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.

S.

To sacrifice.

HOnoring the Deities with the large expence Of blood, free gifts and heaps of Frankincense. The blood Gush from the oxen in a purple flood, And on the altar spout their streams of gore, Who praying new born flames with incense fed, And bowls of wine on marble altars shed, They holy fumes present to all the gods, The entrals laid On burning altars, to the gods convey'd An acceptable smell, The sacred flames S••bean gums devour, And blaze on altars cround about with flowers, Scaling the Welkin with their sacred fumes, The crooked horned rams now at the shrine, With their perfumes do cloud the sun, With thankfull incense all the altars smoak, The altars do with joyfull incense flame, To feast the altars with blood and odours, With prayer to mix perfumes, And sacred fires, with incense feeding pray. Congested incense burns, And chearfully with horns gilt offerings pay Religious vows. On the altars pour the wine. Girt with tapers hol•• shine. With fire he feeds the altars, richly feasts The gods with gifts, whole Hecatombs of beasts, Their horns with ribbonds wreath'd imbrew the ground, The ax doth beat the ox, his curled crown, With Wine being poured betwixt his horns falls down An hund••ed bulls with garlands crown'd Are p••id to Jove, The sacrificed beasts the ground shall beat, And bright Religious fires the welkin hea••, Send gratefull incense up in pious smoke

We will choke The fires with weighty lumps ••f richer gums, ••d send perfum'd clouds to the heavenly seats ••a continued thankfulnesse, ••••h smoakie Hecatombs, and mealy showers, They pay their rites unto the sa••red powers.

Sad.

A sadnesse dwells upon the cheek, ••••sting the tender Roses growing there, ••a confused conflict of the mind, ••ars drowning sighs, and sighs drying up tears, ••olumes of sad despair writ in his looks ••••e legible. Sorrow looks ou•• at his eyes, Those eyes look through their tears. v. Sorrowfull.

Sappho.

••he Lesbian Lyrick. The Lyrick maid. The Lesbian tenth Muse add••d to the nine. The Lesbian Poetesse. That doted on the Lesbian boy.

Satyrs.

The troop that frolick on the lawns, That load their shaggie sides with bells, Which as they shall strike a time, •••• their dance do make a chime, ••rions shaggie footed race, The goat-hair'd gods, that love the grassie mountains. The wanton gods, the lecherous deities, Rurall D••ities. Countrey gods.

Satyricall. v. Critick.

••••ttering snaks in every line. That shoot malicious noise and vomit gall, Full of gall, hurl••ink and wit As mad men stones, not caring who they hit. Lycambean stile.

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.

Sails.

••anvas wings, flags, pennons, banners, streamers, linne•• ••gs, linnen sides, swelling canvas.

Sailour.

A pitch'd piece of reason, calkt and tackled, and onely studied to ••pute with tempests. •• wisdome is the coldest part about him, still pointing towards •• North, in a storm it is disputable, whether the noise be more •• or the elements, and whether first will leave of scolding. •• coach-men, Sea-waggoners, that drive their winged wains O•• th' azure forehead of the liquid plains.

Schollar. v. Learned. Student. Scylla.

Cha••ybdis ••urly opposite, which in her covered caves, With sharp fang'd mouth, sucks the ships from the waves. ••ward a man, downward a comely maid, Whose lower parts like an huge Whale are made, All of wolves wombs, and Dolphins tails are said To be engenderd.

Sea.

The wavie angry, curled deep. The curled Main. The bubling ball. The swelling Main-Brine. Deep. The boyling gulf, The floating globe, Masse, The boundlesse moat, The rivers Rendesvous. The brinie ball, Neptunes Royall seat, mo••st Skie. Thetis large cells. Thetis large wa••••y bowers. The h••nging thin, sad ••lippery water-ball. Neptunes watry front, the watry camp, plain. The silver brine. The brinie regions. Lower heavens. The glassie deep, watry wildernesse. The place where salt and fresh waves meet. Nereus wavie round. Th' insulting Main. The r••ging, aged, deep, toyling Main. Neptunes soft skies. Fishie skies, fishie world. The huge whalt-bearing lake. Fishie Monarchy. Nepe••nes confluence. The worlds vast moat. Neptunes liquid soil. The watry floor. Neptunes vast, watry Regiment. Mother of Rivers.

That bound which to the worlds extreamest ends, Endlesse her self, her liquid arms extends. The stable of horse-fishes, the stall of kine-fishes, the stie of ho•• fishes, the kennell of dog-fishes, the Ape of the land. The watry desart, solitude. Inconstant deep. Which with spread arms stands ready for the tender Of daily tribute, which the swoln floods render Into her Chequer, whence as worthy kings, She helps the wants of thousand lesser springs. The briny lake. Tempestuous desart, The rugged element, That spatious cistern whence doth flow Refreshing streams, rivers and springs That fill earths dugs the hills, Thetis glassie bower. Where in Corall groves. The wanton mermaids sporting with their loves. Blue Thetis boundlesse arms. Neptunes liquid belt, Thetis wet Empire. The floating kingdoms. The weltring waves, oozy channel The kingdome of the watry Jupiter, Where thousand dangers sleep In the smooth bosome of the deep, Paved with native Jewels, The watry kingdome whose ambitious head Spits in the face of heaven, The beachie girdle of the Ocean.

Secret. v. Silent.

Uncrannied, free from the bold intrusion of an eye, Unwitness'd imbosom'd, cloystered, enchested, boxed, wound up in mind, sequestered, lurking, Free from all mens superintendency.

Sectary.

Meteor of flame and zeal. Ignis fatuus of Religion. Religious Alchymist. Diseased Apocrypha, corrupting the T••x••, A piece of ill directed zeal. Affecting singularity, beyond the Churches unity.

Sences.

The cinque ports of the soul. The understandings portalls. Temptations in Cinque port, shops of vanity.

••••e subtle Organs of delight.

September.

The time wherein just Libra weighs ••he hours and makes the nights equall with dayes, When the year resigns. ••he glorious sun up to the watry signs, Which through the clouds looks on the earth in scorn, The little birds, yet to salute the morn, ••••on the naked branches set their foot, The leaves now lying on the mossie root, ••••d there a seely chirping do they keep, •••• though they fain would sing, yet fain would weep, ••raising fair summer that too soon is gone, Or sad for winters too fast coming on.

Sepulcher. v. Grave. Tomb. Serpent. v. Snake.

A glittering comb, his sl••ppery head invests, ••••stead of eyes two sparkling rubies swell. ••••ps up the air, and sinks into himself, He hurls His wanton body into numerous curls, Yreath'd into scaliy folds, bound up in s••imie toists, Hiffing within their knotty curls, Gathered in folds shoots out his forked tongue. Swindging the scaly horrour of his folded tail.

Serving man.

Cast behind his Master, as his sword or cloak. For his head he hath little use of it, but to keep it bare. He hath wit enough if he can comprehend common sense and a ••••encher. One that keeeps the best company, and is none of it, For he knows all the Gentlemen his master knows.

Sexton.

The last of tailours, that ne'r takes measure, whilst there is hope of a new suit. That gives deceased bones their quiet mansion. Deaths bed maker. Conversing with the graves. And Charnel house.

Shade.

The native Screen. The leavie coverture, A place to shun The scorching fury of the sun.

An awfull shade, The meeting boughs exiling Phoebus made, Natures green network. Leavie Canopie, Which fortifies the visage from the sun, The bushie tops do bid the sun forbear, And checks, the proud beams that would enter there, Whose leaves still muttering, as the air doth breath With the sweet bubling of the Spring beneath, Doth rock the senses whilst the small birds sing, Lulled asleep with gentle murmuring, Where lightfoot Fairies sport at prison baies. The pleasing lining of the trees. Where the trees so lovingly enterlaced one another, that th•••• could resist the strongest violence of eye-sight. Where beauty might beguile the sun from looking on her. A rampier against the sunns rage, Where the shadows seem to woe The love-sick passenger to come and sit, And view the beauties nature strows on it Where every tree Embrac'd his neighbour to an unity. Nature in leavie Ne••work arbours made, Sconce from the suns distempers. A bulwark from the suns invasion, The shelter from the suns off••nsive rage, The leavie vales which Phoebus beams keep out.

Shadows.

The fleeting shades which run In full extent unto the setting sun. Those coy brown nymphs which flie if you pursue, Which if you flie make hast to follow you.

Shame. v. Blush.

His fair cheeks covered with pale sheets of shame.

Sheep.

That gentle beast Whose udders swell with Nectar and invest Exposed man with their soft wooll and are Alive than dead more profitable far. The curled bleating flocks, Whose fleecy loins bear thri∣ving burdens. The shepherds fleecy train, bleating charge. The pre••y lambs with bleating oratory Crave the dams comfort. Fleecy numbers.

••eecie troopes. The shepheards skipping traine.

Shepherd. v. Swain.

