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.

To sail.

North winds invite to seas, and prosperous gales ••••ng in their shrouds, they hast to trim their sails, And fell with Sicilie on the sixth day, To brest the surge, to slice the swelling sea, They hoise their sails, And plow the foaming brine with prosperous gales, Neptunes moist wildernesse they plow, To ride upon the broak back of the sea.

To beat the ••oamie ocean with their oars, Riding in triumph on the brisled wave, They sat and plied Their polisht oars, and did in curls divide Their white head waters. The foamie seas beneath their labour shook. Ransack the seas, The gently fanning blasts made dandling play Upon our sails.—Our oars we ply. Slice up the foam, sweep the blew waves on high, And with our nimble oars, We brush the flood, and glide off from the shores. The waves do shreek to feel Their slicing Oars, and at each cut they roar, Belching their angry foam upon the shore, Slicing their wavie way. To ••urrow up the briny sea, The keel begins t' obey Her gentlerudder, leaves her quiet key Divides the streams, and without wind or oar, She eas'ly glides along the moving shore, Her swelling canvas gives her nimbler motion, O••tstrips the tide, and hies her to the Ocean, Forth to the deep she lancheth and outbraves The prouder billows, rides upon the waves, She plies that course, her compasse hath enjoyn'd her, And soon hath left the lessen'd land behind her, That guide their winged wains On th' azure forehead of the liquid plains, Which when the proud bark feels, Scorns the salt waves should kiss her ••urrowing keel And trickt in all her flag, her self she braves, Capring for joy upon the silver waves, The frolick wind playes with the pregnant sail, And courts her linnen sides. To sweep Neptunes smooth face, and cleaves the yielding deep The Sails conceive and grow big bellied with the wanton winds, To plow the bosome of the floods. Full Sails. Wing his successefull course. The crooked vessell chases the drenching seas. He bids them lanch the ship witho••t delay, And fit her tacklings. The Seamen call aboard in double ranks, Reduce their oars uprising from the banks.

••h equal strokes.—from shore, ••he Vessel drives, and thence her object bore, ••er following eyes the flying ship pursue.