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.

D.

Dale. v. Valley. Dance.

HE made his natural motion far more sweet, And shook a most divine dance from his feet,

To move in nimble measures. Moving measures. The Spheares could not in comlier order meet, Nor move more graceful, whether they advance Their measures forward, or retire their dance. To meet The sprightly Musick with their numerous feet. Dancing is the descant upon the plain song of walking, And with even motions beat the happy ground. Have you beheld the Graces dance Or seen the upper spheares to moove, So she did tu••n••, returne, advance In her gestures, as she paces, Are united all the Graces.

Dandle.

Ballancing his weight in dancing him. So Hector dandled his Astyanax Then when the nodding plume upon his crest Frighted the child.

Dangerous

As to ore-walk a current roaring loud. On the unstedfast footing of a speare Though hell it selfe should gape. Ruine with her saile-strecht wing, Ready to sink us down and cover us.

Darke.

Gloomy, duskie, pitchy. As the first Chaos ere the light adornes The world, or Phebe fill'd her wained hornes. Dark as the sullen night. Where Phaebus never showes His chearful light. Dark as the Negro's face. Stars shroud their heads in clouds, night lost her eyes. Darke as the drowsie mansion house of sleepe. Not seen by Phaebus when he mounts the skies At height, nor stooping. Darker than Ach••ron. Enough to make a night ••f day. No glimmering spark gave out his feeble rayes, Where yet the gladsome day hath not been seene, Nor Phaebus piercing beams have ever beene. Like the Cimmerian clime, Where sun, nor moon meet out the length of time, Wherein the eye of day A stranger was, and Phaebe's horned light, In vain contended with the shades of night.

VVhere is not so much as that fainter light. The glow-worm shoots at the cold brest of night. Darknesse lights elder brother there did raigne. Dark as the Egyptian night. The heavens did not peep through the blanket of the n••ght. Darknesse as thick as ill me•• clouds can make. D••••k as the blind and quiet age of night. So dark as if the funeral of light VVere celebrated there. The moon into her darkned orbe••e••ires Nor scal'd up stars extend their golden fires.

Day.

The suns bright daughter, issue, heire, The lesser children of the year. The verses of the book of time. The raggs of time. The h••i••es of times old head.

Happy Day.

A day markt white in Clothe's hook. Old men were glad their fates till now did last, And infants that the houres had made such hast In bringing them to see this day. I now first breath and live. VVorthy to be the prime And first account of months, of years, of time. The Calends of all lucky daies, The rubrick, ••pact, epoche, dominical of all happy days. The golden number in a day, VVas never blisse more full and clear than this. The smiling month of M••y Nere lookt so fresh as doth this day. Signe this day with a purer stone. Powre wine unto thy Genius. VVith whiter wooll beclad the day, Children unborn as in the wombe th••y lay, Sigh'd for the losse of seeing such a day.

Space of dayes of nights.

Thrice had bright Phaebus daily chariot run Past the proud pillars of Al••mena'•• son. Twice had the night shed poppy on the heads Of wearied mortals. Thrice Phaebus had unyoak•• his panting steeds Drencht in Iberian seas, whilst night succeeds. S••udded with stars. Ten times had Luc••fer the stars supprest, Twelve times the day-star now had crownd the east.

Now had the Sun in golden Chariot hurld Twice bid good-morrow to the nether world, And Cynthia in her orb and perfect round Twice viewed the shadowes of the upper ground, Thrice had the day-star usherd forth the light, And thrice the Evening-star p••oclaimd the night; Now fifteen courses had the bright steeds run, Thrice had the Golden-sun his hot steeds washt. In the West main, and thrice them sharply lasht, Out of the balmy East. Hyperion from his glittering thron•• Seven times his quickning rayes had bravely shown, The dewy-cheet Aurora's purple die, Thrice dappled had the ruddy morning skie, And thrice had spread the curtains of the morn To let in Titan when the day was born, Phoebus was thrice eoucht in his watry bed The dewy cheekr Aurora did display Her golden locks, and summon up the day, Twice twenty times, and rests her drowsie head, Twice twenty times within old Tithons bed, Five times had Hesper Titan warnd away, Five times again, did Lucifer appear, Waving the standard of the glorious day; Thrice had the bright surveyor of the heaven, Divided out of the day and night by even, And equall houres. Five morns had cleard the Air with Phoebus light, And from the pole remov'd the damps of night, Ere twice the horses of the sun shall bring Their fiery torcher his Diurnal ring, Ere twice in murk and occidental damp, Moist Hesperus hath quencht his sleepy lamp, Or foure and twenty times the Pilots glass Hath told the thievish minutes how they pass; Now fifteen times had Phoebus gone to rest, Inning his Chariot in the gloomy West.

