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.

G.

Gale. v. Wind.

VVhispering Gale A Came dallying with the leaves along the Dale. VVhich whispers out its tale. In such soft language, as but fills the sail. The flitting Gales, That cool the bosome of the fruitfull Vales. Natures soft fan. The airs cool whispers. Soft spirits of the air.

The wind pants out small gusts as out of breath

Gamester.

Blacking the night with oathes and imprecations. Spending the day In cursing fortune, and his fruitlesse play, That civil gun-powder which can in peace Blow up whole houses and their whole increase. Th••t spends his time In oaths and exclamations on his fate. That makes his whole estate a lottery. Bewitched with their hopes, they nere give ore, Looking to gain their own, or to win more. There is but a cast at dice betwixt him and a beggar▪

Ganimed.

Joves beauteous Catamite. Whom Joves majestick bird to heaven trust up To ••i••gle nectar in his genial cup. From Ida's shady top. Juno's fair rival.

Garden. v. flowers: Pleasant place. Garland. v. Crown.

Leavie twines, wreathes. Flowry chaplets. Verdant incirclets. Glorious impalement of the brow.

Garments.

Vestment, habits, habiliment, array, raiment, livery, robes; man∣tles garbe, weeds, vestures. The bodies sheath, scabbard. Fairest covers of the foulest shame. Foule fair marks of our misery.

Gemmes.

The pibbles paving Neptunes court. The riches of the unsounded deep. That gay purchase which doth make The scorched Negro dive the briny lake. As rich a gemme As ere enamoured glorious diadem. B••ight gemmes Adding new splendour to the diadems. The wealthy store Of Ganges, and the Erythrean shore; Such Cleopatra wore When she first Caesar met. The rich seas spoiled store. The pride of natures store. Rich spoyles of the Eastern shore. Shell-fish spoiles.

What the diving Moo••e▪ 'Mongst the red weeds seeks for in th'Easterne shore. Some ly in dead mens skulls, and in the holes Where eyes did once inhabite, there were crept, As 'twere in scorne of eyes. Reflecting gemmes That wooe the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock the dead bones that ly scattered by. Rescued from the covetous sand To make the seas hid wealth adorne the land, And though the Sun did hold his light away, You might behold this gemme by its own day. Which impart To wondering eyes the workmans art. That which the Sultans glistering bride doth wear, To these would but as glow-wormes eyes appear; The Tuscan Duke's compared showes thick and dark, These l••ving stars, and his a dying spark.

Ghosts. v. Souls departed.

Dislodged soules. Airy shapes. Fleeting shades. Airy mockeries. Unsubstantial phantasmes. Sightlesse substances. Cold midnight wanderers.

Glad.

This day I received my private Gospel. Swell, swell my joyes, and faint not to declare Your selves as ample as your causes are, I did not live till now, this my first houre Wherein I see my thoughts reacht by my power, The earth receives me not, 'tis aire I tread, And each step that I take my advanced head Knocks out a star in heaven. More glad than is The teeming earth to see the long'd for Sun Peep through the hornes of the celestial ram, My joyes like waves each other overcome, And gladnesse drowns where it begins to flow. It is the only way to make me contradict my selfe when I account•• my selfe miserable. I have not any discontent which is not lost in the joy I receive, This sweetnesse all the bitternesse of my spirit in my most sens••∣ble d••stasts. Eenough to blot out all the story of my misfortune. I surfeit with excessive joy.

Can there be a thing Under the heavenly Iris that can bring More joy unto my soul, or can present My Genius with a fuller blandishment, The raven almost famisht joyes not more When restlesse billowes tumble to the shore An heap of bodies shipwrackt on the sea. I write, and having written I destroy, Because my lines have bounds, but not my joy▪ So joyes the Pilot that hath scap't a grave In the swell'd bosome of an angry wave, And after all his shipwrack't hopes at last Doth in that port his joyful anchour cast, Which hath occasioned many pious aires, And been the subject of his serious praiers. Can fate present What after this, I can call discontent? More proud am I of this, than Phaeton When Phoebus flaming chariot he did guide; Before he knew the danger coming on, Or else than Jason, when from Colchos he Returned with the fleeces victory. Then on his neck shedding a shower of joy, That ten-years travell'd Greek return'd from sea Nere joyd so much to see his Ithaca. Pouring himself into embracements, Loosing himself in Labyrinths of joy. So joy'd Andromeda freed from her chaines And the grim monster. His breast scarce holds his joyes, whose fancy works On golden wonders. I know not whether I then was more compos'd of joy or joy of me, for I seemed not merty, but mirth it self. As glad, as was the wandering youth of Greece, When he from Colchos brought the golden fleece. Like sea-men that descry the land at last, For whose glad sight, they get the hatches under, And to the Ocean tell their joyes in thunder. Shaking those barnackles into the sea, At once that in the wombe, and cradle lay. As Nymphs and Shepheards when the timbrell rings, Or crooked Dolphin, when the saylour sings.