In secure silence wears away his time. And better is acquainted with himselfe, Than others, who so great a stranger is ••o city ••ollies, that he knowes them not. ••e sits all day upon some mossie hill, His rural throne, arm'd with his hook; his scepter, A flowry garland is his country crowne: The gentle lambs and sheepe his loyal subjects. Which every year pay him their fleecy tribute. Thus in an humble statelin••ss•• and majesty, ••e tunes his pipes, the woods best melody. ••en that want but little, because they desire not much. Wi••h whose face the sun hath had too much familiarity. That on his scrannel oaten pipe doth sing His rural ditties.

Amorous Shepheards and gamesome.

Dorilus. Phili••ides. Celandine. Col•• clout. Doridon. Thenot. Pie••s. N••lkin. Duddy. Hobbin. Alexis, Sylvan. Teddy. Rowly. Perigot. Willy. Philocel. Cleon. The••••ylis. Strephon. Claius. Roger. Rocket, Rollo. Remond. Dover. ••••ptol. Thomalin. Jockin. Philos. Cladon. Palinode. Wernock.

Shepheardesses.

Kala. Phillis. Amarillis. Chloe. Phloe. Marina. Marinda. F••da. Rosaline. Walla. Pastorella. Sylvia. Dorinda. Melina. Lycoris. Galataea. Laurinda. Lalage. Neaera.

Shining. v. Bright.

Be••ming, sparkling, glittering, spangling, radian••. Brighter than the vestal fire. ••ike T••gus, or Pactolus golden sand. Throwing, darting a piercing beam. Whose luster far excells All that is found in mines, or fishes shells.

Ship.

Hulke, pinnace, gally, carrack, barke, fregate.

Floating bowers, castles. VVooden horses. S••a-coaches, sea-wagons. Floating houses. Linnen winged sea fowle. VVater-treaders. The winged pine. Bridging the Ocean. The birds with woven wings. Skarfed barke. Sea horse. The billowes tennis ball. The waves shuttlecocks. Thin-rib'd bark. Reeling vessell. Crooked vessell. VVinged castles of the sea. Bottome. Skiffe. Cray. Scallop. Flying towers Bring home to us, and make both Indies ours.

Shipwrack. v. Tempest.

The ship as it were tearing out her own bowells, to feed the sea greedinesse, leaving nothing within it, but despaire of safety, an•• expectation of a loathsome end.

Some sate upon the poupe, weeping and wailing till the sea swal¦lowed them, some more able to abide death, than fear of death, c•••• their own throats, to prevent drowning, some prayed, & there wan¦ted not them which cursed, as if the heavens could not be more an¦gry, than they were.

A monstrous cry begotten of many voices was able to affect with a fear, a mind that had not prevented it by reason.

The precious wares give more, And makes addition unto Neptunes store, Spice all the waters, and enrobe The roaring billowes with the rustling silke. The Tyrian goods Enrich the wealth-devouring floods. v. Sea fight.

Shoote.

To send an arrow from the ••wanging bow. To dischar••ge the bow. A winged flight, The archer drew, which flew as swift as sight. He took the arrow by the nock, and to his bended brest, The oxie sinew close he drew, even till the pile did rest Upon the bosome of the bow, his strength an orb did make. To make a••re sigh with darts. The nock stands to the string, so strong she drew, That both the horne ends meete. The feather'd wood they from their bowes let fly. To set on wing a dart. And in his side he lodg'd the dart. The arrow takes a sad rest in his heart. The barbed head shot through his breast.

Shoulder.

Where neck and brest their native closure take.

Shout. v. Noyse. Loud.

To tear the aire. A voice that purchas'd every ear. Loud exclamat••ons cleave the yeilding aire.

Sibyll.

Aged Prophetesse. Cumaean ma••d. Euboan virgin. Amphrisian Prophetesse. Persian, Libyan, Delphian, Cumaean, Erythraean, Samian, Hel espontan, Tyburtine, Albunean, Cuman. That on loose leaves left writ their prophesies. The frantick prophetesse. Who in her deep steep rock doth prophecie, And all her notes and names in leaves she writes, And what in leaves she written leaves, indites •••• meeter modules, and locks in her cave, And there untoucht they lye in order brave, But if the door being ope the wind displace them, And out of door the whilking puffs do chase them. She never cares to catch them in again.

Sicknesse. v. Feaver.

The moth of nature. The fighting humours. The harmony of nature out of rune. The bodies tempest, earthquake. The dissolution of the bodies league. That wholly puts a man into the hands of the phisitian. That makes all the chaires and stooles in his chamber ••••ke phisick. Deaths harbenger.

Sighs. To Sigh.

The legates, interpreters, issue, daughters, off spring, ••mbassadours, &c. of imbosom'd griefs. That sad warme aire. Sobs every accent part, And sighs ascend from her astonisht heart. His burning sighs inflame the aire. Sad sounds, aires, breath. Those killing accents. A deep-fetcht breath, which seem'd of power to ki•• The breast that held it. T••ers and sighs, The stormes and showers of nature. From the hearts center hal'd. That gently whispering wind.

My thoughts imprison'd in my secret woes, Wi••h flamy breaths doth issue oft in sound. As if the heart wedg'd with a sigh, Would rend in twain. The burning breath. Those sad disturbers of the quiet aire. Du••••be language of the soul opprest. Teaching the angry wind to sigh. Grinding a groane. Cloying the bosome of the idle aire. Her sighs in stormes arise, And ill aboding tears burst from her eyes.

Signe.

B••dge, token, livery, cognisence, argument, witnesse, Testimony, symptome, symbol, crisis, signal, remonstrance, Probate, hierogliphick, embleme, character.

Silent. Silence.

The grave of thoughts. As silent as the house of sleepe. No crested fowles shrill crowing here awake The chearful morne, no barking sentinel Here guards, nor geese, who wakefull dogs excell, Beasts tame or savage, no wind-shaken boughs, Nor strife of jarring tongues with noises rouse Secured ease No door here on their creeking hinges jard As still as midnight. Clamour grew dumbe, unheard was shepheards tongue, And silence girt the woods, no warbling tongue Talkt to the Eccho. Sa••yres broke their dance, And all the upper world lay in a trance. Silent as death. As the shade, where chaos lay before the winds were made Only the curled streams soft chidings kept, And litle gales that from the green leafe swept, D••y summers dust in fearfull whispering stird, As loath to waken any singing bird.

To be Silent.

Silence ties up her tongue. Now silence lockt the organs of her voice. To lock his thoughts within his silent breast. The secrets of nature. Have not a greater gift of silence. Give it an understanding but no tongue. My tongue shall never take knowledge of a word Delivered to me in nature of your trust.

I am Harpocrates. When you discover secrets to him you hide them. Concealed in eternal night. My tongue shall be close prisoner to my heart. To silence she her lips confin'd. To seale the lips.

Silk-wormes.

Those little weavers that their t••ske so ply, And work so fast on leaves of mulbery, The Persian wormes, whose weary summer toyles So long hath been the rusling Courtiers spoiles.

Sing. Song. v. Sweet sounding.

Sweetly breake the ye••lding aire. With her voice embalmes the aire. Sonnets, laies, roundelaies, carrolls, canzons, warbles, Descants, stanzos, well-divided breath. Harmonious aire.

Skin.

The bodies alabaster sheath. The native shi••t. The bodies oldest clothes.

Silenus.

The foster father to the God of wine. Who when he reele•• from his dull asse, the cries Of Satyrs eccho, rise up Fa••her rise. Who weakly hangs upon his tardy asse. That ••ald bigge bellied Satyr. That with a reed holds up his ••e••ling limbs.

Sisyphus.

That rolls in vain The stone which rolled up, falls down again.

Sleepe.

The peace of minds from whose abodes. Care ever flies, restoring the decay Of toyle-tyr'd limbes to labour burthening day. The s••iken fumes ••hat do the sences bind, The rescue from all cares, In soft slumbers binding every sence. Pains ••asiest salve, which doth fulfil, A••l offices of death except to kill. The drowsie publican Robbing a man of half that litle span, Nature hath lent his life. Sergeant of the night. Whose charge it is, those breaches to repaire,

Which nature takes from sorrow, toyle and care, Rest to the limbes, and quiet she confers. To troubled minds. She which of fumes, and humid vapours made, Ascending doth the seat of sence invade. That steeps The weary temples in the dew of sleepe. Thou charme to all our cares, that art Of humane life the better part. Wing'd issue of a peacefull mother, Of rigid death the elder brother, Father of dreams, of life the port. Daies sweet repose, and nights consort. To kings and vaslals equal free, The labour tyr'd refresht by thee. Who man, whom death doth terrifie, Inu••'st continually to die. Astraeas drowsie son. Deaths leiger-embassadour, drowsie brother, The sleepy counterfeit of death. That shorter death. The king of rest. Arrester of the sence, Morpheus bayliffe; The ape of death. Drowsie image of cold death. Natures opium. Care charmer sleepe, son of the sable night. Brother to death in silent darknesse born••. Whom night breeds in her gloomy wombe, Now borne, with ease and silence feeds. That strikes all with her horny wand. Glad in cotton, shod in wooll. Rubbing his eyes with poppy, and doth presse. The yellow night shade and blew gladiols juyce, Wherewith his sleep-swo••l'n heavy eyes he glewes. Drawn by dull bears within a noyselesse coach. The sweet refresher of the wearied sence. As quiet as the dead of night. The respit of the vitall spirits, The certain knot of peace, The baiting place of wit, the balme of wo••. The poor mans wealth, the prisoners release. Th'••ndifferent judge between the high and low. Soft nu••se of nature. Dull God that on the high and giddy mast

Seales up the the ship-boyes eyes, and rocks his brain. In cradle of the rude imperious surge. He that knits up the ravell'd sleave of ••are. The death of each dayes life. Sore labours bath. Balme of hurt minds. Great natures second course. Chief nourisher in lifes feast. Peacefull sleepe, All care and anguish doth in Lethe steepe. When sleep his poppy on the temples sh••ds. The humble God that dwells In cottages and smoaky cells, Hates gilded roofes and beds of doune, And though he fears no princes frowne. Flies from the circle of a crowne. The powerfull God, That his leaden charming rod, Dipt in the Lethean lake Over wakefull temples shakes. Great son of night within an ebon cell, Where softest slumbers do delight to dwell, Binding the scattered sence with silver wand. Amid whose ebon cave a downy bed High mounted stands, with sable coverings spread, Where lies the lazie God dissolv'd in rest, Fantastick dreams which various formes exprest, About him lay. v. Sand. Ovid Met. lib. 11. p. 382.