David.

Kingly Prophet, Israels sweet singer, Jesses stout son, Holy song-man, The holy Father of wise Salomon, The father of rebellious Absal••m, That with his sling the mighty champion s••••w, The pious O pheus of the Jew••.

Deaf.

A culvering discharged at his ear, would scarcely bore it, Deprived of the hearing sence, To whom the greatest talkers, are as dumb, One that enjoyes that benefit, that he never hears himself ill spoken of, Deaf as remorseless seas Natures drumme lies in his eares unbraiz'd, Deaf as th' Icarian rocks.

Death.

Natures bold Pursivant. The forgetful lake, The Eclipse of life. The graves purveyour Sleeps, younger brother. The Stygian bay, Eternal sleep within a bed of dust, The two-long-joyned lovers sad divorce, The dark and common period, Tyrant ore tyrants, thou which onely dost Clip the lascivious beauty without lust, The pale-fac't sergeant, that layes us in our ••able chest Natures rude serjeant, the moth of natures Art, The common extinguisher of natures candles, The first Alchy••nist to calci••e into dust The living bodies,—Lifes Epilogue The unsparing Pursivant with Eagles wings, That knocks at poore mens doors, as well as Kings, The sad stipend of the first transgression, The child of sin. Great pale-fac't tyrant, Sad message of the ••ullen b••ll Death attends, Natures pale-fac't bayl••ffe, The parting stirrup at the journeyes end, That night, Which from the living takes the last of light. Hate and terror to prosperity, ••e put my eye-bals in thy vaulty browes And ringe these fingers with thy hous-hold worms, And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust Come grin on me, and I will think thou smilest And kiss thee. Miseries love and wish That onely can Measure the true dimensions of a man Which is at best, An unexpected and unwelcome guest,

Grimme executioner to destiny, Birth-day to Eternity, Unchanged law of Nature. The best and last Physitian.

Ʋntimely Death.

To Whom the Fates owe yeares, Abortive darkness, veils the setting light, The crime and sad mistake of destiny The untimely seisure of the greedy grave, Th' extortion of the rigorous fares. Exacting fate, Deaths supererogation to the ••ates.

Death-bed. v. approaching death.

When the latest sand Of the spent hower-glass is now at hand, And as she spake that word, her voice did alter Her breath grew cold, her speech began to faulter, Fain would she utter more, but her faint tongue, Not able to goe forward faild, and c••••nge To her dry roof—when the drum of death, Beats a cold march. When deaths pale-slags advanced in his cheeks, His eyes turning round in the dance of death. Lips trembling, as though they kist their neighbour death Ready to take his oaths to be deaths true liege-man, Death swims and baths her self within his eyes, He gasps for breath, as the grave gasps for him. That hath ••id the last stage of life, Lises candle twinckles within the socket, When he hath bid the world and life adieve, And set one foot within grimme Charons boa••, Expecting every minute deaths sad summons Lifes ••wilight. When his last testament and grave, Is made an icy stifness, benums by blood.

Deformed.

