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.

Blush.

The Virgin-die, the rosie-blush; ensign of modesty; And in her blushes Lies modesty, as in a bed of Coral; So blusht Calisto, and the Virgin crew, When in the fount Joves rape on her they knew. So blusht Diana, when Actaeon saw Her naked in the fount, to dy the cheeks in blushes. Such is the colour which the Clouds adorn, Shot by the Sun-beams, or the rosie-morn; Venus so blusht when she was found By all the gods in bed with Mars, and bound In Vulcans net. So apples shew upon the sunny side, So Ivory with rich Vermillion dide, So pure a red, the silver-moon doth stain, Then when the beaten brass do sound in vain Even so the purple morning paints the skies, Her face fl••sht with imbosomed flames. The rosie dye that decks the morns uprise Flusht in her face. Her vertuous blood. Struck with respective shame. So looks the Rose, When she her taintless beauty doth disclose, She lookt out And all the Air, she purpled round about. Clad all in Crimson, shame sits in her cheeks, Her cheeks struck with a rosie red, As setting Suns do give unto the west When morning tempests are pre••igured, Vermillion, signal in a guilty che••k Warm blood upon the guilty cheek, Her cheeks a deaper scarlet were

Than the chaste mornings blush, Lifes blood, which from the heart is sent In beauteous field, pitcheth hie crimsome Tent In lovely sanguine suits, the Lilly cheek, Whilest it but for a resting place do••h seek And changing oftentimes with sweet delight, Converts the white to red, the red to white, The lovely blush, the paleness doth distain; The paleness makes the bush more fair again. Have ye beheld when fresh Aurora's eye Sends forth her early b••••ms, and by and by Withdrawes the glory of her face, and shrowds Her cheeks behind a ruddy mask of clouds, Such were her looks. Have you beheld when Titans lustful head Hath newly div'd into his sea-green bed With Thetis, how the bashful Horizon Enforc'd to see, what should be seen by none, Looks red for shame, and blusheth to discover, Th' incestuous pleasures of the heaven-born lover, A sweet Vermillion tincture staind The brides fair cheeks, the more that she restraind Her blush, the more her disobedient blood, Did over-flow, as if a second flood Had meant to rise, and for a little space, To drown that world of beauty, in her face; The ruby flames do flush Into their faces, with a modest blush, Cheeks with kindly clarret spread Aurora like, new out of bed. O•• like the fresh Queen-apples side, Bl••shing at sight of Phoebus pride, Her cheeks in red letters writ more, Then her tongue could speak. The modest evidence of inward vertue, A blush, modest as morning, when she coldly eyes, The youthful Phaebus. A scarlet blush, her guilty cheeks arraid, Such as a Rose mixt with a Lilly breeds Or when the Moon travels with charmed steeds, Or such wherewith, lest years should turn the die, Arachne stains, Assyrian Ivo••y.