To sleepe.

Now Morpheus le••den key lockt up the sence. Morpheus the drowsie sergeant of the night Laid on his eyes his sable mace. Sleepe bathes himself within her eyes. More proud than Phaebus of his throne of gold, Is the soft God, those softer limbes to hold, Nor would exchange w••th Jove to hide the skie In darkening clouds, the power to close her eye. T••e God of sleepe Whiskes a wet branch of soporiferous dew, Whose stigi••n strength he ore his eye browes threw, Which soon his rolling eyes with sleepe ore-laid, The leaden God sits on his eyes. Sweet sleepe did then the weary limbs compose. Then heavy sleepe the eye-lids did surprize, And drew those fringed curtains of the eyes.

Struck by sleepes horny wand new dipt in Leth••, In drowsie flight, Morpheus with lazie wings doth on them light. Sleepe, Their drowsie lids doth in his Lethe steepe, To pay their drowsie vowes at Mo••pheus shrine. As if he had drunk Lethe, and made even, with heaven. The dew of sleepe descends And locks up her faire lights in pleasing slumbers. To recommend themselves to deaths elder brother. Swallowing sleepe with open mouth, making such a noise with all, as none could lay the stealing of a nap to her charge. Making their pillowes weak props of overladen hea••••▪ Sleepe begins with heavy wings To hatch upon the eyes. As fastly lockt up in sleep, as guil••lesse labour, when it lies starkly in the travellers bones. On their eyes daeth-counterfeiting sleepe, With leaden leggs and bat••y wings doth creepe, Sleepe gives a soft attachment to the sences. Sleep drawes the fringed curtains of her eyes. Sleep payes her nightly tribu••e to her eyes. Whose eyes are stroakt with Hermes drowsie rod. Sleep opprest his heavy eyes. The eyes vaile to the God of sleepe. Sleepe enchains the sences. Nigh••s heavy charmes Had ••l••••'d his eyes. Sleep with brooding wings, S••ft slumbers on his heavy eyelids flings. Night shed her poppy on her eyes. The night had clo••'d her fieled ••yelids. Sleepe creeps upon her yeilding sences. They give the rest of night to soft repose. Charm'd, lull'd with so••t sl••epe. They drown the night in sle••pe. Death doth embrace him in his leaden arme••▪ The meeting eyelids conclude a peaceful league. In sleepes wherein the last trumpe scarce could wake The guiltlesse, dead, clay. Soft sleepe doth close His guarded eyes, with undisturb'd repose.

Sleep through his power diffus'd. ••is golden humour. ••orpheus had wav'd his Mace o'•• both his eyes. Soft-finger'd sleep, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 silken co••dage binds the weary sense, Sleep surfets on their weary eyelids. Till sleep The juncture of their joynts and nerves did sleep •••• his dissolving humour, And all that all his labour could comprise, Quickly concluded in his closed eyes With drowsie charms, ••ind sleep bewitcheth thee into his arms, ••••mbring in a melting rest.

Slow.

As the slow pac'd-Snail. The Tardy asse. A To••toise speed, a Spaniards stride, ••••ke the musing Alderman. The plotting States-man, Slow as the river T••ras. Moves with such speed, As prisoners to a Psalm, that cannot read.

Smooth.

As the polisht marble. As sleekest Parian stone. S••oother than Chrystall ice. As smooth as oyl. As Monumental alabaster. Smooth as the stream, where none can say, He doth this drop to that prefer. Smooth as the Eunuchs cheek, chin, Such looks Jove wore, when in the shape of bull He did Europa court. Smooth as the face of waters first appear'd, ••••tides began to strive, or winds were heard. Smooth as the brow of love.

Snake. v. Serpent.

Two gliding snakes extending, Their speckled breasts, and flamie main all bending Above the main their ugly odious ••ail, And backs with fearfull folds do wrigling trail, Their gogling eyes flashing forth blood and fire, Their hissing mouths, sharp tongues do stench expire. The scaly monster roling on the sand Inspatious windings.

The severall snakes that out of Lyb••a's flime Are bred, might all have been combin'd in him, Nor could Medusa's head had all the blood, In one place faln produce a greater brood, Whose speckled belly with more spots is deckt, Than various Theban Marble takes. Ennamell'd skin, Which hissing from his den appears Amazing both at once, the eyes, and ears. Fire from his threatning eyes, like lightning sho••, And Stygian blasts exhal'd from his dire throat.

Snow.

In silver flakes an heavenly wooll doth fall. The feather'd rain. The hoarie heaps. The silver gray which shivering winter bea••s, The falling showers congeal'd by freezing winds▪ Cold down, that makes the fields look old, The drift wind shakes Black clouds in p••eces, pulling plumie fl••kes From their soft bosome, Jove in a silver shower. The watry fleece. Snow periwigs the hills. v. Winter.

Socrates.

He whom Apollo wises•• thought of men. Sophroniscus prudent son. The grave Philo••opher. Whom the cold draught of hemlock forc'd to die. Plato's great master. The Masons learned son. Xenocrates great master. Instructor of the learned Xenophon, The patient husband of the scolding wife. Xantippes patient husband, Whose Copper image Athens did adore, Admiring dead, whom they contemn'd before, Who with convicting reasons did strike dumb (Instructed by his great Daemonium) All his opponents. The Pagan Martyr.

Soft.

As the childhood of the Morn. As the lust full bed, Soft as young down, Trim'd up and made for Queen Semiramis, To whose soft seisure The cygnets down is ha••sh, and spirit of sence, Hard as the plowmans hand. Soft as the down of S••vans. Have you felt the wool of Beaver, Or the nap of velvet ever,

Or the down of thistles? These it doth excell as much 〈◊〉〈◊〉 the softnesse of the touch, As they do urchins bristles. ••••ft as the airie plumes of thistly down, ••oft as Euganean wooll. Soft as the Ladies hand, ••oft as the velvet hand of sleep, ••s bath'd in the soft streams of Salmacis, Of a yielding pliancy. Soft as the pliant wax. ••ofter far than tufts of unwrought silk. ••ofter than Beavers skins, Which when the hands do touch, they find from thence, ••••ch pleasure they contract, and lose all s••nce. Soft as the balmie dew. Soft as the hand of love. Soft as the godded swan, or Venus dove, Soft as the down of Phoenix. As cotton from the Indian tree, Or prety silkworms huswifer••.

Sorrowfull. v. Sad. Melancholy.

Setting forth in a darkned countenance, a dolefull copie of his ••••oughts, and that he was going to speak, Carrying in his countenance the evident marks of a sorrowfull ••eak mind supported by a weak body. An heart full of unquiet motions. ••••king a piteous war with her fai•• hair, With such vehemency of passion, as if his heart would climb up ••••to his mouth to take his tongues office, As if he were but the coffin to carry himself to his sepulcher▪ S••asoning his words with sighs. A face wherein there lies Clusters of clouds, which no calm ever clears, Whose every gesture accused her of sorrow, In••ecting each thing she looks upon so with her griefs, that all ••hings about her seem'd to mourn to see her. In whose eyes sad discontentment sits. Bearing a plurisie of griefs about her. A living coffin to her cares. In silent sorrow drown'd. Excesse of sorrow scarce gives way To the relief of words. Anchor'd down with cares in seas of woe. A living coarse.

Suffering sorrow to dresse her self in her beauty. Shunning all comfort, she seem'd to have no delight, but in •••• king her self the picture of misery. Bearing sorrows triumph in her heart. His senses carried to his mind no delight from any of th•• objects. In the book of beauty nothing to be read but sorrow.

Sitting in such a g••v••n over manner, one would have though•• lence, solitarinesse, and melancholy were come under the ens•• of mishap to conquer delight, and drive him from his naturall •••• of beauty.