Her eyes do sink into their holes, As if they were afraid to see the light Her breath infects the Aire, and sowes a pestilence: 'Tis known that she hath eyes by the holes onely Which have crept further in, than her nose out. Her quarrelling teeth Of such a colour are that they themselves Scare one another, and do stand at distance. Nature made her, when she was disposed to just, And length of time, hath made her more ridiculous, Ca••idia new, come from the jawes of hell

Natures Errata, faul•••• escaped natures Print, Which who so hath to wife, Shall nere be cuckolded, unless for spight, By some that durst not do't but in the night. For fear of loathing her. Never sin was at so high a rate, But one nights hell with her might expiate A shape, the Poets were afraid to fain, For fear the shadow might infect their brain With hollow yellow teeth, or none perhaps, With stinking breath, swart teeth, and hanging chaps, With wrinckled neck, and stooping as she goes, With driveling mouch, and with a s••iveling nose, Whose face gives a prospect, which might well Give, a surphet to a weak stomack. Her nose seemed to threaten her chin, Her tears like rain upon dirty furrows Disgracing weeping with her countenance, Her hands those golden golls Tears in her eyes did seem there to bewail Their own disgrace. Like Chaos, or an unlickt Bears whelp, That carries no impression like the dam, The very dogs bark at him as he goes Crusty batch of Nature. A face not worth the scorning, Notclean enough to spit on Made by one of Natures unskilful and idle prentises.

A nose at enmity with all others, and against which no possi∣ble defence, but a pair of Spanish gloves.

That blunders all the rivers he passeth through, and avoids th•• sight of Painters and glasses, lest they should shew him the pattern of his visage:

Goggle-eyed, sparrow-mouthed, gubber-toorhed, canker-eaten∣gummes, hook-nosed, rotten-teeth, Morphew-fact, beetle-browed, her nose and chinne half meet to make the teeth friends that are fallen out. A breath stinking up and down the room, a nose drop∣ping Winter, and S••mmer; A Bavarian poke under her chinne, lav••-••ard, dugges, like two double juggs, bloody-fallen-singers, scabbed-wrists, Cow-wasted, tand-skinne, splay-footed, gouty legs, stinking-feer.

Dowdy, Gorgon, Blouze, Gobrian, Mother, Fulsome;

Cavida, Mopsa, Niso, Fustilugs, That needs no other proof besides her face, To proclaim her witch. So far from being faire, None could be foule, that did with her compare, Natures trespass. Made up of natures worst deformities. She spied her filthyness, and fain she would Have blusht, if through so much dirt she could. Natures Heteroclite, with some member defective, Or redundant. Natures solocisme. A naturall vizard, like a winters Apple, shrunk up together, and half rotten. The Chaos of a man. Aesop, Thersites, Demagoras. The Sun doth almost fear to lend his shine, Least the reflection of his purest raies From such a dung-hill, as she bears about. Might chance to infect the universal Aire So, that a general plague should give the world A second deluge, and make Aire prevent The Doomesday of her sister Element. Nature was idle, and weary of her work, When she shap'd her. The fingers crooked are As Nature made them for no other use, But for to scratch her ugly face; There's Art lies coucht even in mishapness, And he that drawes the foulest monster worse Doth in it pencill out the best of skil; 'Twas Natures pride to shew that skill in her, Or else she made her for her common foyl, To set of all her slips in woman kind, And is not she the Queen of Drabs, * 1.1 Whose head is pe••iwigd with scabs? Whose hair hangs down in curious flakes, All curld and crispt like crawling snakes; The breath of whose perfumed locks, Might choke the devil with a pox, Whose daintie twinings did intice The whole monopoly of lice Her fore-head next is to be found Resembling much the new plowed ground, F••trowed like stairs, whose windings led Unto the chimney of her head, The next thing that my Muse descries,

Is the two mil-pits of her eyes, Mill-pits, whose depth no plumme can sound, For there the God of love was drownd On either side there hangs a souse, An eare I mean keeps open house. An eare which alwayes there did dwell, And so the head kept sentinel, Which there were placed to descry If any danger there were nigh, But surely danger there was bred, Which made them so keep off the head, Something for certain caused their fears, Which made them so to hang their eares. But hang her ears, Thalia seeks To suck the bottle, of her cheeks, Her cheeks, whose pride did make them ••ise, Contending to out-face her eyes. Upon her cheeks I'de longer stay, But that her nose calls me away, Her nose on which all beauty sat, Her Indian, Ruby nose, thats flat; Help Muses now, I have begun That as her nose, my verse may run; Help furies, you that cannot flatter, I know her nose affordeth matter, For on her nose there hangs I wot A curious Pearl of Chryst••ll snot. As purely white, as whitest rose, A dainty gemme for such a nose; But now methinks Thalia skips Intending to salute her lips: Although she fears her lips are such, 'Tis almost pain of death to ••ouch, I'de wish the divill so much bliss Those dayly to be damm'd to kiss; But where shall I find words uncouth To rake the kennel of her mouth? Whose wryness with a certain grace Sets out the beauty of her face, Whose dreary gapings might affright The lustful Incubus of night, And Succubus might be affraid

