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.

V. Pleasant Place. Valiant. Valour.

Puissance, p••owesse, fortitude, chivalty. The souldiers vertue, the soul of war. A man made all of fire. Attemptive spirits. ••ndaunted, high, erected spirits, The dead quake in their grave to think of them. One that dare prop the sun if it should fall, Dares grasp the bolt from thunder, And through a Canon leap into a town. One that dare die next his heart in cold blood, That leads the fight, and lets no danger passe Without improvement. The fl••nts he treads upon.

Sparkle with lustre from his arms, As if in love with danger, That life can sobetly despise. Undaunted spirits that encounter those, Sad dangers, we to fancy scarce propose, That deride Pale death, and meet with triumph in a tomb, Who to pale fear, Whispering danger never lent an ear. That sells his life dear to his foes, Whom dangers do encourage and invite A spirit scorning justest fears. As if incapable of fears, Who, when a foot, is mounted upon an high spirit, Flying nothing more than the mention of flying, The sweetnesse of life cannot so flatter the palate of the soul, as make him swallow the bitternesse of an eternall disgrace. As the Indian for his gem doth sound the stood, He dives for honour in a sea of blood, Glazing his valour in a crimson flood, A spirit that hath outgrown his years, Trampling depressing fears, Under his valiant feet, sets bravely on The Front of danger, 'Twixt whom an fear there's an antipathy. A spirit that durst war against the fates. That dare set his naked breast Against the thunder. Giving a Majesty to adversity. Making time hast it self to be witnesse of their honours▪ and o•• place witnesse to another of the truth of their doings. Men of such prowesse, as not to know fear in themselves, a•• yet to teach it others that had to deal with them. A courage apt to climb over any danger. Observing few complements in matters of arms, but such as pro•• anger did indite to him. Giving as many wounds as blows, as many deaths as wound That can face the murdering Canon, When it blows ranks into the air like chaffe, A courage that knows not how to fear. As full of spirit as the Moneth of May. A spirit of greater confidence, Than can admittance give to thoughts of fear. Will fight untill his thighs with dares

Be almost like a sharp quill'd porcupine, Every gash he receives is a grave for him that made it, That being angry doth forget He ever heard the nime of death. An unaffrighted mind. Didaining fortune with his brandisht steell, Which smoakt with bloody execution, Like Valours minion carved out his passage. Bellona's Bridegroom, ushrinking spirit, So daring that he would Go on upon the gods, kisse lightning, wrest The engine from the Cyclops and give fire At face of a full cloud. Looks like Apollo, rais'd to the worlds view, The minute after he the Python slew. An heart that scorneth danger, With a brain Beating for honour▪ Like Eagles, his undazzeled eyes Affront the beams, that from the steel arise. That looks on his enemies with a kind of noble heavinesse, no insul∣tation. A spirit that to sullen fear, Whispering death ne'r lent a gentle ear, Like to the Roman Scevola dothstand, Bathing in flames his Salamander hand, And with a sober scorn doth laugh to see The worst incensed fates can do. Amazing death, to see with dying pride, In her pale chariot him in triumph ride, That wear their lives at their swotds point, Whose courage out-brave all fear,

If he do not live to enjoy the honour he purchaseth with his blood he leaves the world his Executor, and to it bequeaths the rich in∣heritance of his memory.

Ready to disburse his life upon a good occasion. Adventuring upon such designs, as have no more probability, Than is enough to keep them from being impossible. That ne'r saw fear, but in the face of the enemy, Hands of steel, and hearts of diamond. His valour like the Fairy Arthurs shield, Which but disclos'd awak'd the weaker eyes Of proudest foes, and won the doubtfull field,

A God-like courage, which no soft delight Can weaken, nor the face of death affright. A courage us'd to victory as an inheritance, Having the Thracian God tied to their swords, More than his body was to Vulcans chain. A wise well tempered valour. Those gyants, death and danger, Are but his ministers, and serve a master, More to be feard than they, and the blind Goddesse Is led amongst the captives in his triumphs.