Giving grief a free dominion. A face whose skin's in sorrow dy'd. With a countenance witnessing she had before hand passed thro•••• so many sorrows, that she had no new to look for. Sorrow melts down his lead into my boyling breast. An heart as full of sorrow as the sea of sand, Sits her down on the bare earth, As her grief and sorrow were so great, That no supporter but the huge firm earth Could hold it up. Grieving no lesse than did that Theban wife To see brave Hectors body robb'd of life. Drawn by Theflali••n ho••ses, Whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wandring stars and makes them stand. As wonder wounded hearers, So Priam griev'd, when ••e too late did find The Grecian horse with armed men was lin'd. Sad Agamemnon had such eyes, When he beheld his daughters sacrifice. Distilling even th' Elixar, and the spirit of tears, And mov'd without a soul, So swift Achilles lookt, then when he sent His lov'd Briseis to Alcides tent. Deep sorrow sat upon his eyes, drown'd in discontent, Whose heavy heart the height of sorrow crown'd, Tears were but barren shadows to expresse The substance of his grief. Vail'd with sorrows wing. A heart as high in sorrow as ere creature wore, And with a voice that floods from rocks might borrow, That feels a tempest in his soul, the soul eclipsed▪

With a face as sad, grief could paint, wanting no art to borrow, ••••edlesse help to counterfeit a sorrow. ••••ing beneath the tyranny of grief. ••••ds still, some pitying God 〈◊〉〈◊〉 him to marble. ••••aetontiades, Niobe. Orpheus for Euridice, Andromache Hector and Astianax. Egeus for Theseus supposed dead, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 for her sons. Daedalus for Icarus, Progne. ••••gone leading her blind father Oedipus. Autonoe for Actaeon, •••• compared with this sorrow, deserve not the names of grief.

V. Miserable. Tears. Sighs. Weep. Souldier. v. Valiant.

That layes his head, ••••aps on some rude turf, and sadly feels •••• nights cold damps wrapt in a sheet of steel, Whose ears ••••cted in the language of the drum, •••• chase brave employments with their naked sword, •••• march all day in massie steel, the armed throng, •••• glory vying child of fame, •••• from deep wounds sucks forth an honour'd name, •••• thinks no purchase worth the stile of good, •••• what is sold for sweat, and seal'd with blood, •••• for a point, a blast of empty breath, ••••aunted gazeth in the face of death. 〈◊〉〈◊〉 perfume their heads with dust and sweat,

Though his sword went faster than eye sight could follow it, yet ••own judgement went still before it. Wars dustie honours that 〈◊〉〈◊〉.

•••• by the genius of the camp. •••• husbandman of valour, his sword the plough, ••••ming with more prints in his body, than pence in his pocket. ••••t walks in clouds of powder and blue mists, ••••ead of wealthy bracelets on their wrists, ••ear chain shot—That in the field, •••• at a breach hath taken on his shield, •••• darts than Romane Sceva, that hath spent ••ny a cold December in no tent, •••• such as earth and heaven make, that hath been, ••••cept in iron plates, not long time seen, ••••n whose body may be plainly told

More wounds than his lank purse doth alms deeds hold, The twigs of the rod of war, wherewith God scourgeth a want nation into repen••nce. When the sword is once drawn, he wisheth all scabbards cut in pie••••

Soul.

The heavenly spark, the better part of man. Of a fair lodging, brigh••er guest. The bodies inmate. The rationall and nobler part. The bodies Tenant, The best first part, the Monarch of the breast. The bodies best perfume.

Souls departed.

Spirits which have thrown away All their envious weights of clay, And by their glorious troops supply The glorious winged Hierarchy, Whom their great Creators sight, Inebriateth with delight. Spirits imparadised. Freed souls. Uncaged spirits, Flidge souls, that leave their shells. Uncased, unorganed, unsheathed souls. Ghosts repurified, unhoused, uncloathed souls, That have put on the glistering Pall Of immortality. That clothed be In garments wove of immortality. Divorced, infranchised, refined souls, That have put off their gowns of clay.

Harsh sound.

The bells in pestilence ne'r made like sound, The croaking raven, or the engendring toad. The mandrakes shriek not half so harsh. Killing accents. No harsher news did ever strike the ear. Heart-wounding news. Sinking the soul with the report. Where truth is worse than any forgeri••, Where we may curse the mouth that doth not lie, Where fame goes off with a most sad report, Oh wound us not with sad a tale, for bear To presse our grief too much, we cannot hear, This all at once, such heavy news as these Must gently sink into us by degrees, Let us digest This first, then try our patience with the rest, Practise us first in lighter griefs that we

〈◊〉〈◊〉 grow at last strong for this Tragedy, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 it in whispers and uncertainty, •• some new unauthoriz'd b••zze without ••••ason or warrant to confirme our doubt.

South.

Where Auster vailes, ••••d heavens with clouds, and earth with showers assails.

Sew.

The cunningest painter might have learn'd of her needle, which ••••h so pretty a manner made his careere to and fro•• through the ••••h, as if the needle would have been loth to have gone from such ••••istresse, but that it hoped to returne thitherward very quickly a∣••in, the cloth looking with many eyes upon her, and lovingly em∣••••acing the wounds she gave it, the shears were also at hand to be∣••••d the silk that was grown too short. And if at any time she 〈◊〉〈◊〉 it to her mouth to bite it off, it seemed that where she had been ••••g making roses with her hands, she would in an instant make ••••ses with h••r lips, the lillies seemed rather to have whitenesse of ••e hand that made them, than the matter they were made of, and 〈◊〉〈◊〉 they grew there by the suns of her eyes, refreshed by that aire ••hich an unawares sigh might bestow upon them.

Like artificial Gods creating flowers.

Sparke.

••s fire his strength being wasted, hides his head ••n the white ashes sleeping, though not dead. Who ever saw a dying sparke of fire, ••••ke in warme embers, till some breath inspire ••••orc't revival, how obscure it lies, And beeing blowne, glimmers awhile and dies. ••••eping in his ashy bed.

Speake.

To breake the yeilding aire. His tongue begun his taske. His lip•• he thus unlocks, unseal••. ••o present the aire with. To salu••e the ears. To cloath the thoughts in airy garments. To forme a speech, to shape a voice. And wings gave to this speech. To digest his thoughts in words. As if a God did break The aire amongst us, and vou••hsafe to speak.

He straight divides The portals of his lips, and thus repl••'d, His lips such accents break. To unseal the red virgin wax. To break the bars of silence. Open once more those rosie twins. Op••ning the cherrie of her lips. The conceptions of the mind discharge their birth.

Spider.

Industrious Spinster. That weaves the waving tiffany, That on high rafters layes her thin spun net To catch the buzzing flie, That weaves her own Lawn hanging canopie, Ingenious spinner, twining with her feet What from her bowels comes.

Spinne.

To twine the carded wooll, The carded wooll, With following twine their busie fingers pull, And with soft murmures draw the teased wool, From their small spindles twerl the twining thread.

A Spring or Fountain.

Chrystall riverlings purl on the pebbles, The lesser daughters of the sea. Edged with poplar trees, Where Chrystal springs do wooe the meeker ground, And makes the pebbles dance unto their sound, The Chrystall spring Got newly from the earths imprisoning. The Chrystall current of the plains, The water turns in many a ring, As if it staid to hear the wood quire sing, The water so transparent, pure, and clear, That had the self enamour'd boy gaz'd here, So fatally deceiv'd he had not been, While he the bottome, not his face had seen. A Chrystall rill, Gently di••burd'ned from a swelling hill, Which from the green side of a flowry bank, Eat down a channell, where the wood nymphs drank. That smileth as she floats, And in her face so many dimples show, And often skips, as it did dancing go,

Whose fretful waves beating against the hill 〈◊〉〈◊〉 all the bottom with soft mutterings fill. The murmuring brooke That wantons through the meadowes. Sweet springs in which a thousand nimphes did play. ••oft rumbling brooks that gentle slumber drew. By whose falls, ••elodious birds sing madrigalls. •• babling spring that trips upon the stones, ••nd with soft murmure rocks the sence asleepe. The Christal Nymph. The flowing deity. •• bubling spring with streams as clear as glasse▪ ••n chiding by, enclos'd with matted grasse. A Chrystal spring, Presenting the impartial shapes of things.

The spring.

••regnant with flowers, now the spring Like a new bride appears, ••hose feather'd musick only bring Caresses, and no requiem sing. On the departed year, The earth like some rich wanton heire, Whose parents conffind lie, ••orgets it once lookt pale and bare, And doth for vanities prepare, As if spring nere would die. ••hen temperate breath, ••••es to the glad fields truitful birth. ••h' enamour'd spring soft blush••s blowes. Upon the roses cheeks. The south inspires, Life in the spring, and gathers into quires The sca••ter'd nightingales. Now th' astonisht spring, ••ears in the aire the feather'd people sing. The easie spring ••••icht with odours, wantons on the wing ••f th' Easterne wind. ••••ir Mistresse of the earth with garlands crown'd, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 out her flowry wealth. The trees put on their leavy hats, Then glad earth gives new liveries to the trees, When sturdy Aries ushers in the spring.