Hereafter to come near a maid, Whereout in curious posture hunge. The spungy flie-flap of her-tongue, As if that nature did contrive To hang her whilest she was alive. Her teeth were fixt like Eagles clawes Upon the ruines of her jawes, Which there were plac'd like pikemen tall, Something inclining to their fall, Whose ripen'd age did yield them mellow, The curious gold was no•• so yellow, I think she had them by descent From her first father Adam lent Her chin a little lower stands, Much like the cape of bon 'sperance, Which kindly nature stretched so, To point her way, as she doth go. Come Muses at Apollo's beck, And wreath an halter for her neck, Her neck was next, which might have bin A fi•• supporter for her chin But nature to supply her lack, Had d••awn her neck up to her back. V. Sir Philip Sidney's description of Mopsa. Arc. 1. lib.

Degenerate.

To hold a wing Quite from the flight of all his ancestours, Unmindful of his fathers glorious name, He makes his fathers honour be his shame, That bastard well-begot.

By Degrees.

And as a lovely maiden pure and chaste, With naked ivory neck and gown unla••'d Within her chamber, when the day is fled Makes poor her garments, to enrich her bed First puts she off her Lilly silken gown, That shrikes for sorrow, as she layes it down, And with her armes graceth a wastecoat fine, Imbracing her, as it would nere untwine. Her flaxen hair, insnaring al beholders, She next permits to weav about her shoulders:

And though she cast it back, the silken slips, S••ill forward steal and hang upon her lips Whereat she sweetly angry with her laces, Binds up the wanton locks in curious traces, Whilst twisting with her joynts, each hair long linger•• As loath to be inchaind, but with her fingers; Then on her head a dressing like a crown, Her breasts all bare, her kirtle hanging down, And all things off, which rightly ever be Call'd the foul fair marks of our miserie, Except her last, which enviously doth feize her, Lest any eye partake with it in pleasure, Prepares for sweetest rest, till Sylvans greet her And longingly the down bed swels to meet her, So by degrees, &c.

Delay.

That spediest lamely comes to great desires, The stone that waiting suiters grinds By whom at Court the poore mans cause is sign'd, Who to dispatch a suit, will not defer To take death for a joynt Commissioner, Delay the woers bane, revenges hate, The plague to Creditours decayed estate The test of patience, of our hopes the rack That drawes them forth so long, until they crack Vertues best benefactour in our times One that is set to punish great mens crimes.

Delight.

To view with ravisht eyes How lay I all dissolved in delight To surfet with delight, Delight too strong for staid conceit

Deluge.

When as the ancient world did all imbark, * 1.2 Within the compass of good Noahs ark Seven persons onely, were relieved from death, The solid Globe was but a sop, When Proteus drave his finny flock To feed on cliffes of steepy rocks, And to the Elms top fishes clave Where Turtles used their seats to have, And Does by nature fearful ••ride, To pass the Oceans stormy tide.

Despaire. v. Miserable.

When every woe could by dispaire be brought. P••••sents it self unto the troubled thought. Hopeless misery.

Destinies. v. Fates.

The fatal Ladies. Daughters of night and secrecy. That draw the chain of destiny. Upon whose threads both lives and times depend, And all the periods of mortality. The impartial maids. Inexorable three. The impartial tray that spin the fatal twine. The Adamantine sisters. Stern nimphes. The great pair royal of unchanged maids.

Destroyed.

The very ruines now ly ruined. With scarce such reliques as may prove a being. In former times. Bur••ed in its own dust.

Devil. v. Pluto.

