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.

Calm.

When not a wrinckle seen on Thetis face, And so much breath as with a gentle gaile, May cause an easie swelling of the saile Joves eg-born issue smile upon the flood; And with their milder aspect do appear, To be a warrant from all future fear Smooth as a Ladies glass, or what shines there, The Sea was now. As when the Alcyon harcheth on the sand

Neptune his trident layes aside, And Triton his loud sound••ng shell inspires, Giving the waves a signal to retire, The smoother waves glide slowly. Calmer far Than in their sleeps forgiven hermits are. The Halcion sits upon her floating nest Seven winter daies with peaceful calme possest, Then safely saile, then Aeolus incaves The justling winds, and smoothes the stooping waves. The drowsie winds do sleepe. All the sea prostrate in soft slumbers slept, A calme so gentle that no aire Breaths strong enough to stir a virgins haire. The courteous sea Did smooth his wrinkled brow, the winds did sleepe, And only whispered musick to the deep. VVhen seas and winds are silenc'd by a calme The seas flat face now all becalmed lies, Like standing pooles, no waves or billowes rise. The bridled sea stands, and observrs no more Her antient course, she had forgot to roare, No tides flow to and fro, nor seemes the sun To dance upon the waters motion, No winds then wrastled. Her waves the tired main, By the winds leave compos'd and smooth'd again. The heavens and seas put on their robes Of setled motions. VVhen Triton drives his blew steedes ••re the seas. Calme winds have smooth'd the seas rough brow. The waves were all at peace. The flagging mainsail flapt against her yard, The uselesse compasse and the idle card VVere both neglected upon every side, The gamesome Porpoyse tumbled on the tide, Grim Neptune wip'd his foamy mouth, Held his tridented M••ce upon the south. The whispering winds do tell their tale In such a breath as may but fill a saile. No winds but such as rock the waves asleepe. The smooth ••ac'd Keptune with his gladder smiles

Visits the banks of his beloved Is••••s, The winds retire and sink into their sea••, And sea-green Triton sounds a shrill retreat. When the ships glide upon the sleeping wave, The smiling Nimphes dance upon the rising wave, The wind courts the sails. The sea Wears browes as smooth as virgins be, Tempting the Marchant to invade his face. The winds were like a servant waiting on them, So just that they might fill the sailes as they listed. Old Nere••es on his Dolphin rides, Presenting bridles to direct the tides. No wind rebells. The aire was calme, and on the level brine, Slick Panope with all her sisters plaid, As still as midnight were the sullen waves, And Neptunes silver-ever-shaking brest, As smooth as when the Halcion builds her nest, None other wrinkles on his face were seene Than on a fertile mead or sportive greene, Where never plow share ript his mothers wombe, To give an aged seed a living tombe. The winds with wonder whist Sweetly the waters kist, Whispering new joyes to the mild Ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, Whilst birds of calme sit brooding on the charmed wave. Nor blinded Mole the batning earth ere stird, Nor boyes made pitfals for the hungry bird. The whistling reeds upon the waters side Shot up their sharp heads in a stately p••ide, And not a binding Osier bowd his head, But on his root him bravely carried, No dandling leaf plaid with the subtile aire, So smooth the Sea was, and the skie so faire.