Now each creature joyes the other Passing happy dayes and houres, One bird reports unto another, In the fall of silver showers, Whilst the earth our common mother, Hath her bosome deckt with flowers, Whilst the greatest tofch of heaven, W••th bright raies warmes Flora's lap, Making nights and daies both even, Chearing plants with fresher sap. When proud pyde April drest in all his trim, H••th put a spirit of youth in every thing, That heavy Saturn laught and leapt with him. The summers front. The foyzen of the year, When nightingales do hush the silent night, When nightingales do sing the sun asleepe. And a wild musick burthens every bough. The winter-starved earth, By nature teeming labours towards her birth, Still as the day upon the dark world creepes, One blossome forth after another peepes, Till the small flower, whose roote is now unbound, Gets from the frosty prison of the ground, Spreading the leaves unto the powerful noone. When gardens prankt with rosie buds do spring, Whilst Flora dallies in her flowry bed, Whom Zephyr courts, and sweetly to her sings, W••ping away the tears Aurora shed. When vernal blasts and gentle windsappear, Such as blow flowers, and through the glad boughs sing Many soft welcomes to the lusty spring. In verdant weeds fresh earth the spring arraies Flora with tapestry checkers the fields. The trees and earths embroyderer, Phaebus in his yearly race, Pranketh in perfumed robes, All these goodly nether globes. Paving the ground with flowers. The morning of the year. From the awakened rootes the buds do grow, The fragrant spring with flowry chaplets crown'd

••he year in its sucking infancy bloome▪ ••hen flowers paint the gaudy fields. When balmy showers ••••ck the soft b••est of fragrant meads with flowers. The quickening spring, ••hen birds are tutoring their young to sing. The jocund spring, ••herein the leaves, to birds sweet caroling, ••••nce with the wind. When May ••••cks up the fi••lds in holidayes array, ••hen well▪appareled April on the heele Of limping Winter t••eads. ••he ram that bore fair Hellen once away, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 made the dark night equal to the day. ••••ir coloured flowers in the meadowes spring, ••nd now the birds their untaught notes do sing. The seed which long time in the earth hath laid▪ ••s now shot forth into a tender blade. The birds salute the growing spring. The jolly tide, ••hen the earth in all her pride, And the lady of the May ••••imm'd up in her best array, ••ath invited all the swains, With the lasses of the plains. The warme sun doth thaw the earth, And gives the fleet-wing'•• swallow birth▪ ••aking within the hollow tree, The cuckoe and the humble bee. The flowry prime, ••hen lavish nature in her best attire Cloathes the gay spring, the season of desire.

The time that the Lady Flora useth to cloath our gran∣••••me earth with a new livery, diapred with va••ious flow∣••••s, and checquer'd with all delightful objects.

A season no lesse proper, than propitious to lovers. Now winters gone▪ the earth hath lost ••er snow white robes, and now no more the f••ost, Candies the grasse, or casts an ice cream Upon the silver lake, and chrystal stream. But the warme sun thawes the benummed earth And makes it tender▪ gives a sacred birth

To the dead swallow, wakes in hollow trees, The drowsie cuckoe, and the humble Bee. Now do a quire of chirping minstrels bring In t••iumph to the world the youthful spring, The vallies, hills, and woods in rich array, Welcome the coming of the long'd for May. The smiling spring Danceth on Zephyres rosie wing; And with a pregnant flowry birth Doth retresh the teeming earth. The g••ound doth smile at the springs flowry birch, The spring crown'd with the glories of the earth, Rides on the heavenly ram. When Zephy••'s muskie kisses breath, Fresh honour on the smiling trees.

When the earth begins to put on her new apparrel a∣gainst the approach of her lover, and the sun running an even course, became an equal arbiter betwixt night and day.

VVhen every thing doth make a gleesome boast. The birds chant melody on every bush. The snake lies ••olled in the chearful sun, The green leaves quiver with the fanning wind. And make a checkerd shadow on the ground. Now snowes are quite dissolv'd, fiesh grasse we see, To cloath the fields and leaves on every tree, Earth ••••angeth hiew, the swelling waters sinke, And with soft current slide within their brinke. Aglai•• naked dares upon the ground, VVith Nimphes, and her bright ••isters dance a round. South winds the spring attending still, B••••alme the seas, and sayles do fill. Now ••rost makes not the meadowes hoare, Not winters snow swollen rivers ror••. The lucklesse bird her nest doth frame, B•• wayling ••••ys and the shame, of Cecrops house. The shepherds of rich flocks rehearse, And to their pipes chant rural verse, Seeking his godhead to appease, VVhom flocks and hills Arcadian please. The long'd for sun, Peepes through the hornes of the celestial ram.

The winter to the spring be queaths The rule of time, and mild Favonius breaths, A quire of swans to that sweet musick sing, The aire resounds the motion of their wing. VVhen over plains they fly in ordered rankes, To sport themselves upon Caysters banks. VVhilst every bushie vaile, ••nd grove, and hill, sounds of the nightingale, The sun breaks up earths rugged chains, ••herein rude winter bound her veins, The naked trees get crisped heads, And colour'd coats the roughest meads, And they with growing glory rise, That lately fetter'd were with ice.

Stagge. v. Swift.

Upon the b••ink Of some smooth stream about to drinke, With shame remembers that he fled (Surveying th••re his armed head.) The scorned dogs, resolves to try The combate next, but if their cry ••••••ades again his trembling eare, ••e strait resumes his wonted fear, Leaves the untasted spring behind, ••nd wing'd with fear, out flies the wind. Whom fences long with held ••rom meadowes where the spring in glory raignes. ••ow having level••'d those unpleasing chains, ••nd treading p••oudly ore the vanquisht flowers, •••• in his hopes a thousand joyes devoures. The long-liv'd beasts. That bears th•• branched hornes. Whose life four times exceeds the c••owes. The knaggy-horned beast.

Stars.

••eav••ns sparkling fires. Heavens fiery sparks. ••angles of heavens canopies. The burnisht lamps. Those freckles in the beau••eous face of heaven. The burning tapers of the skie. Heavens bright torches. The bright eyes of the firmament. ••eavens twinkling pride. Heavens golden studds. 〈◊〉〈◊〉 twinkling spangles of the firmament. The gilt nails in the wheele of heaven.

The heavens bright crescents. The powdered embroidery of heaven. ••eavens golden bosses, ingots, beads. Immortal synod of the glorious skie. The twinkling eyes That with disordered order gild the skies. The gilt studs of the firmament. The wandering armies of the skies, Which march above in blew gold tinsell'd lawne, Tilting at ours their many-pointed eyes, The common people of the skies. Heavens clear fires, Which with the moone succeede when day retires. The spangling light, That sparkle on the brow of shady night. The glorious wonders of the skies. Th'Almighties mystick characters. The powdering of heavens azure tapestry, The flaming letters of the book of heaven. The sparkling beauties of the night. Heavens shining pendants. Nights giudy jewels▪ The sparkling diamonds of the skie. The skies bright sentinels. The starry senate of the night. The parliam••nt of stars. The pretty wonders of the skie. Nights rich exp••nsion. The golden issue of the skie. The skies enamelling. Ann••aling of the skies. Wel ordered Armies of the skies. Nights spangled host. The mo••••s silver-••r••ss••d torch bearers. The servants to the humerous night. The gli••tering sparkes. B••ight squadrors of the skies. Whose light undarkes The gloomy sh••dowes of the night. And in a silent story, D••clare the greatn••sse of their makers glory. By ordered courses driven In golden coaches through the lists of heaven. Hesperus beauteous herd. The numerous train of spangled Nymphes. The silver spangles of the glorious skie. That hang upon the dusky cheekes of night As a rich jewel in an Aethiops eare, Those lampes of living fire to fixed motion bound.

The welkins silver-groats. Diana's starry nymphs. Those firy Oes that do engild the night. The floore of heaven Is thick in laid with pattens of rich gold. The blessed candles of the night. Heavens unnumbered sparks. The starry jewells of the skies. The night-borne creatures of the skie. Mysterious letters in heavens silver page. The meaner beauties of the night, Which poorely satisfie our eyes, More by the number, than the light, Like common people of the skies. The starry chains whose blazes play In knots of light along the milky way, That through their chrystal casements peepe. The litle drops of light, that in their orbes do glow. Which travel in their motion so, That we their names and courses know, And he that on their changes looks, Would think them govern'd by our books. Rich spang••es that adorne the skies. Which though they shine for ever fixed there With light and influence relieve us here.

A falling Star.

As when a falling star falls from the skie, Or seems to fall to the deceived eye. A streaming star from heaven did nimbly glide, The melting stars, their sulphurous surfet shed. Flaming jelly.

Blazing star. v. Comet. Stinke.

Like old saturns socks. Such breathing Cadmus dragon threw In the infected aire. More loath'd than Lerna, or the Stygian lake, Whose consuming sent, Would poyson thoughts, although it had no vent To b••ing it forth. As Cerberean Avernus. As the ••oame of Cerberus.

Stoick.

Whose visages do cream,

And mantle like a standing pond. That do a wilful stillnesse entertain, Only to be drest in an opinion Of wisdome, gravity, profound conceit▪

That cruel sect which seeke to bereave us of one halfe of our selves in seeking to free us from all our passions, and affections; and instead of making a wise man have raised a statue.