Whose joy and mirth. Transcends the united pleasures of the earth. What angels tongue can let The world conceive our pleasures when we met. Who could have seen how that kind Roman dame Orecome with joy did yeild her latest breath, Her son returning laden with such fame, When thankful Rome had mourned for his death. Might have beheld her personated right, When I approached to—sight. Like as a man whose hourely wants implore Each meals relief, trudging from doore to doore, That hears no dialect from churlish lips, But newes of Beadles and their torruring whips, Takes up perchance some unexpected treasure, New-lost, departs, and joyful beyond measure, Is so transported, that he scarce believes So great a truth, and what his eye perceives, Not daring trust, fearing it is some vision, Or fl••ttering dream, deserving but derision. I am too narrow to contain my joy. The Merchant when he plowes the angry seas, And sees the mounting billowes fall upon him. As if all elements, and all their anger Were turn'd into one vow'd destruction, Shall not with greater joy embrace his safety. My joy cannot shew it self modest enough without the badge of bitternesse, my tears. My plenteous joyes, Wanton in fulnesse, seeke to hide themselves In drops of sorrow. Imparadis'd. An extasie of joy. Drunken with joy. Ready to leap out of their skin.

Glove.

Whose fine proportion showed well what a dainty guest was wont to be lodged therein. The hands sheath.

Glutton. v. Voluptuous.

That dis-people all the elements, to please their palates. That impoverish seas And aire dispeople, their proud tast to please. That greedy tyrant to obey, Who varies still his tribute with the day, His health by surfets forfeiting.

Ve••st only in the kitchen Alchimy, Philosophy. To tire their glutted appetite. Chain'd by the teeth unto their meat and drink. Digging his own grave with his teeth. Witty and ambitious appetite. Three elements at least dispeopled be To satisfie judicious gluttony. Nice palates, Knowing stomachs, That never fast, but presently after dinner, The whole world is his confectionary. Banquet beagles. That wears his brains in his belly. That cannot judge the controverted c••se, Twixt meat and mouth, without the bribe of sauce. That gull the seas, Their witty appetite to please. That eat The heads of par••ets, tongues of nightingales. The brains of peacocks, and of ostriches. And could they get the Phoenix, Though nature lost her kind, she were their dish. Apicius, Geta, Galba. Vitellius. Heliogabalus, Sybarites, Abderites, Sardanapalus.

Goates.

The bearded heard. The wanton flocks. The bleating flocks, Which powle the steepest mountains motly rocks.

God.

Almighty essence, arbiter of fate, Who wisely governs what he did create. Whose unresisted hands do tear The clouds with dreadful thunder. The great Disposer. The g••eat director of the rolling stars. Emperour of Angells. King of stars. The great Creatour. To whom nothing's so great as to resist, nothing so smal as to be con∣temned. The first and last of things. Whose great arme spans the East and West, And tacks the center to the sphear. The great Three-one. That sees the secret chambers of the heart, And with his knowledge can prevent our thoughts. Goodnesse's eternal fountain. Searcher of the heart. The spirit that all the world maintains, And the poiz'd earth in empty aire susteins.

Great self-subsisting nature. One accent of whose breath hath power To ruine heaven and earth, and in an houre To build a thousond more. The worlds great Architect. That his mansion hath on high Above the reach of mortal eye. All living creatures that doth feed, And with full hand supply their need. That with his miracles doth make Amazed heaven and earth to shake, That by his all commanding might, Did fill the new-made world with light.

Gods.

Eternal beings. Awfull powers. Immortal essences. Heav••nly dwellers. The blest Celestials. The deathlesse powers. Heaven imbowred Gods. That on immortal thrones reside. Heavens tenants, that in heavenly Halls Haveblest abodes. Ever-being states. The heavenly housed powers. Skie-thron'd powers. Heaven-housed states. Deities. Immortal Synod of the glorious skie. That do the fates eternal courses know, And tell of things to come. That have the power To trouble or compose all things below their bower. The powers that never vary state. Immorral guests, Which with Ambrosia and Nectar feast. Great Berecynthia's deathlesse pr••geny.

