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.

T.

Talkative.

TY••ng his ear to no tongue but his own, An ocean of words. That lions tail, tongue ever in motion. That tyrant in discourse. Drum of the company. That spend thrift of his tongue. Unthrifty babler. A pattentee of speech. Ingrosser of discourse. Two grains of wheat in two bushels of chaffe, Such are his words.

Thinking silence commendable in nothing but a dead neats

tongue, whose tongue hath a good turn when he sleeps. Too m•• of the mother in him.

Long winded monster, Crispinus, Hydra discourse. Land remora, wordie prodigall. Speaking frying pan.

One that hath got a patent for prating, and it were no lesse t•••••• to take his purse, to speak a word in his company. A flood, a 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Vollies, hail shot of words, His tongue goes continually his erra•••• but never speeds, enough to make a mans memorie ake, with c••••••¦ing such dirty stuffe into it. Able to speak far more with ease, t•••••• any man can endure with patience.

One that drops out at his mouth whatsoever is poured in at ears.

That sows his words by sacks, whilst others do it by handfulls▪ rolling tongue.

They which converse with him run the same fortune which they which live by the fall of Nile, there is no overflowing like that his words, a man cannot safely give him audience, an head ach three days after is the least hurt he can take, that but hears him ••••¦ter dinner.

Upon any occasion he will find a mouth, find a speech w•••••• will.

His talk at table like Beniamins messe, five times to his pa••t.

Tantalus.

Hungry, whilst ripened fruit hangs by his lip, Thirsty whilst water by his chin doth slip. Pelops great father. Allowed to feast with gods. Admitted to the secrets of the gods. Unhappy father of proud Niobe. That made a bloody feast Of his own son, and call'd the gods his guests, From whom the long desired waters sl••p, And catch'd at fruit, steals from his touched lips, He that doth daily dread, The hanging stone, that hovers o'r his head. Thrown headlong into hell. Cause he the secrets of the gods did tell.

Tantalise.

As when beyond our greedy reach we see, Inviting fruit on too sublime a tree, As when the greedy dog sees that repast, Which awed by the whip, he dares not tast.

A Tavern.

•• degree, or a pair of stairs above an alehouse, There men are drunk with more credit and apologie.

A broacher of more news, than hogsheds, suckt up here by some ••••gie brain, and then sque••zed into a Comedy. The common ••••sumption of after noons, and the murderer or maker away of a ••••nie day. The busie mans recreation, and the idle mans bu∣••••nesse.

Teach.

••esson, Tutor, inform, instruct.

Tears.

The best expressours of true sorrows, the urine of the eys, ••ad daughters of the eyes. The pearly floods, The pearl, and chrystall showers, the wine of love. The balmy sweat of the eyes. The watry language of the ••••tys. Dumb Eelegy, the numerous issue of the eyes, The liquid amber. The lovers pleading eyes. The watry oratours, dumb perswasion, Rhetorick, eloquence ••••ll tide of sorrow. The sadder straining of the melting eyes. Wet badge of weak mortality. The Plaintive floods, fruits of the funerall, The brinie showers, sad tribute of the eyes. Sorrows liverie, the dumb Ambassadours of grief. Streams of liquid pearl. Soft dew distilled. •• from the two chrystall limbecks of her eyes. Those moving agents. Due tribute of the dead, watering those plants are sown in corruption. The innundation, deluge of the eyes. The issue of the pregnant teeming eyes, The flood of pearly moisture. The tributary drops of woe. The pearly treasure of the eyes. The eye-offending brine, sorrowfull water, The fruitfull river in the eye. The watry trappings, and the suits of woe. The flushing of the galled eyes. The p••ous beads.

False tears.

Such Tereus shed, when he Pandion sues In Progne's name for Philomel.

So weeps the monster of the seven mouth'd Nile. Instructed tears.

Lovers Tears. v. Love. Tedious.

So many minutes as in hours there be, So many hours each minute seem'd to me.

Teeth.