Delighting in long breath'd accents, which he prolates with such pauses that before he be at the period of a sen∣tence, a man may reach a second thought.

Vineger aspect. Who all easie passion flies: The dry brained portick, whose A••henian breast, Transcendinng passion, never was opprest With grief. Marble braines. Flint brested stoicks, they whose marble eyes, Contemne a wrinckle, and whose soules despise, To follow natures too affected fashion, Or travel in the regent walke of passion, Whose riged hearts disdain to shrinke at fears, Or play at fast and loose with smiles and tears.

Stomach.

The bodies kitchen. Natures cooke. Digestive fire. That greedy tyrant. Exacting Publican. That varies still his tribute with the day. v. Glutton.

To Stone.

To give at once both death and grave. To c••ush with an hard shower.

Strange.

A thing more strange, than on Niles slime the sun Ere bred, or all which into Noa••s arke came, A thing which would have posed Adam to name. Stranger than seven Antiquaries studies. Than Africks monsters, Guinas rarities. Stranger than strangers.

To Study.

Spends many a gray goose quill unto the handle, Buries within their sockets many a candle, Blots paper by the quire, and dries up inke, As Xerxes army did whole tivers drinke.

Sets his brain on the Strappado, ••l••ing the brain into invention, With more discoursing in his head, ••an Jove when Pallas issued from his brain, ••o call a Councell of his wits. ••entering the squeezed brain. Rub the brain. ••o ••ask the brain, to beat the brain. ••he brain in labour, travail. ••he working soul projecteth thousand wayes.

Student.

••he that hath sworn allegeance to his book, ••watcheth Moons and grows more pale than they, ••aborious as Cleanthes, whose breath as well, ••s writings of the oyl and candle smell.

Styx.

Which through obscure abodes ••preads his dull streams, the terrours of the gods. The sacred streams by which the gods do swear, Which oath who break are for an hundred years, ••xiled heaven, and not invited come ••o Joves high table, nor of nectar drink. Whose waters are of so cold a temperature, That no hing but a mules hoof can endure.

Summer.

Sol leaving now the gentle twinnes With Cancer and thirst panting Leo Innes What time the groves are clad in green, The field drest all in flowers, And that the sleck hai••'d nymphs are seen To seek them summer bowers, The verdant Meads do dresse themselves in green. Sols Palfries having past the twinnes, Are posting hotly towards Cancers innes. Wheat ears the brows of naked summer crown, When fields in flowry mantles are array'd. Dayes burning eye, ••lakes Cancers crooked clawes in servour s••ie. The lusty youth of year. The noontie of the year, When all things vigorous appear. The Summers day. Perfects the Embryon blossomes on each spray, The dogstar rains his maladies.

And robs the high and air-invading alps Of all their winter suits and snowie s••alps, When cherry trees inticing burdens bear, Green plush the meadows wears, ••lora at her own beauty wondring stands, When Flora layes forth all her pride, When the sun gallops in his full career On the back of the scalding Crab. Now bright Andromeda's refulgent Sire Shews to the world under his hidden fire, Now Procyon, and the raging Lion swayes, And Phoebus brings forth dry and parched dayes. The shepherd tir'd with his faint flock doth hie, To find cool shades, or troubled current nigh And rough Sylvanus thickets, while the shore Becalmed stands from seas tumultuous roar, The furious dog stars heat Upon the parched corn long since hath beat With its fierce scalding influence, and made The beasts to seek the spreading elms cool shade, Now Cepheus plainly shews his hidden fires. The dog star now his furious heat displayes The lion spreads his raging ire, The sun brings parched dayes. The shepherd now his sickly flocks restores, With shades and ••ivers, and the thickets finds Of rough Sylvanus silent shores, Are free from playing winds, When Cancers star encreaseth light, And leng••hens ou•• the dayes. Summer now of the dog-star boasts, Of angry constellations honour'd most, From whose strong heat Egyptians still begun To mark the turning circle of the sun, When as the sun mou••ts on the lions back, When Syrius doth first appear, The time which with a full hand to us brings, All that was promis'd by the hopefull spring, The labouring sun hath wrought his track Up to the top of lofty Cancers back. The Icie Ocean cracks, the frozen pole, Thaws with the heat of the cele••tial coal.

Sun.

Phoebus, Sol, Hyperion. The Father of the light. The dayes illustrious eye. The lights bright chariot. The worlds great lamp. Taper. The dayes great eye, The burning stone of Anaxagoras. Dayes bright flame. Sols blazing throne. Heavens Christmas candle. The never dying lamp, taper, torch, candle. Titans golden ring. Great Titans carre. The good old Planet. The worlds surveyor Generall, That Prince of light that takes his morning crown, And in the Evening layes his glory dow••. Phoebus burning throne. The dayes bright champion Sols orient shrine. Greatest torch of heaven, The bright surveyor of the heavens, That each day goes his golden pilgrimage, Whose flaming hair Doth every day gild either Hemisphere. Dayes glo••ious Prince, the father of the year. Fountain of light, heavens richest gem. Heavens golden headed Charioter. Lord of heat viceroy of nature, King of lights, By whose male force is all we have begor. T••e curl'd pa••e waggoner of heaven. ••mperor of light, King of Planets, Soveraign of the stars, Monarch of dayes and years. The Persian Deity. Father of winged time. The worlds surveying lamp, Which with his hot steeds guides the winged day. He who alone can tame Those Steeds which from their nostrils vomit flame. The tardie year I measu••e, I am he, Who see all objects, and by whom all see, D••yes lofty going flame. The King of flames, Monarch of light, great Hyperions golden throne▪ That opes the pleasant sweets of May. That runs the glo••ious round. Unwea••ied traveller, The Soveraign of heavens golden fires, That h••th his forehead circled in With many clear beams, and sh••rp pointed ray, And drives the pu••ple chariot of the day. Who in his flam••ng chariot rides, And with perpetuall motion time divides, Great King of day, from whose far darting eye, Night wandring stars with fainting splendour fl••••.

The worlds bright eye, Careering daily once about the skie. The lights bright chariot. Heavens burning Axle-tree. The prince of planets with his locks of amber. The glorious governour of day. The bold fac'•• lampe. Phaebe's bright brother. The illustrious soveraigne of the day. That hath the guidance of the day. Instated all alone, Amidst the planets in his burning throne, Distributeth abroad with large extent, Light both unto the stars and firmament. Whose heat and light, Makes creatures warme and bright. Great glory of the skie, That gilds the streams with heavenly Alchimy. That all the world doth lighten with his ray. Phe Pythian knight. Illustrious officer of day. That strips the mountains of their snowie shirts, The Ocean of light. The Persians shining God. Phaebus bright chariot by Vulcan wrought, The beam, and axle tree of massie gold, On silver spokes, the golden fellies roll'd, Rich gems, and chrysolites the harnesse deckt, Which Phaebus beams with equall light reflect. That eye of day, That in twelve measur'd houres doth survey The moity of earth. Natures lusty Paramour. Who by the clear extension of his light, Chaseth from earth the impious sons of night, Whose beams the various formes of things display, Like multitude of figures wrought in clay.

Sun Rising. v. Morning. Sun Set. v. Evening. Surgeon.

That hath some businesse about the building of the litle house of man, whereof nature is as it were the tiler, and he the plaisterer.

His gains are very ill got, for he lives by the hurts of the com∣mon wealth.

He differs from a physitian, as a sore doth f••om a disease.

He is a reasonable cleanly man, considering the scabs he hath to deal with.

Swains. v. Shepherds.

That barb the fields and to their merry teams Thistle their passions. ••••••ched all day with his own scalding heat, ••••ved with keen sith the glory and delight. ••••motley meadows, ••••ich with their whistling hearten on their team, All whose theam •• of their oxen, and their team. ••••e piping lads that sound their sprightly strains, ••hilst they their fleecy troops drive o'r the plains.

Swannes.

VVhich claps her silver wings, ••••d in the sedges of Meander sings, VVhich many a day. ••n the streams swelling breast hath had its play. ••••d on the panting billows bravely rides, ••hilst Countrey lasses walking on the sides, ••••mire her beauty, and with clapping hands, ••••ould force her leave the streams and tread the sands, ••hat adde harmonious pleasures to the streams, ••••ffling their plumes, come gliding on the Lake. The air resounds the motions of their wings, ••hen over plains they flie in ordered ranks ••o sport themselves upon Caysters banks. ••••at on Caysters bank when death doth come, ••••••h sweetly sing an Epicedium, That sadly sings 〈◊〉〈◊〉 mournfull dirge to the silver springs, ••••hich carelesse of his song glide sleeping by, ••••ithout one murmure of kind Elegi••.

Swear.

〈◊〉〈◊〉 if they meant t' unstar the sphears with oaths, ••••at oft names God in oaths, and onely then. VVhose best of Rhetorick is a full mouth'd oath with a grace∣••e grace.