To Go up and down.

To keep their pathes. To apply their steps. To taske their steps to. To divide their nimble paces. To taske the feet. Direct the steps.

Gold.

Pretious dirt. Fairer dunghill. Mechanick trash. Jove knew thee when he courted Danaae, And Cupid wears thee on that arrowes head That still prevailes. On Ida once the Martial maid. Venus and Juno did to mortal eyes. Naked for thee their sacred bodies show The bait of avarice. The glittering oare.

India's rich bowels. Tagus. Pactolus sands. The misers God. The general charme. Bright son of Sol, much brighter than his father. The golden ore That lies on Tagus or Pactolus shore. That pure sand The Indians find upon Hydaspes strand. The golden apples of the Hesperides. The golden fleece. The Golden number. Golden rule. Bills of this metal slackt At'lanta's pace, And on the amorous youth bestow'd the race: Venus the Nimphs mind measuring by her own, Whom the rich spoiles of cities overthrown, Had prostrated to Mars, could well advise Th' adventurous lover how to gain the prize. Nor lesse may Jupiter to gold 〈…〉〈…〉▪ For when he turn'd himselfe in 〈…〉〈…〉, Who can blame Danaaeor the b••••••en tower, That they withstood not th' Almighty shower. Never till then did Love make Jove put on A forme more bright and noble than his own.

Golden age.

The age of better mettal. Strife only raign'd, for all strove to be good. Rivers ran with streams of milk. Honey-dropped from the trees. The earth unto the husbandman Gave her voluntary sees. When no freezing cold beguile. The eternal flowry spring. And th•• heavens a constant smile, Darted upon every thing, When no ship had brought from farre Neither ill sought ware nor war, Pale conscience started not at ugly sinne When good old Saturn's peacefel throne Was unusurped by his beardlesse son. When jealous Ops nere fear'd the abuse Of her chast bed, or breach of nuptial truce, When just Ast aea poys'd her scales, in mortal hearts. Saturnes reigne, when as the homely cave, A narrow dwelling to the people ga••.

A litle hearth, small fire, when beasts and men Slept in the shadow of one common den, The hearb gave wholsome seeds at first, And the clear fountain quencht their thirst, Beneath the shadow of the pine, Men slept, then in the Ocean brine; No keele was washt, no unknown guest On any forraigne coasts did rest, No blood was shed through bitter hate, No armes took up to pluck on fate, For what should hostile fury do? Or stir up mad mens spirits unto. Saturnes reign, When as the earth unmeted did remain, And no long journey's known, the sea not cut By any crooked sterne, as ye•• 〈…〉〈…〉 To such new but thens, and 〈◊〉〈◊〉 ••••dering wind To play withal, no limber say 〈◊〉〈◊〉 could find; Nor did the erring mariner so 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Travel, or yet find out the constant star. By which to steer, nor as they now do roame from remote places to bring traffique home. The servile yoke did not the bull disturbe The unbackt Jennet knew no bit or curbe, The dwelling house no dore had, but stood ope, Nor was the stone prefixt, that bounds the scope Of common fields, the bollow oake the hive That yeilded honey, neither did they drive Their cattel home, but with their udders swel••'d, They flockt unto the milk-paile uncompell'd, No wrath, no war, no armies to invade, For no smith then, knew how to cast a blade. In the worlds young dayes Nation 'gainst nation did no forces raise T▪ invade each other, no man then for gain Da••'d in a thin rib'd bark to crosse the main. No craft was knowne, no fraud then understood, The udders of their cattel lent them food, The fleece their garments, only to defend. From wind and weather (for no other end Was clothing made) pride was a monster then Unheard, unthought, one fashion was to men.

Women another, for no change they knew, One garbe they kept, and studied nothing new, None idle was, but liv'd by his own sweat, ••he brook their drink, the herbe and root their meat, ••he industrious oxe safe wanders up and down. ••ares and bright felicity do crown And seede the land; through seas by Neptune tam'd No sailors fly, faith feareth to be blam'd. No chast house with adultery defil'd, C••stome and law had spotted sin exil'd, Each man about his own hills shut up day, And 'bout the widow elmes doth vines display, And frolick in free earouses. When every thought a seed did bring. And every look a plant did bring. And every breath a flower, Then earth unplough'd did yeild her crop, P••e honey from the oake did drop; The fountains did run milke, The thistle did the lilly bear, And every bramble roses wear, And every worm made silke, The very shrub did balsome sweat, And nectar melt the rock with heat, And earth did drink her fill, That she no harmful weed did kow, Nor barren ferne, nor mandrake low, Nor mineral to kil, The male and female us'd to joynt, And into all delight did coyne That pure simplicity, Then feature did to forme advance, And youth call'd beauty forth to dance, And every grace was by, It was a time of no distrust So much of love, had nought of lust, None fear'd a jealous eye. The language melted in the ear, Yet all without a blush might hear, They liv'd with open vow. Each touch and kisse was so well plac't, They were as sweet as they were chast.