Those ivory pales, which enclose a tongue made up of▪ harmon Those ranks of orient pearls. The pearlie pales, That hedge of ivory. The ivory bounders of the tongue. The pearly row. The ivory Precincts. The double pearly guard of speech. The pearl-pott cullis, that adorns The two leav'd ruby gate. The second sweetly fenced ward. An heavenly dewed tongue to guard Natures shedding knives.

Temperate. v. Abstemious

Content with natures courtesie. His feast but hungers banishment, That ne'r refus'd. The diet Curii and Camillus us'd, Whose unbought cates please their unlearned throats, That lives at natures cheap expence. That feeds at natures charge.

Tempest.

The furious winds with one another scold. Lightning is all our light, and it rain'd more, Than if the sun had drunk the sea before, Darknesse lights elder brother, his birthright. Chain'd o'r this world, and to heaven chas'd this light▪ The seas are ruffled into billows. Eurus stiffely blew, And high wrought seas with chafing foamie grew, The tossing seas appear to touch the skie, And wrap their curls in clouds. Ambitious seas to gloomie heaven ascend. Sails suck the falling rain. Showrs joyn with floods. The assailing waves the vessel rock, On every rising wave, Death sits in triumph and presents a grave▪ The giddy seas do whirl, and pitchie clouds.

Obscure the skie, The wild Ocean knows no shore. ••e roaring surges rake the ratled shore. ••s thrust their waves upon the groaning shore ••••stle their backs and spit their angry foam. The tempest raves. ••oops from the clouds, and cuffes the purple waves, ••e destinies sat dancing on the waves, ••••see the wrastling winds with mutuall braves, ••••sume each other. The waves do knit their brow, ••he ruffled waves of the enraged sea, Then every puffe of wind blows up a grave, ••••thin the bosome of the angry wave, Neptune then gathered clouds up from the Land, ••ighted the seas up, snatcht ino his hand Is massie trident, and aloft did tosse Of all the winds all storms he could ingrosse, ••ll earth took into sea with clouds, grim night, ••ell tumbling headlong from the cope of light, The East and south wind justled in the air, ••oll'd waves before them. With clouds did Jove heavens heightned fore head bind. Then tyranniz'd the wrath of all the winds, The floating ship was cuff'd from wave to wave. Made the winds tennis ball, ••uch was the tempest when Ulysses lost All his companions. The waves and winds in mutinie. O stempered waters, Jove drives his flock of clouds, The stormy tyranny of winds, The Ship is made the scorn of sea and winds. Winds quick, winds up the waves, the billows rise. Dark clouds ••oll up, and take day from our eyes. With our laborious oa••s we ply, Slice up the foam, and sweep blew waves on high, The bow backt waves tosse us up to the skie. A storm whose blacknesse frights the sea, Horrour in triumph rides upon the waves, And all the furies from their gloomy caves, Hovered upon our ship, Where howling trenches of self-drowning waves, And stormy gusts throw up untimely graves, Where billows with white foam shew angry minds, For not outroaring all the high rais'd winds,

The Dolphins that presage a coming storme, Swiming on the waves, to teach us, none should dare, Excepting fishes then to venture there. When the distracted Ocean Swells to sedition, and obeyes no law. The stormes speak loud, And the astonisht day doth turne to night. The seas are rais'd so high, That waves do hang like tears in the suns eye, That we, as in vast cataracts they fall, Think that he weeps at natures funeral. Such was the tempest in wich Caeser sayl'd, In a small barke from Greece to Italy. Proud billowes rise, and war against the skies. The waves in crooked furrowes flow, As if that Aeolus and Neptune strove For the seas empery. The threatning Ocean spends his swelling spight, The tenth wave rears the ship. The Porpoise dance upon the swelling wave, Whilst every billow is her sisters grave, The angry tumults of the sea and skies. Aeolus lets loose his uncontrolled breath, Whose language threatens nothing under death▪ The rudder failes, the ships at random driven, The eye no object ownes, but sea and heaven. The heavens begin to roare, As they would split the massie globe in sunder, From those that live above, to those live under. The winds above, rhe water underneath, Joyn in rebellion, and conspire death; Each one becomes an Oratour for life. Their hands are busie, while their hearts despaire. The waves With unresisted tyranny outbraves, And threats to grapple with the darkened skies, Whilst like to mooving mountains they arise, From their distempered Ocean and assaile Heavens batlements. High tides do flow, Whose brackish waves do lash the broken shore▪ Seas smooth back roll'd before with gentle breath, In brissels set, now spits her foamy wrath.

