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.

Eyes.

Those lovely Lamps, those fleshie stars, The souls windows. Starry twins. Cupids quiver, Sparks excelling in their shine Fairest beams of Erycin••. Cupids piercing shafts The wombs of Stars, from whence At every glance a constellation flies Sparkling Chrysolites. Natures looking glasses, The bodies lattices, watchmen, scouts, sentinels, Cupids burning glass••s. Loves silent Oratours, Loves train band. Loves select band. Loves artillery, The starrie Jewels. Loves Legats, Embassadours, Looks the Embassie of Love. Loves Magizin of Archerie. Bright was the Sun, but brighter were her eyes; Such are the Lamps, that guide the Deities, Nay, such the fire is, whence the Pythian Knight, Borrows his beams, and lends his sister light. Eyes whose life infusing beams, Have power to melt the Northern icie streams, And so inflame the Gods of those bound seas, They should inchain their Virgin passages, Under whose lids do move, In nimble measures, beauty, wit, and love. Eies whose raies, Might thaw the frozen Russian into lust, And parch the negroes, hotter blood to dust. The Chrystall Cisterns that send out hot streames, Of liquid pearle, An eye might captive love. Beauty sometime in all her glory crown'd. Passing by that clear fountain of her eye, Her sunshine face there chancing to espie, Forgot her self, deeming she had been drown'd; And thus whilest Beautie at her beautie gazed She with her own perfections was amazed, 'Twixt joy and grief, she wi••h a smiling frowning Cast in her self, to save her self from drowning The Well of Nector, pav'd with Pearl and Gold; Where she remains for all eyes to behold, An eye where Loves dance galliards, On whose eye-lids sit A thousand Nymph-like, and enamoured graces, Bright Citherea's Arks of love;

Loves dumb musick, silent Oratory Rhetorick, The souls casemen••s. Natures Paradise, Beauties Chrystal quivers. The busie wanderers Cupids nest. Magick circles. Harbingers of Love, Cupids chariot, fowlers arrows, torches, touch-box, matches, Secret Oratours, thoughts ••mbassadours, Pandars of the soul, Nuntio's of the mind; Letting more light out then they take in, Eyes, which so far all other lights control They warm our mortal parts, but these our soul. The rowling eyes Cast flames, like lightning darted from the skies Gilding the object, whereupon they gaze The windows through, which the heavens delight to peep, Which when the heavens do spie, They think themselves braved by a lower skie. Where en trencht Cupid lies, And from these turrets all the world desies The salvages, that worship the Suns rise Would hate their God, if they beheld these eyes, All heavenly beauties joyn themselves in one To shew their glory in her eye alone; Which when it turneth its celestiall ball A thousand sweet stars rise, a thousand fall, Eyes sending forth such pointed darts As peirce the hardest Adamantine heart Whose motions wheel the restless fate of every lover. Those suns display, Their lids, and thence let out imprisoned day, The tempting books On which even crabbed old men look, Whence every beam creats a day Cupids throne befet with beams, An eye. Quick, round, and full, raid round with majesty; The Eagles do produce their b••ood To try their young ones there. Two sprightful jetty eyes, Where subtle Cupid in close ambush lies Two of the fairest stars in all the heavens, Having some business, do intreat her eyes To twinkle in their sphears, till they return, Whose eyes in heaven

••ould through the airy region stream so bright ••hat birds would sing, and think it were not night, Eyes that seem a temple, where love and beauty are mar••ed, ••hose every looks a triumph; Which nothing like themselves can fee; Eyes, which when so ere they rove All the Spheres of beautie move, Which while they make love conquer, conqver love The school where Venus hath learnt chasti••y, Eyes which marry state with pleasure And keep the keyes of Natures chiefest treasure, Whose shining eyes Are the two greater lights of ••••pids skies To cure his blindness love doth make repair Unto her eyes, able to steal the lookers on, and leave Them quite unfurnisht. Cupid did espy The greatness of his God-he••d in her eye, The Deities Of love light torches at her flaming eyes. Love was dandled in her eye, Yet curbd with a beseeming gravitie Eyes might with a beck command a Monarchi••; Eyes which hit when Cupids shafts do miss. That shut their coward gates on atomies Wounding eyes At every glance an arrow flies, Whose lasting eyes, Out-lookt the starry Jewe••s of the Skies.