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.

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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.
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Poole, Josua, fl. 1632-1646.
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London :: Printed for Tho. Johnson,
1657.
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Epithets.
English language -- Rhyme -- Dictionaries.
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Coward v. Brgadochio.
A son of fear, whose blood is whey. A full bubble, a valiant vanity. That in high tearms can swear down fortresses, And spoil the enemy before he sees him. Whose spiri's onely active in his hel. One that hath indented with the grave to bring all his limbs thither. A Crpet knight. That date do nought but fear. Possessed with an ignominous fear. That manhood only by their beard bewray. Alivelsse damp beleaguers every joynt, as oft he swounds As ere he views his sword or thinks on wounds. That swings his sword about his head and cuts The empty aire, which hsseth him in scorne.

Ready to run away from himselfe, like the Satyr that ran away a•••• the noyse of the noyse of the horne which he himself blew.

Looks as if his eyes would run into his soul, and his soul out of his body upon the least sent of danger.

Castng such unlikely dangers, as all the planets together could ••••arce conspire. Clinias. Damaetas. hersites.

A valiant voice, that is resolved to have his sword never curst by a∣ny widow.

Hs blcod not daring to be in so dangerous a place went out of his face, and hid it selfe more inwardly, and his very words as if affraid of blowes came slowly from him.

Affraid of his own sword he wears, and affrighted wih the clashing, of his own armour.

VVhose feet is his best defence, and his tongue his best weapon. A dish of skimm'd milke. Tost and butter. That fear the report of a calver. VVorse than a stuck foole, or hurt wild-duck. The fanning of his enemies plume would nod him ino despaire. Cream-fac'd fellow, lilly-liverd, whey-face, linnn chekes, pigeon∣liverd.

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That wears all his daggers in his mouth,

And will see his sister sooner naked than a sword.

His blood runs thick, as if it would blot a sword.

Prometheus was a sleepe while his heart was making, and forgot to put fire in it.

If once his eye be struck with terrour, all the costick phisick in the world cannot stay him.

Wonderful, exceptious and cholerick, where he sees men are lo•••• to give him an occasion, and you cannot pacifie him better than by quarrelling with him.

Whom when he is most hot, you may easily threaten into a very ho∣nest quiet man.

The sight of a sword wounds him more sensible than the stroke, every man is his master that dare beat him, and every man dares that knowes him.

He is a Christian merely for fear of hell fire, and if any religion could fright him more, he would be of that.

Such as would conquer victory it self, if it stood in their way as they fly.

Loving to shew a nature steep'd in the gall of passion, display the ignoble tyranny of prevailing discords, being valiant against no resistance, and making no resistance when they meet true valour.

That would sooner creep into a scabbard, than draw a sword, and endure a bullet than shoot of a musket.

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