A pitchy storme, wrapt up in swelling clouds, ••••ster, clad in a cloak of clouds, and lin'd, ••••••h thunder mufiled up the heavens. ••able aire so muffles up the skie, ••••at the sad sailers can no light descry, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 if some beam break through their pitchy night, ••s but dread flashing of the lightning's light, ••••d with their top-saile tilt up at the stars. The sea doth rage and rore, ••••menacing to swallow up the shore. The troubled waves in mighty mountains rise, Threatning to spit their brine drops in their eyes, The sea her billowes musters proudly up, ••nd shoots them at the sun, •••• if all elements, and all their power, Were turn'd into one vow'd destruction. The ship with main mast bores the moone, The troubled billowes chasing with the shores. The scolding winds ••ive up the knotty oakes. Th'ambitious Ocean swells, rageth and foams To be exalted with the threatning clouds. The chiding billow seems to pelt the clouds. The wind shakt surge, with high and monstrous main, Seems to cast water on the burning bear, And quench the guard of th'ever fixed pole. •••• never did like molestation view On the incensed flood. Winds blow, as if they meant to waken death. The labouring bark climbes up vast hills of se as Olympus high, and ducks again as low, As hell's from heaven. A water combate on the sea, betweeen Two toaring, angry, boyling billowes, how They march and meete, and dash their curled brows, Swelling like graves, as if they did intend Tentombe each other, ere the quarrel end. Ulysses ships found not the seas more rough, Nor the unhappy navy that from Troy, Once with Aeneas sayl'd. The sea is not more troubled than their breast. All the tempestuous stars

Their Constellations join and on them pour Their most malignant influence. Sterope, Artophylax, The kids, Hyades, Orion. Africus, Notus, Euroclydon. Tempestuous winds. V. Dunnes storm. Sands Ovid. Metam. Lib. 11. p. 379. Virgil. 1. book a••¦nexed. p. 535. The frighted sea-calves sculk away and hide Their quivering heads within the swelling tide. The crooked Dolphins bristle up their backs, Amaz'd to hear such loud voic'd thunder cracks, And all those massie whales that brush the seas, Dive down for fear to find the Antipodes, The juggling sea god trusting to no shape, Nor any transformation for escape, Saddles his finny courser and doth fly, Followed by all his scaly infantry. Doris and her gray daughters shreeking tear From oft their heads their sea-green locks for fear, And Mellicertus speedier doth fly, Then when he fled his fathers cruelty, (His snorting sea horse Triton doth bestride, Thrusting his shell-spurs in his brawny side, &c.

Temporizers

That shake hands with th' unworthy times. Running with the current of the S••ate. A participle of the Present tense. That danceth to the tune of fortune, and studieth For nothing more than to keep time.

Terrour. v. Fear.

Such terrour, as when Jove his tresses shake, And makes the earth and fixed stars though fixed shakes. Such terrour, as when Jove did drown the world, Or Phaethon it burn. Making every one to stand upon his guard, And have a continuall larum bell in his ear.

Thanks. v. Forms of Thanking. To Thaw. v. Melt.

To unknit, unfetter, unlock the ice. The Pythian Knight Doth strip the mountains of their snowie lawns, The crusted snow dissolves, and all those veins Which frost had fettered up in Chrystall chains, Are now dissolv'd.

Theseus.

Aegeus glorious seed. Great Narathon resounds his praise For slaughter of the Cretan bull. Vulcans seede By him glad Epidaure beheld to bleed. Periphetes, Savage Procrustes death Cephisia view'd, Elusis Cercyons. Scinis ill endued, With strength so much abus'd, who beeches bent, And tortur'd bodies twixt their branches rent, He slew. If we his years should number with his acts, His years would prove a cypher to his facts. Ariadne's faithlesse spouse. T••at slew the monster of the Labyrinth, And the Arthenians from their tribute freed. Helens first ravisher.