Nights black Monarch, sly parent of revolts and l••e••. The grand accuser of the brethren. The Stygian prince. Mans restlesse enemy. The general adversary of humane nature. Hells envious tyrant. Master of the damned crew. The old malicious serpent. The roaring Lyon every hour. Seeking his prey, and ranging to devoure. That grand professour of destructive arts. The prince of hell, VVho whilome from heavens glory fell, Like an infectious exhalation Shot through the sphears. That all shapes Doth counterfeit to perpetrate his rapes. Mans inveterate foe. The soul of envy.

Dew.

The mornings tears. Aurora's liquid pearl. Gemmes which adorne The beauteous tresses of the weeping morne. The tears that swell the roses blushing checks, As if the earth to welcome in the morn, VVould hang a jewel on each ear of corne. That in a gentle shower Drops pearls into the bosome of a flower. The pearly drops which youthful May,

Scatters before the rising day. Diana's silver sweat. The pearly purled showres Hangs on the rose bud tops, and knowing it Must be anon exhaled, for sorrow shrinkes It selfe into a tear. That from Aurora's eyes In Chrystal tears is wept, when she must leave The bed whereon her lov'd Tithonus lies, The aire close mourner for the setting sun, Bedewes her cheeks with tears when he is gone To th' other world. The cold sweat of the morne.

Diana. v. Phaebe.

The chast-born arrow-loving Queen. The chast-born seed of Jove. The beamy Queen. The virgin huntresse. The maiden archer. The grovy Queene. Bow-bearing goddesse. The goddesse of Gargaphia, Titania, Cynthia, Trivia. The three shaped goddesse. Phebus bright sister. Latona's shining daughter.

Dido.

Unhappy Carthaginian Queen. Infortunate Eliza. Phaenician, Phrygian, Tyrian, Sidonian Queen. Aeneas lucklesse hostess. Good Sichaeus widow.

To Die. v. Death. Souls departed.

To cast off the robe of clay. To drop into the grave. To pass the fatal ferry. Death unjoynts the soul and body. Whose latest breath Hath freely paid their full arrears to death. Become a tenant to the grave. Matriculated among the dead. Enrolled in the Register of death. To quit scores with nature. Rak't up in deaths cold embers. The stiffening cold benums her senceless limbs. The winter of cold death Congeales her path of life, and stops her breath. To make A swift descent into the Stygian lake. H••s eyes do swim in night, To pay their debt to the exacting fates. To go on natures embasse. Like poor farmers pay. Quit-rent to nature on the very day.

When we bequeath Our bodies as a Legacy to death. When death shall lulle us in eternal rest. The meeting eyelids conclude a lasting league. To house with darkness and with death. When we must Resolve into neglected dust. When we must Resolve to our originary dust. When we must Commit an incest with our mothers dust. Their rolling eyes together set in debt. Together they expire their parting breath. Their heavy eyes with dying motion ••urning. They close and sigh out death To dislodge the soul. To passe the flamy pile. To accomplish their fate. To pay his period to fate. Sm••ke to the house of death. Whose soul hath fled th' abodes of men. To pay tribute to the fates. To Pluto's mansion dive. To hide his wretched head In Ploto's house, and live amongst the dead. To kisse the cup of death. To nature he obedience gave, And kneeld to do her homage in the grave. His eyes possesse eternal night. The Parcae with impartial knife, Have left his body tenantless of life. ••ossest with lasting sleepe. The pale ghost fleets into aire. ••reading the pathes that lead ••o the dark region of the dead. ••olded up in death. To force Between two long-joyn'd lovers sad divorce. When life doth ebbe away. ••ost in cold night of death. To fall To a loathed nothing, in the ••unera••. To become A Potentate within the starry court Free from th' Eclypse of earth.

