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.

VVinter.

VVhen Isicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nails, And Tom bears logs unto the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pales, Then blood is nipp'd and wayes be foul. And nightly sings the staring owl, When all aloud the winds do blow, And coughing drowns the Parsons saw, ••nd birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marians nose looks red and raw. When rosted crabs hiffe in the bowl, And nightly sings the whoopping owl, When we can see nothing but a pale Sunne, and a thread bare ••••ath.

When roping Isicles hang on the ears, When Capricorns cold Tropick lengthens night And old men tell their tales, as by the fire They tost themselves. The Sun to us a niggard of his rayes, Revelleth it with our Antipodes. The years cold and decrepid time, When Flora's self doth a freez jerkin wear, The springs by frost Having taken cold, And their sweet murmures lost. The Evening of the year. Old age of the year. Winter storms do crisp the hills, The abstract of the iron age. Boreas congeals the snow, and bears the earth with hail, When in the air winds meet with such a shock, That thundering Skies with their incounters rock, Then comes old winter void of all delight, With trembling steps, his head or bald, or white, The leavie branches, then put off their green. The snowie dotage of the year, When downie snow did make the fields look old. Jove his cold Javelin throws Upon the earth, and whites it all with snows, When floods embrace the snows fair tender flakes, As their own brood. When hardly feed the flocks, And Isickles hang dangling on the rocks, When Hiems binds the floods in silver chains, And hoary frost hath candied all the plains, VVhen every barn rings with the threshing flails, And shepherds boyes for cold do blow their nails, Which with many a storm. Beat the proud Pines that Ida's tops adorn, And makes the sap leave succourlesse the shoot, Shrinking to comfort the decaying root, Divorced leaves then carpet all the ground, Winter doth the earth array In suits of silver gray, when night and day Are in dissention, night locks up the ground, VVhich by the help of day is oft unbound, The winter comes and makes each flower Shrink from the pillow where it grows. And the intruding cold hath power

To scorn the perfumes of the rose, When seas are fettered in cold chains of ice. Wrincles the beauty of the fields, When we have pigmie dayes, Hiems locks up the rivers with her icy key, Phebus lamp to our horizon low The shortest dayes, and coldest doth bestow, From Capricorn cold winter glaz'd the floods, And pur••'d with frosts the fields and naked woods, Every thing hath now His courser nature on winters rough brow, And Boreas blast with envious hast, rends every tree, D••sle••ves each twigge and bough, When trees put off their leavie hats In reverence to old Winters silver hair, When every hoary headed twigge Wears his snowie periwigge, When every bough Wears on his head a cap of snow. When watry Pisces cools fair Phebus side, The frost Candies the grasse, and casts an icie cream Upon the silver lake and Chrystall stream, Heavens archer arrows every where bestows, Headed with ice, feather'd with sleet and snow, Winter hath scal'd the crannies up with frost, And crusted all the grounds. V. Cold, Frost, Ice, Snow.