Theeves.

Who dayly marke Those houses, which they plunder in the darke.

Thetis. v. Sea. Waves.

Doris fair daughter. Nereus fair issue. The Queen of seas. The Goddesse with the silver feet. Fair Queen of waves. Achilles beauteous mother. The faire Queen of the liquid plains. The powerful Lady of the sea. Queen regent of the waves. Out of whose spatious cisterne daily flow Refreshing streams, which as they run do fill, Earths duggs, the hillocks, so preserving still. The infant grasse. Faire pearle and glory of the sea.

Thighes.

The alabaster rocks. Supporters of the beauteous frame. Soft ivory pillars. Well proportioned columnes. The sister pillars of soft ivory.

Thinne.

Thin as burnt aire. Thin as the starved chaps. Thin as the unsubstantial ghosts. Stretcht to an airy thinnesse.

Thirst. v. Draught.

My tongue wants moysture, and my jawes are dry. Scarce is there way for speech. Water to me were Nectar. Such was Latona's when the Lycian clownes

Denied her water. No greater is the thirst of Tantalus.

Thought.

The still borne issue of the mind. Silent discourse, the quiet creatures of the soul. Tenants of the heart. Free inhabitants of the breast. That know no prison. Free borne issue of the mind. That are not subject to an human law, Nor but of God, and conscience stand in aw. The souls still language. The minds parliament.

Thunder v. Lightning.

Joves hitting shafts. Inevitable flame. Joves trident. Cyclopian darts, shafts. The vengefull flame. He thunders, and with hands that cannot erre, Hurles lightning. The three forkt shaft. The breaking cloud rackt by the winds, Hot from the cyclops anvile. Aerial tumults. The throwes and shrieking of the childbed cloud. Whilst her hot issue from her cloven wombe. Tears out a forced passage. Loud Artilery of heaven. Loud noises that torment the aire. The voice Of angry heaven, intrancing with its noise, That rend th'amazed firmament, and makes Th'affrighted rafters of the skie to shake. The balling issue of the sulphury cloud, That tears in peeces the wide cheeks of aire. Joves fire-breathing horse. Wherewith dull earth, and wandering rivers quake, Yea Stygian fens, and horrid dwellings shake, Of horrid Taenarus, and Atlas bounds. Heavens cholerick, angry, chiding language. Heavens arrowes shot from the divided cloud. The coughing, hoarse barking of the skies. Heavens chin-cough. Clouds roaring conflicts from their breaches throw Darts of inevitable flames.

To Tie.

To knot, manacle, fetter, gyve, chain, infetter, lock.

Time.

The eternal clock. Swift old dotard, Which glides away with undiscovered hast, And mocks our hopes. The nimble aged syre.

Swift speedy time feathered with flying houres, Whose constant course doth every thing devoure. That doth unglosse the flourish set on youth, And delves the paralels in beauties brow. Whose slippery wheele doth play In humane causes with inconstant sway, Motions swiftest measure. The motion of the ever whirling wheele. Devouring cormorant. That common arbitratour. The general invader. That ever flying minute, The moth of nature, and of a••t. Natures book▪worme. The shop and mint of change. The universal Justice, that tries all things. Untangler of all knots. Who greedy to devoure, His own and all that he brings forth. Is eating every piece of houre, Some object of the rarest worth. Truths aged father. The most abhorred Stratagems of night, Lurking in cavernes from the glorious light, By him perforce are from their dungeons hurld, And shew'd as monsters to the wondering world▪ Whose absence all the treasury of earth Cannot buy out. I••revocable time. Not all The wealth or treasures of the earth recall One of his swift-wing'd minutes back. The bald unbribed witnesse.

Timanthes.

The famous painter that allow'd no place For private sorow in a princes face, Yet that his piece might not exceed belief, He cast a veile upon supposed grief.

Tombe. v. Grave.