Fee from the darksome prison of their clay. To break the prison of our clay. To sayle ore the vast main of death. To shift our fl••sh, to crosse the S••igian lake. T••at have performed the taske of life. Put out the tapour of our dayes. A soul uncas'd, unorgand by the hand of death. To sleepe in peaceful ashes. Death unclasps the fleshy cage. To have his exit from the common scene. Death breaks the shell of sin. And there is hatcht a Cherubin. The Gordian knotted band Of lifes untied. To pay the shot at natures table. To return to their mothers dusty lap. The body is confined to dust. Take a poor lodging in a bed of dust. VVrapt in the cold embraces of the grave. To pay to nature her last duties. To walk the way of nature. To submit to the law of nature ••n the falling eye-lids death appears, VVhen we that precipice shall tread, Vhence none return that leads unto the dead. The tombe Yawns to devoure him. Darknesse veiles the setting light, VVe to the graves infernal prison must Descend, and rot in silent shrouds of dust. Death's all-curing hand doth close the eyes. Lost in the ashes of their funeral.

Dying Beauty,

Fair eyes en••ombed in their sweet circles. Death dallying seeks To entertain it self in loves sweet place. Decayed roses of discoloured cheeks Do yet retain fair notes of former grace, And ugly death sits fair within her face. Sweet remnants ••esting of vermilion red, That death it self doubts whether she be dead. So lookt once poyson'd Rosamund, The l••llies and the roses that while ere, Strove in her cheeks till they compounded were.

••ave broke their truce and fiercely fall'n to blowes, And now the lilly hath overcome the rose.

Different.

Twixt whom is so great od••, Almost as twixt the furies and the Gods, Who these would make to meet, he may as well A reconcilement work twixt heaven and hell, Most inconsistent beings.

Difficult.

VVhich may employ the strength of all their car. And taske their best endeavours. Uneasie taske, enough to rack the brain To bring about, and make all study vain. All Hercules twelve labours put in one, VVould not hold weight, with this alone.

Discourse.

Discourse thus entertaind the day. And in discourse consum'd the shortned night. VVith such discourse they entertaind the feast, That tane away dispose themselves for rest. They rise with day.

Disease.

That tedious guest. H••rbenger of death. Blood-sucker. Deaths arrowes. Deaths pale unwelcome m••ssenger. Vertues shop. Vertues sharp schoolmaster. Unwelcome guest. Sad companion. Unwelcome visitor. The A••mighties rod. The bodies j••rring and untuned Musick. That consumes the reins, And drinks the blood out of the swelled veines.

Doubt. Doubtful.

Even as a ship upon the raging sea Be ween two winds crosse tossed every way. Uncertain, knowes not in what course to set her: O my divided soul! how do I tremble. Like to the doubtful needle twixt two loadstones. One thought another doth controle, So great a discord wracks the wavering soul. Such thoughts had Biblis when she wooed her brother. Such Meleagers mother when she held The fa••al brand. With a battel in the fighting thoughts. As when a mighty Oake now almost fell'd, his fall

On each side th••eatens and waves to and ••ro•• The ague, palsie of the soul. The tumult of distracted minds. Plunged in doubtful passions: The tempest of the thoughts. A strange confusion in the troubled soul, Whose flying though••s are at no certain ••••and. The jarring passion of the struggling soul. Quandaring passion. The souls Labyrinth. T••de of the mind, Earthquake of the brest. The megrim of the soul. Euripus of the mind. Tost like a ship twixt two encountring tides.

Dove.

The feathered steeds that Venus chariot draw. The harmless nuntios of peace, which have all Like other creatures, only want the gall. The birds that bear a rainbow in their neck. The feathered emblems of chast love. The feathered coursers of the Queen of love.

Dreams.

The creatures of the drowsie brain. Sleeps airy shapes. Her sences keep a festival. The fancies revels. The fantasies of night. The slattering visions. The sweet oftence of erring fancy. The fancies Chao••. The fancies poetry. Delighted fancies play. Shape feigning Morph••us in the dead of night, Sent from the King of rest with speedy flight, Presents, &c. As ominous as was Calphurnia's dream The night before her Caesar dyed. Prophetick fancy. Fair sanguine dreams, that see•• to chear the night With beauteous shipes and rosie wings. Such Caesar had before the day He conquer'd Pompey in Pha••salia. With strange ••ormes, and shadowes ominous. Did my last sleep my greedy soul entertain. The smoaky clouds of sleep. Sleepes shadowie operations. The images presenting day desires. Rest-disturbing fancie•• The sleepy brood hatcht by the wings of night. Confused shewes thrown from sleeps horny wand. A ghastly dream that did last night surprize.

