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.

Cruell.

Like Ounces, Tygers. or the Panthers whelps, Whose healths are morning draughts in blood. As Lycaon when he chang'd his shape VV••••h Selmus turned into an Adaman••. The swallowing Syrts, Charybdis chaft with w••nd, Or some fell Tyger of th' Armenian kind Did him beget—his cruel brest, Rough flint, hard steele, or adamant invest, As if he had drunk of the Ciconian stream, That fre••zeth all the entrailes into stone. He on the cruel Caucasus hard mounts VVas bred, or suckt from Tygers milky ••ounts. Of some Tygers b••ood, Bred in the wast of fr••st-bit Calydon. An heart hewn from a Parian stone. Mortar made of blood and clay. By rocks engendered, ••ib'd with steel. Like Tygers fel••, VVh••m their fierce dams with slaughterd cattels blood, VVere wont to nourish in th' Hircanian wood. Most delighted when They bath and paddle in the blood of men. To whose heart, nature hath set a lock, to shut out pitie. Cataline. Marius. Ner••. M••zentius. Q••••affers of humane blood. Savage rigour. More cruel than a Turke or Troglodite. Than the Laestrigon. The savages to S••ythian rockes confind, VVho know no God nor vertue of the mind,

But only sence pursue, who hunger tame VVith slaughtered lives they and their food the same, Are not so cruel. As Phalaris or fam'd Gemonides. Hircanian Tygar. Numidian Getulian Lion. Anthropophagi. The horse-blood-swell'd Sarmatian, In whose heart a vein of matble growe. Enough to make men waver in the faith, And hold opinion with P••thago••as, That souls of animals infuse themselves Into the trunks of men—whose cu••rish spirit Governd a wolfe, who hang'd for humant slaughter Even from the gallowes did his fell soul fleet, And whilst he laid in his unhallowed den, Infused it self into him. His heart is iron, and his heart-strings wire, The taitnesse of his face sowers ripe grapes. He was not bo••n at— But on some rock within the Pontick la••d, Or Scythian mountain that so wildly stand, And v••ins of flint are every where disperst In sl••nder br••nches through his iron brest. An heart as as hard as brasse, And more obdurate than M••dusa's was. Mercy shall as soon be found at the hands of prevailing cowards.