The goates their swelling udders home did bear The droves did then no shaggie lyons fear; No herbes did with deceitful poison flow, And sweet Amomum every where did grow. Ripe grapes did dangle from the briars tops Hard oakes sweet hony formed in dewie drops The pine did then no use of trade retaine. Each country bred all fruit, the earth disdaind The harrows weight, and vines the sickles stroke. Strong ploughmen let their bulls go free from yokes, Wooll learn'd not to dissemble colours strange, But rams their fleeces then in pastures chang'd To pleasing purple, or to saffron die, And lambes turne ruddie, as they feeding lie. The golden time which uncompell'd, And without rule in faith and truth excell'd, As then there was nor punishment, nor fear Nor threatning lawes in brasse preseribed were, Nor suppliant crouching prisoners stoopt to see Their angry judge, but all was safe and free. To visit other worlds no wounded pine Did yet from hills to faithlesse seas decline. Then unambitious mortals knew no more But their own countries natur-bounded shore, Nor swords nor armes were yet no trenches round Beseiged townes nor strifefull trumpets sound, The souldier of no vse in firme content And harmeless ease their happy dayes were spent, The yet free earth did of her owne accord, Untorn with ploughes, all sorts of fruits afford, Content with natures unenforced food. They gather wildings, straw buries of the wood, Sower cornells, what upon the bramble growes, And Acorns which Joves spreading oak bestowes. 'Twas alwaies spring, warm Zephyr sweetly blew On smiling flowers, which without setting grew; Forth with the earth, corn unmanured bears, And every tree renewes her golden ears, With milk and nectar were the rivers fili'd, And honey from green holly-oaks distili'd. When froth-born Venus, and her br••t, With all that furious brood young Jove begar.

In horrid shapes, were yet unknown Those Haleyon daies, those golden daies are gone. There was no clyent then to wait The leisure of a long-tail'd Advocate. The Talion law was in request, And Chancery courts were kept in every breast; Abused statutes had no tenters, And men could deal secure without indenters; There was no peeping hole, to clear The wittols eye from his incarnate fear. There were no lustful cinders then To broyl, the ca••bonadoed hearts of men; The rosie cheek did then proclaime A shame of guilt, but not a guilt of shame. There was no whining soul to start At Cupids twang, or curse his flaming dart. The boy had then but callow wings, And fell Erynnis scorpions had no stings. The better acted world did move Upon the fixed poles of truth and love; Love essenc'd in the hearts of men, Then reason rul'd, there was no passion then, Till lust and rage began to enter, Love the circumference was, and love the center, Untill the wanton daies of Jove, T••e simple world was all compos'd of love. V. Britannia's Pastorals. Lib. 2. Song 3. Boet. Matam, lib. 2. Met. 5. Juvenal. Sat. 6. Tibullus. Lib. 1. Eclog. 3.

Goodly.

Like a ship in her full trim. Portly. Stately. Mooving in state. Like the sayling swan. Mooving with a portly grace.

Gorgon.

Medusa's snaky head, which who looks on Is strait congealed to a sencelesle stone, On whom Minerva her due vengeance takes, In turning of her radiant haires to snakes, For her unlawful pleasures in her fane, From whose hot blood, when her bold Perseus slew, Thence Pegasus, and thence Chrysaor flew Under the frosty Atlas cl••ffie side:

Grape.

The juicie burden of the vine. The spicie clusters of the vine, The juicie vines attire. The purple pendants of the vine. The dangling jewels of the clustered vine. The swelling clusters great with child of Bacchus. Giving the eyes a pleasant tast, Before they give the mouth repast.

Grasse

The mountains motley lock. The green plush of the plains, The enameli'd vallies flowrie fleece, The chequered vesture of the Meads, Dressing the vallies in their shaggie freeze. The tufted mantle of the fields. The earths green Summer gown.

Grave. v. Stoick

S••ldome he smiles, and smiles in such a sort, As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit, That could be mov'd to smile at any thing, That looks with such Majestick grace' As if he sway'd an Empire in his face.