The solitary vault. The marble monument. The guilded marble, or the brazen leaves. A stone to bear Witnesse, that once we were. The blind dark vault. The chest Which harbours the pale ashes, sad dust, The vault were the sad ashes lie.

The coole vault. The dark silent roome. The monumental vault. The melancholy chamber of the earth. The marble where we are. Slaves to the tyrant wormes. Cold burthen of our ashes. The gloomy cave. That glorious trouble ore the grave. The gorgeous pallace of the dead. Sad entertainment of the grave. The dead's embroydered clothes. The sacred vault where ashes proudly dwell, And dead, as living do their pomp expresse, In sumptuous tombes, like gorgeous pallaces, That sever the good fellowship of dust, And spoile their meeting. Unenvied mansions of the dead. The gloomy house of death. Deaths silent mansion. That often perjur'd stone bearing a lying postscript. Where none can bribe impartial wormes to spare, Princes corrupt in marble.

Tongue.

The hearts Herald. The thoughts Embassadour. The minds interpreter. The legate of the soul. The best, worst dish▪ Great litle member. That shapes the aire to words. Mother of speech.

Toppe.

Summit, crownet.

Torch.

Flaming pines, sputtering flames, oyly pines, Pitchy tapers.

Torment.

Strapado, rack, martyr, excruciate, grate, eate.

Torne.

Mangled, minc'd▪ scatter'd, shatter'd, shiver'd, anatomiz'd

Tower.

Turret, arcenal, cittadel.

Tragedian.

Whose angry muse doth in her buskins rage, And her long tragick robe doth brush the stage, Whose numbers thunder, and whose quills Fresh drops of death at every word distill. The 〈◊〉〈◊〉 of Melpomene.

Traveller.

The curious exile. Expert in all but home Cosmography. That hath seen much, but can discourse of more, And with a pretty bold authority Challenge belief, even when he tells a lie

Trees. v. Shade▪

The shady screens: The leavy covertures. The birds leavy cage, With bushy crowns, and leavy hats. Whose curled tops deny the heavens great eye To see the stock they were maintained by. The standarts of the woods. Muff'd with hoary mosse. Under whose shade the Nightingale would bring Her chirping young, and teach them how to sing; The woods most sad musitians thither hie, As if't had been the Muses Castalie, And warbled forth such elegiack strains As struck the winds dumbe. That stretcht their branching armes. That give a welcome shelter to the beasts, When scorching summer them with heat infests.

Tremble. v. Quake. Fear.

She trembles like a lambe snatcht from the fangs Of some fell wolfe, that dreads her former pangs, Or as a dove, who on her feathers bears Her bloods fresh streams, and late felt talons fears. So trembled Philomele in Tereus armes, When she perceiv'd her now approaching harmes, Like shaking corne, which waveth with the wind. And like a misshap'd letter I do stand, Which hath been written with a trembling hand, As the sea trembles, when light winds do blow, O•• waving aspes.

Triton.

Whose shrill shell-trumpet seas and shores do hear, His snorting sea-horse doth bestride, Thrusting his shell spurs in his brawny side. The scaly herald of the sea. Whose shells loud blast Blew floods affright, his figure to his wast Presents a man, the rest a fish, before

His monstrous breast, the foaming furges roare. Neptunes blew brother.

Triumph.

The laurel crownes their browes, they Io sing, And to the captiol their trophies bring. In ivory chariot rides The glorious wardrobe of the victors show. High pallaces are now with garlands dight, And smoking incense, turnes the day to night, Now the white victimes by the axe are slain, And with their purple blood the pavements stain; The captive kings more to encrease the show, Before the plumed horse do chained goe. The subj••cts by loud shouts their love do shew, Whilst all the way with sweetest flowers they strew, The V••ctors Temple crown'd with verdant baies, The souldiers singing Io to his praise, While in his ivory chariot drawn he goes Into the temple. v. May's continuation of Lucan. lib. 5.

Troy.

P••iams unhappy town. The ancient city of Laomedon. Ten years assaulted by the angry Greeks. Laomedons rich city. The God-built city. Whose walls were built by the sweet harmony Of Phaebus harp. Hectors native towne. Unhappy Pergamus. Distressed Ilium.

