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.

Fortunate. v. Happy.

Whose souls are only troubled how to bear the burthen of their blisse. Envie put out thine eyes, least thou shouldst see The Oceans of delight that flow in me. Fortunes eldest son and heir. Fortunes white boy. The button on fortunes cap. I fear My soul hath her content so absolute, That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fates. Happy enough to pity Caesar. As if both heaven and earth should undertake To extract the best from all mankind to make One perfect happy man. He takes it for an injury, If fortune chance to come behind his wish. Nor doth wide heaven that secret blessing know To give, that she on him doth not bestow, Blind fortune is his slave, and all her store, The lesse he seeks her, followes him the more. Born under joyful destinies, and smiling stars. Like to the stately swan,

Rididing on streams of Blisse; more rich array'd With earths delight, than thoughts could put in ure, To glut the senses of an Epicure Tired with the surfet of delight More fortunate than he, To whom both Indies tributary be. To move as a star in the orb of happinesse, Moving in a Labyrinnth of delight Which have More happinesse than modesty could crave. Fortunes great pledge, to whom Fa••e ever ow'd so much. Environ'd with delights Commanding Fortune. The favourite of heaven. In favour with the stars. Fortunes darling, Minion. Swimming, bathing in felicity, One that knows not so much as the name of misery, To whose nativity the Fates doow A swelling glory. For whom A glorious thread they spin, such as their Loom Is proud to see. An happinesse worthy the envy of the gods. Happinesse courts him in her best array, To whom all blessednesse in nature is a servant. Child of indulgent fortune. As if Fortune had got eyes onely to cherish him: As happy as Metellus. As Polycrates. Thy tents shall flourish in the joyes of peace, The wealth and honour of thy house encrease. Thy children and their offspring shall abound, Like blades of grass, that cloath the pregnant ground. Thou full of dayes like weighty shocks of corn, In season reap'd shall to thy grave be born. The fight of him doth strike the envious blind. As the mounted Sun Breaks through the clouds, and throws his golden rays A out the world: so his increasing dayes Succeed in glory.