V. Forms of protesting. Sweat.

••ds of sweat stand moist upon thy brow, ••ke bubbles in a late disturbed stream, ••••e watry bubbles of the painfull▪ brow, ••face froth'd o'r with sweat, ••••ir bosomes bath'd and steep'd in frothy sweat▪

Drown'd in the native deluge of his sweat, The sweat came gushing out from every pore, And on his head a standing mist he wore, Springs of sweat, did in his forehead rise. Sweat embalms His varnisht forehead.

Sweet smelling.

Zephyrus breaths not with a sweetergale, Through groves of Sycamore. A breath compos'd of odours. Sweet as Panchaian fumes, As the sweet sweat of tosesin a Still, Or that which from chas'd Musk cats pores doth tril. As th' Almighty balm, of th' early east. Like the Sabaean airs, which as they fly, Perfume with sweets the morning Majesty. Like to the Phenix nest, when she her wain Of age repairs, and sows her self again▪ Or when that balmy load she doth transfer Her cradle, and her parents sepulcher, To Heliopolis, Apollo's Town, And on his flamy Altar layes it down. A place that breath'd perfumes, Her words embalmed in so sweet a breath, That made them triumph both on time and death. Whose fragrant sweets. Since the Cameleon knew And tasted of, he to this humour grew, Left other elements held this so rare, That since he never feeds on ought but air. Oh how the flowers prest with their treading on them, Strove to cast up their heads to look upon them, And jealously the buds that so had seen them Sent out their sweetest smells to come between them, As fearing the perfume lodg'd in their powers, If known, would make men quite neglect the flowers, The nard breaths never so, nor so the rose, when the namour'd spring by kissing blows Soft blushes on her cheeks, nor th' early east Vying with Paradise ••'th Phenix nest As it, the nard expires. Perfuming Phenix like his funerall fi••es. The winds of Paradise send such a gale, More pretious breath than which moves The whispering leaves in the Panchaian groves.

Arabian wind, whose breathing gently blows ••••le to th' violet, blushes to the rose, ••••ever yield an odour rich as this, ••hen the Phenix from the flowry east ••••s the sweet treasure of her perfum'd nest, ••••et as the proudest treasures of the east. ••••et as the Indian Cane. As flaming gums, ••••agrant as the morning rose, ••••t as Panchaian gums or Frankincense, ••myrrhe, nor Cassia, nor the choice perfumes ••untouch'd nard, or Aromatick fumes •• hot Arabia doth enrich the air 〈◊〉〈◊〉 more delicious sweetnesse, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ever smelt the breath of morinng flowers, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 sweetned with the dew of twilight showers. •• pounded amber, or the flowring thyme •• purple violets in their proudest prime ••welling clusters from the cypresse tree. ••sweet &c. As drops of balm. ••••st of odours, spice and gums. ••••fumes, that all th' Arabian gums excells, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 spices that do build the Phenix pyre, ••••en she renews her youth in funerall fires, Whose sweetnesse doth as far exceed ••bian sents, as they the fowlest weeds, ••••et as the Altars smoke, or as the new ••••lded bud swell'd by the early dew. Whose native smell •• Indian odours doth excell, ••ll the pleasures were distill'd, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 every flower in every field. 〈◊〉〈◊〉 all that Hybla's hives do yield, ••••re into one broad mazer fill'd, ••••ereto added all the gums, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 spice that from Panchaia comes, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 odours that Hydaspes lends, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Phenix proves before she ends, •• all the air that flora drew, •• spirit that Zephyrus ever blew, ••ere put therein, and all the dew, ••••t ever rosy morning knew, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 all diffus'd could not compare,

With &c. As gums distill'd from weeping trees, Whose spicie smoke, Perfumes the neighbour air, till it doth choke The greedy sense, sweet as the drops of balm, As when soft west winds struck the garden rose, A showr of sweeter air salutes the nose, When with a sparing kisse and gentle power, He unlocks the virgin bosome of the flower. Whose odour fills the ambient air, Like spice of smokes rais'd from sweet gums With aromatick powders fraught, By merchants from Sabea▪ brought, That yield A savour like unto the field, When the bedabbled Morn Washeth the ears of corn, Fetch all the spices that Arabia yields, Distill the choicest flowers of the fields, And when in one their best perfections meet, Bring them to this, that so they may seem sweet.

Sweet sounding

The soft spring Chides not the pebbles that disturb her course With sweeter murmure, harmonious chime She forced, when she touch'd her lyre. The waves to leap above their cliffes, dull earth, Dance round about the centre, and creates new birth In every element, and outcharms the fears, Oh I could turn Cameleon, and live on this sweet air. A tongue made up of harmony, The hearers soul out at his ears inticing, Charming the soul even to an extasie, Striking a wonder in their ears, It wrought an envy in the sphears, Unexpressive notes▪ Whilst every strain Calls the soul into the ears▪ Taking all ears captive▪ Which with a greedy listening fain Would turn into the sound it hears, Contending nightingales struck mute, Drop down and dy upon the lute, Such time and measures Mercury did keep, Then when he plya'd all Argus eyes asleep.

The ravisht aire such pleasure loth to loose, With thousand ecchoes still prolongs each heavenly close. Such breaths the dying swans give, as they ride Upon Cayster, or Pergusa's glide. Such musick Orpheus made in hell, When he wooed Pluto for Euridice, And S••syphus sa••e listning on his stone. Harmonious as the breath Of dying swans, prophetick in their death, Should but swans hear this well divided breath, They listen would, and sweetly welcome death, The ravisht nightingales striving too high To reach it would in emulation die. Whilst the amazed ear, ••ands ravisht such harmonious breath to hear. So sung the Thracian poe••, when his songs ••asts, trees and stones attracts in following throngs, Her voyce the woods and rocks to passion moves, Tames salvage beasts, the troubled rivers smoothes, Detains their hasty course, and when she sings, The birds neglect the labours of their wings. Even so the dying swan with low rais'd breath, Sings her own exequie before her death. So Canens did bewaile Her late inchanted Picus. The dying swan adorn'd with silver wings, So in the sedges of Meander sings. So sung the Syrens, when Ulisses fast ••as bound with kno••ty halters to the mast. Gave accents in the sweetest strain, That ever opened an enamoured vein, Whose sadder tones enforc'•• the rocks to weep, Enricht all neighbour ears. Wooing the rivers from the springs to hear him. Such Musi••k as 'tis said, Before was never made, But wh••n of old the sons of morning sung, While the Creator great, His Constellations set. And the well balanc'•• world on hinges hung, And cast the dark foundations de••pe, And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel keepe.

Able to make the rocks to dance, And surly beasts that through the deserts prance, H••gh from their gloomy dens. A song whose cadence doth enthral. All sence it reacheth. In strains so rare, T••at all the ••litting pinionists of the aire, A••tentive sate, and in their kinds did long To hear some notes from his well timed song▪ Had wise Ul••sses who regardlesse flung Along, the Ocean when the Syrens sung, B••t heard her song, he would to her faire eyes, Offer'd his vessel as a sacrifice. Or had the Syrens on the neighbour shore, Heard in what raping notes she did deplore Her buried glory, they had left their shelves, And to come near her, would have drown'd themselves. And none that heard him wisht his song an ending. Such musick did Arion make, When as he rid upon the Dolphins back. The prating Eccho's long For repetition of so sweet a song, All listening stood, At those sweet aires which did entrance the flood. And had the Thracian plaid but halfe so well, His wife had ne••e returned back to hell, Sounds, which by their delicious melody Might ••ull, not Argus, but even Mercury, Cho••cest accents be Harsh ecchoes of that heavenly harmony. Should such an holy song Enwrap our fancy long; Time would run back, and fetch the age of gold. Nature that heard such sound, Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's ••eat, the airy region thrilling, Now was all most won, To think her part was done. And that her raigne had here its last fulfilling; She knew such harmony alone, Could hold all heaven and earth in happier union. T••' attentive rock, The rigour doth of its creation mock,

And gently melts away; Argu•• to hear The musick, turnes each eye into an ear. Sounds which the P••nther a••, And sets the wildnesse of his nature law: A voice able to entrance the Panther, and command Incensed winds. Like sounds that breath upon a banke of violets. The shades admiring stand, And sacred silence to themselves command, Whilst the heap'd multirude with greedy ••are, Throng. As if musick from the sphears Did with their golden raptures swell our ears. Can charme the sphears, and rocks the heavens asle••pe▪ Every sence makes hast to be all ears, And give attention to those pleasing aires, To which the Gods may listen as to praiers Of p••ous votaries, the which to hear, ••••mults would be attentive and would swear, To make no noise. •• willingly would bear deaths harshest doome, To have her sing an anthem on my ••ombe. A song, Which can inspire the dull, and chear the sad, And to the dead can lively motion adde, Charming the chrystal floods. Had eccho with so sweet a grace, Narcissus loud complaints r••••urn'd, Not for reflexion of his face, But of his voice, the boy had mourn'd. A musick so divine did pierce his ear, As never yet the ravisht sence did hear. Like the sea nimphes in veigling harmony, May sing a lullaby unto the sphears. Me thinks my ravisht ear, ••••pt with the secret musick that I hear, A••••ends the warbles of an angels tongue, ••••sounding forth a sense-bereaving song. Where the ear bathes in pleasing harmony. With such excesse, Of grace and musick to the ear, As what it sung, it planted there, stroking the aire,

