his full heigh••.

Pyrates.

That play the parts of tempests in the sea, That with the sea contend to try, Whether can shew a greater cruelty, Sea-vermin, Seas water rats. That act the part of ••empests in the seas.

Pyth••go••as.

The first that called himself Philosopher.

••••mian wiseman. That held the transmigration of the soul, •• first his Funies five years silence taught.

V. Ovid. Met. Lib. 5.

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