True.

Unquestioned as an oracle. Undoubted verity. True as the voice of Jove. The Pythia from the tripos never gave A truer answer. When this is false, then truth it self may ly.

Trumpet.

The martial trumpet gives the bloody sound. That gived the cruel noise. The tragical Alarme. A trumpetter is a man whose profession is not so worthy, as to occasion insolence, and yet no man so puft up. His face is as brazen as his tumpet. He is somewhat in the nature of a hogshead, shrillest when he is empty. No man proves life more to be a blast, or himself a bub∣ble,

and he is like a counterfeit bankrupt, thrives best when he is blown up.

Truth.

Times eldest daughter. Times wonted off-spring. Upon her head she wears a crown of stars, Through which her orient haire waves to her wast, By which believing mortals hold her fast. And in those golden cords are carried even, Till with her breath she blowes them up to heaven. She wears a robe enchast with eagles eyes, To signifie her sight in mysteries. Upon each shoulder sits a milk white dove, And at her feet do witty serpents move. Her spacious armes do reach from east to west, And you may see her heart shine through her breast. Her right hand holds a sun with burning raies, Her left a curious bunch of golden keyes. With which heavens gates she opens and displaies. A chrystal mirrour hangeth at her breast, By wh••ch mens consciences are searcht and drest. In her coach wheele Hypocrisie lies rackt, And squinteyed slander with vain glory backt, Her bright eyes burn to dust, in which shines fate, An Angel Ushers her triumphant gate. Whilst with her fingers, fans of stars she twists, And with them beats back errour clad in mists. Eternal unity behind her shines, That fire, and water, earth and aire combines, Her voice is like a trumpet, loud and shrill, Which bids all sounds in heaven and earth be still.

Turnings.

Me••nders, writhings, wheelings, windings, esses, ma••es, whir••ings, whiskings.

Twilight. v. Evening.

Now to the day succeeds that doubtful light, Which neither can be called day, nor night. The wavering light. The doubtfull close of day. Nor had night spread Her sable mantle, yet, though day was fl••d, That part of day in which we might Not speak a falsehood, though we call'd it night.

Tyrant,

Whose law is will, By which they governe, spoile and kill. That knowes no bounds, but makes his powers his shores Themselves esteeme, Made for themselves, and all the world for them. Whilst heavens great law, given for their guide appears Just and unjust, but as it waits on theirs. Scruing up the pins of power too high. Not cutting but ravelling out mens lives. He seldome sleeps soundly, having blood for his bolster. His fancy presents him with strange masques, Wherein only feinds and furies are actors. The fright awakes him, and he is no sooner glad that it was a dream, but fears it is propheticall. Having lived in other mens blood, he commonly dies in his owne. As if he had a quarrel at all mankind, killing all he comes near. Who what they cannot gain By fairer language Tarquin like constrain. That can what soere he wills, wills what he can, To whom it is enough to be guilty, to have power to be guilty. Wanton cruelty, knowing no Horizon. Punishing not so much for hate, or anger, as because he felt not the smart of punishment. Pleasing themselves in making others wrack, the effect of their power. Whose liking was his justice. Sporting themselves in pains, and making others praiers the argument of their victories.

Disdaining to obey any thing but his passion, which he calls his mind. Observing no formality but what passi∣on suggests.

To whom the eloquence of hatred, hath given revenge the face of delight. Able to teach Tiberius craft, and Nero cruelty. His will is his God, and power his law. A man that can be as ill as he lists,

And loves to be as ill as he can, and as much as any ad∣vancement can be got by it.

The red eyes of strain'd authority.

That with their humour onely can comply. He keeps a constant kennell of blood hounds, To accuse whom he pleaseth, which will depose more than men an suppose. He leaves nothing to his poor subjects they can call their own but their miseries. Dancing pleasantly at the dolefull Dirty of dying groans Like Devils in flesh, antidate hell in inventing torments. Epicurising on poor mens pains▪ Killing men for their wealth ••s the west indians kine for their tallow.

V. cruel.