The frighted fancy. The mocking of unquiet ••lumbers. Black illusions of the night. Chrystal visions. The maygame of the shaping fancy. The fancies wardrobe rifled, thrown on heaps.

Drink. Drunkard.

With generous wines they chear Their heightned spirits. Empty the bowles of wine and brains of wit. One that will be a man to morrow morning: One heele trips up the other. Makes indentures as he goes. A blind man with eyes, and a cripple with legs on. A speaking tost. A living sponge. Soused in liquor. Drunkenness, Audacious thief that oft before ones face. Steals man away, and leaves a beast in place. One outlawd by himself, all kind of ill Did with his liquor s••ide into his veins. That ••orfeits man, and doth d••vest All worldly right, save what he hath by beast. The soul eclypst. The raving fancy. Puffing his cheeks, blearing his curious eye. Studding his nose with vitious heraldry, While pearls and rubies doth his wine disclose, He makes his purse poor to enrich his nose. So far drowned in d••ink, he needs the Crowner to sit on him. That hates nothing more, than an unfill'd can. Twenty of the dogs dayes rain in his nose. All about him are under the line. His nose in the cup in winter saves the labour of a tost, And is enough to give his drink a second brewing. With bowles so full, At once they fill their bladders and their skull. That to no seat confine Their wounding feet.

Drought. v. Famine. Thirst.

A fiery thirst Sups up the vital humour and doth dry Their beauties up into Anatomy, Leaving not so much moisture that they may Use their throats for complaint. Each bears an Aerna in his thirsty breast. They all complain, yet rests not any where.

So much of moisture as to make a tear. They drink The stale of horses, and the gilded puddle, That beasts would cough at:

To Drown. Drowned.

So headlong Ino with the load she bears, Fell, and the sparkling waves did fall in tears Struck down by Neptunes trident. To make themselves a shipwrack. Dying in water, to revive in fire. VVhom Tnetis in her silver bosome took, That fi••d their tombe and watry grave, VVithin the silver bosome of a wave. To whom rude tempests ••ave Made an unhappy and inglorious grave, The waves that were above when as she fell, For fear flew back again into their well, Doubting ensuing times would on them frown That they so rare a beauty helpt to drown, Her fall in grief did make the stream so roare, That sullen murmurings fill'd all the shore. A jewel never sent To be possest by one sole element, Let's drown him once again within our tears. Entomb'd within the watry main. The saphyre-visag'd God grew proud, Imagining that Ganymed displeas'd Had left the heavens, therefo••e he on him seas'd. VVhom swelling waters do embalme, Neptune for ever do bewaile his death, And all the Nimphs tear off their sea-green haire.

Drumme.

The tongue of war, mocking the loud-mouthed thunder. The clamorous harbenger of blood and death. VVhose doubtful musick doth delight The willing ear, and the unwilling fright. A sound whose concord makes a jarre, 'T••s noyse in peace, though harmony in war.

Dust.

The batter'd center flew. In clouds of dust, rais'd from the horses hoofes, That beat a thunder from the groaning earth.

Clouds of dust did flie As great as Thracian whirle-winds blow about Ore the skies face, and put daies bright eye out, The mounted dust, like smoak obscur'd the skies, The swartish clouds of dust, did sute their arms in gray,

As if the emulous earth meant to have Clouds, as well as the aire. The naked wind appareld her self in dust,

The Aire is choakt with dust.

Dwarf.

Natures Epitomy, manual, Compendium, Enchyridion Natures lesser volumes, short-hand, Decimo sexto, Man in the Print of Amsterdam. A walking thumb, Whose voice more than his stature can Tels us, that he is a man. Jack of the clock-house, A thrum of man, Dandiprat, Hop-on my thumb, Who when he stands on tiptoes seems to sit. Pigmie.

Notes

• * 1.1

  v 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Pastor. Lib. 2. Song ••.
• * 1.2

  v. Duber∣tas end of the second day: v. Sands Ovid. Me∣tamorph. 1. lib. p. 7.