Which stills the winds and makes the wild Incensed bore and Panther mild. Which floods have stopt their course to hear, To which the spotted Lynx have lent an ear▪ As st••ikes a wonder in all ears, And works an envy in the sphears, Making the soul climbe up into the ear. Whose melody have made the sphears to lay Their heavenly lutes aside only to listen To their more charming notes. See how to hear thy sweet harmonious sounds About thy craddle here are thronging round, Woods, but with ears, floods, but their fury stopping; Tygers, but tame, mountains, but alwaies hopping. Sph••ar-borne, harmonious sisters voice and verse, Wed their divine sounds, and mixt power imploy, Dead things with imbreath'd sence able to pierce, Such harmonie make the seraphick quires, With their immor••al harps of golden wi••es. The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisteth all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony, That Orpheus soul my heave his head, From golden slumber on a bed Of heapt Elysian flowers, and hear Such strains, as would have won the ear Of Pluto to have quite set free, His halfe regaind Euridice. See how the heavens rapt with so sweet a tongue, To list to thine, leave their own dance and song. To hear her warble, Would move the rocks, and ravish marble. Like softest musick to attending ears, Whose least breath brings from the sphears their musick, charging each ear with insensiblenesse that did not lend ••t selfe unto them. Making the soul plant it self in the eate. Magick sound, Which destroyes without a wound. If Orph••us voice had force to breath such musicks love Through pores of senselesse trees, as it could make them move If stones good m••asu••e danc'd, the Theban walls to build,

To cadence of the tunes, which Amphions lyre did yeild▪ More cause for a like effect, at least wise b••ingeth, O stones, O trees, learn hearing Stella singeth. Soul invading voice, The very essence of their tunes when angells do rejoyce, Sweet as those dulcid sounds in break of day, That creepe into the dreaming bridegroomes ears, And summon him to marriage.

Sweet in tast.

The purest honey sweet That the Muses birds do bring. To mount Hybla every spring, No thing near so pleasant is. As sweet and good As the most costly and delicious food, Which if but tasted doth at once impart, Both life and gladnesse to the cheared heart. Like the sweet gummes that from electar trees Distill, or honey of the labouring bees, Like morning dew, that in a pleasant shower, Drop pearls into the bosome of a flower. To which compared honey is as gall, Sweet as the Indian cane, as Hybla's trees, Or roses b••lmy breath, which oft delight. The palates of the active bees. Some star fled from the sphear, is melted there. Th••t mock Madera's sugar, and the Apricock. Passing in pleasant tast the drinke, That now in Candia deck Cerinthus brink. Nepenthe. Ambrosia. Nectar. D••ops of balme. Mummy. Elixir.

Swift.

As swiftly whitling as the whisking wind. As swift as shafts fly from a parthian bow. Swift as the sweeping stream, the winged arrow. Swift as the winged thought. W••••h nimble speed, scorning to touch the ground. Swi••ter than an Hungarian ague, or english sweat. The swifter courser did out swim the wind, As lightning which one scarce dare say he saw: With as much speed as Daphne fled, or Phoebus did pursue,

Swifter than forced ai••e. As the drumming pulse. Swift as the breathed stagge. So swift that in mine eye, Lightning seem'd flow, and might be taught to fly. So Pluto d••ove when in his gloomy coach He hurried Proserpine. So flie the arrowes from the twanging strings, With no lesse speed, than if supply'd by wings. He vanisht from our eyes, As swiftly as a well driven javel in flies, Or as a singing pellet from the sling. As haw••a the fea••ful dove, or huntor swift, Pursues the hare through Aemons snowie drift. Swift as the rolling fire. As the quick mo••ion of dislodged souls. Swift as an arrow from a Cretan string. As swift as Scythian shaf••s. Both from the barriers start, Whose nimble steps scarce touch earths upper part. Their feet unwet the sea might well have borne, Or unsuppressed stalkes of standing corne. Hippomanes and Atalanta ran with such a quicknesse, His noiselesse wings by night, fly Morp••eus strains, And with the swif••nesse of a thought attains, &c. Fear wing's her feet, and love enfor••'•• his pace. Swift as the cha••ed cloud, or flying wind. As swift as grayhounds laid in with the hare. With pace as speedy as the wind. Their pace was flee••, And thick they gather'd up their nimble feet. Their sails so wrought, They cut a feather, and command a thought. Swift as Camilla, who with nimble feet, The tops of the unpressed corne could greete; And on the swelling waves so go that they Sunk no••, when she on them her weight did lay. Quick as the eastern wind, Sweeps through a meadow, or the nimble hind, Or Satyre on the lawnes, or skipping roe, Or well wing'd shaft sent from a Parthian bow, Like gallant▪stags, that as they scorn'd the ground, Run from the sh••ill cries of the full-mouth'd hound,

Nor swifter comes the messenger of heaven, Nor winged vessel with a full saile driven, Nor Myr••ha's course, nor Daphne's speedy flight, Shunning the dalliance of the God of light, &c. Swift as the foales conceived by the winds. Swift as the fleeting aire, Fleet as the swift-wing'd moments, houres, minutes. As if she had leapt into the chariot of the wind. Swift as the flight of lightning through the aire. Swifter than whelpe-rob'd tygers, or the flight Of lightning ore Apulia, where the fi••ld, Unplough'd, no corne, but sl••ggish grasse doth yeild, Swifter than lightning, or the southern wind Through Lybia's yeilding ai••e. Swift as the Autolole's whose winged speed, In running far outst••ips the swiftest steed; Equal the winds themselves, and as they passe, Scarce bend the standing corne, or sl••nder grasse. Outstrip the wind, And leave the breathed hart behind. More swift than motions self. To this compared, slow Fly stones from slings, and not so swift as she, From Parthian bowes, the winged arrowes flee. Swifter than winds, whose tardy plumes, Are reeking waters, and dull earthly f••mes. As Biscan darts, or shafts from Russian bow, Swallowing the way. As the arrow from the Tartars bow. Like arrowes that outrun the hunting eye. That on a winged whirle wind ride. As the swift son of Euriale, Who in his course was said to be so fleete, To run ore rivers, and nere drench his feet. Or on the land through well grown meadowes passe, Yet with his weight not once to bend the grasse.

Swim.

Pace with the native stream the fish do keepe. To move the bodies oares. Himself the oares, The pilot, and the boat. To b••est the surge, and row himselfe With his own armes. Himself the ship and wares. B••ff••t the stream with lusty sinewes.

Swine.

Tusked swine, That foe unto the corn and vine. The bristle-bearing beast. The beast that first taught mortalls how To rip the earth with shared plough, That with such pleasure can desire To wallow in the durt and mire. The nasty cattle which the Jew With so much hatred did pursue, The beast which lovely Venus hates, Remembring her Adonis fate, And Bacchus from them doth decline, As the destroyers of his vine.

Sword.

A Millain hilt. Damasco blade. Toledo. As good a sword, as ever rid on Gentlemans thigh. Imprisoned weapon. Morglay. Excalibur. Durindana:

Swound.

Then grief contracts the soule, a sodain night Invades the sence, and reaves the eyes of light, The nerve forsaken joynts all faile, cold ice Freezeth the heart, with hope of death she lies Deceiv'd. Souls eclypse. Extasie. Counterfeit of death.

Syrens.

Those impes that with their charms, Woo'd wise Ulysses to his harmes. The rude sea growes civill at their song, And ravisht stars shoot madly from their sphears To hear their musick. Great The••is train, That on the shores do plain, And trammell up their sea-green haire. Acheloides. Those deathlesse powers, Were with the Goddesse when she gather'd flowers, Whom when through all the earth they sought in vai•• They wish for wings to fly upon the main. That pathlesse seas might testifie their care, The easie Gods consented to their praier. Strait golden feathers on their backs appear, But least that musick fram'd t' ••nchant the ear, And so great gifts of speech, should be prophand, Their virgin lookes, and humane voyce remaind.

Ne'r man in sable bark sail'd by, That gave not ear to their sweet melody, ••ut the sly Greek, They to the Temple went among the rest, There where Aenarian waves that Isle invest, Their faces with an oilie fucus spread, Their lips so rosie, not with their own red, Their necks and breasts shone with adulterate white, ••••re to the wast, the better to invite, VVith painted eyes and tresses of false hair, VVhich jointly bear off lust, the badge and snare, VVhom when Minerva from her shrine had spied, She hid her eyes, and turn'd her head aside, If I a goddesse, nor in vertue fail, ••••ight of force or modesty prevail, They shall not said she herein glory long, ••ly grief shall arm me to revenge this wrong, New scarce departed from her T••mple doore, VVhen scarce their feet had prest the beachy shore. Their legs united in a scaly hide, And bones in finnes thrust out on either side: Nor yet their former mind unchanged keep, But hold themselves for monsters of the deep, Who now upon the dancing billows move, •• shes below the wast, and maids above. Harmonious daughters of Calliope Parthenope, Ligea, Leucasia,