The Grave.

Tomb, Urn, shrine, monument, shrowd, vault, charnel, Last home. The cold bed. The common Inne. The harder Lodging of mortality, deep Goal of Death The cha••itable honou••. The everlasting bed, Which makes no changing of the Sheets. Earths dark bosome. Deaths cold embers. Deaths melancholy dungeon. Caves of death. The cabinet where is laid the pawn for the Souls re-turn. The bed of clay. The wormie bed. Deaths publick tiring house, where all men must, Measure their cold proportion in the dust, That locketh up our scattered dust, That she must audit upon trust, That quiet closet of content. The childs portion, our common mother bequeaths her children. Dusty confinement of the body. That dusty bed. Where unfelt worms, are all the fleas are bred.

••ithin whose dusty Territories plowmen are full. Compeers to K••ngs, where the spade may challenge precedence ••f the Scepter, and where the mitre may not contest with the ••••••tock. There where the weary from their labours rest. Nor pisoners there inforced by torments cry, 〈◊〉〈◊〉 fearlesse by their old tormentors lie. ••he mean and great on equall basis stand, No servants there obey, nor Lords command, Where all in silence mourn, From whose dark shores no travellers return, A Land where death, confusion, endlesse night, And horrour reign, where darknesse is their light.

Great.

Of the Gigantick Size. The Folio of nature or of art. Natures text-hand. Natures great capital letters. Of vast proportion. Large Dimensions.

Grief. v. Melancholy

That froward Scholler in Arithmetick, Who doth Division and Substraction flie, And onely learns to adde and multiply. Beauties moth, cancker. Daughter of care and misery. Souls-afflicting vineger.

To Grieve. v. Mourn. Lament. Groan. v. Sigh.

The end of this gave life unto a groan, As if her life and it had been but one. Sad symptome of oppressing misery, Wounding the pitying air.

Grove. v. Dark, Silent VVood.

All husht and silent as the mid of night. Birds that compassion from the rocks could bring, Had onely license in that place to sing. Whose dolefull notes the melancholy Cat, Close in an hollow tree sat wondring at, Trees nod their curled heads as they would be The judges to approve their melodie, Where Fairies danc'd, and Shepherds quills, In sweet contention past the tedious day: Dark silent grov••, profan'd by no unholy love.

Where witty melancholy ne'r Did carve the trees or wound the air, Where nought except a solitary spring Was ever heard, to which the Nymphs did sing, Narcissus obsequies. The scattered grove Leads winter shelters, and gives summer bowers, As with the flood in courtesie it strove, And by repulsing the sharp Northern showers, Courts the proud Castle, who by turning to her, Smiles to behold the wanton wood nymph wooe her, A bushie grove pricking the lookers eye, Where every morn a quire of Sylvans song, And leavs to chattering winds serv'd as a tongue, By which the water turns in many a ring, As if it fain would stay to hear them sing, And on the top a thousand young birds flie To be instructed in their harmonie

G••ilty. v. Blush.

Whose guiltinesse betraying blushes speak, That makes his fault legible in his cheeks, His trembling lips, and his disjointed word. Attainted breast. The conscious thoughts.

Gyant.

Sighing out clouds of breath. From his great yawning nostrils, the earths bold sons, A moving rock, a walking, stalking tower. Great stones he flung, Like quarries by a warlick engine slung. A walking Aetna, natures great Folio. A stalking mast, Natures text-hand, Natures whole cloth. He that saw him goe Would think some steeple reeled to and fro. When the dreadfull monster stir'd His massie limbs, beneath his feet hee rea••'d A cloud of dust, and wheresoe'r he went. Flight, fear and death his ghastly steps attend, That swears by great Mahoon, moving mount of flesh. Corflambo, Garugan••u••. Colbrand, Brandamart, Typhoeus, Antipha••es, Polyphemus, Brontes, Steropes, Pyracm••n The serpent footed issue that durst invade, And would on heaven their hundred hands have laid. Tirans. Mimas, Porphyrian, Enceladius, Rhaetus

••reat sons of earth. Of large dimensions. The great hill-lifters.

Gunnes.

Engins whose rude throats. The immortall Joves great thunder, counterfeit. The weighty circumstance of glorious war. ••i••ick thunder, ••pes of thunder, Whose vast throats disgorge, And with loud thunder belch their angry language. Vomiting out, digested into flame, What was but dust cramm'd in. Cowardly cruelty, That date not speak, nor do, but at a distance,