Of the fame Herd, himself the fame had done.
Then to the Coverts and the confcious Groves,
The Scenes of his paft Triumphs and his Loves;
Sadly furveying where he rang'd alone,

Prince of the Soil, and all the Herd his own;
And, like a bold Knight-Errant, did proclaim
Combat to all, and bore away the Dame;
And taught the Woods to echo to the Stream,
His dreadful Challenge and his clashing Beam;
Yet faintly now declines the fatal Strife,
So much his Love was dearer than his Life!
Now ev'ry Leaf, and ev'ry moving Breath,
Prefents a Foe, and ev'ry Foe a Death.
Weary'd, forfaken, and purfu'd at last,
All Safety in Despair of Safety plac'd,
Courage he thence refumes, refolv'd to bear
All their Affaults, fince 'tis in vain to fear.
And now too late he wishes, for the Fight,
That Strength he wafted in ignoble Flight:
But when he fees the eager Chafe renew'd,
Himself by Dogs, the Dogs by Men purfu'd,
He ftrait revokes his bold Refolve, and more
Repents his Courage than his Fear before;
Finds that uncertain Ways unfafeft are,
And Doubt a greater Mischief than Despair:
Then to the Stream, when neither Friends, nor Force,
Nor Speed, nor Art avail, he fhapes his Course;
Thinks not their Rage fo defp'rate to effay,

An Element more merciless than they :

But fearless they purfue, nor can the Flood

Quench their dire Thirft; alas! they thirst for Blood.
So tow'ards a Ship the oar-finn'd Galleys ply,
Which wanting Sea to ride, or Wind to fly,
Stands but to fall reveng'd on those that dare
Tempt the laft Fury of extream Despair.
So fares the Stag among th'enraged Hounds,

Repels their Force, and Wounds returns for Wounds:
At length refigns his Blood,

And ftains the chryftal with a purple Flood.

Hunting the BOAR.

Some fpread around

The Toils; fome fearch the Footsteps on the Ground;
Some from the Chains the faithful Dogs unbound.
Of Action eager, and intent in Thought,
The Chiefs their honourable Danger fought.
The Boar was rouz'd, and fprung amain,
Like Lightning fuddain, on the Warriour Train:

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Denh.

Beats

Beats down the Trees before him, fhakes the Ground,
The Foreft echoes to the crackling Sound:

Shout the fierce Youth, and Clamours ring around.
All flood with their protended Spears prepar'd,

With broad Steel Heads the brandifh'd Weapons glar'd.
The Beaft impetuous with his Tusks afide,

Deals glancing Wounds; the fearful Dogs divide,
All spend their Mouths aloof, but none abide.
Echion threw the firft, but mifs'd his Mark,
And ftruck his Bow-fpear in a Maple's Bark;
Then Jafon, and his Jav'lin feem'd to take,

But fail'd with over-force, and whiz'd above his Back.
Mopfus was next;

He reach d the Savage, but no Blood he drew.
This chaf'd the Boar, his Noftrils Flames expire,
And his red Eye-balls roll with living Fire.
Whirl'd from a Sling, or from an Engine thrown
Amid the Foes, fo flies a mighty Stone,

As flies the Beaft: The left Wing put to flight,
The Chiefs o'erborn, he rushes on the Right;

Empalamos and Pelagon he laid

In Dust, and next to Death, but for their Fellows Aid.
Onefimus far'd worfe, prepar'd to fly,

The fatal Fang drove deep within his Thigh,

And cut the Nerves; the Nerves no more fuftain

The Bulk; the Bulk unprop'd falls headlong on the Plain.
Against a Stump his Tusk the Monster grinds,
And in the fharpen'd Edge new Vigour finds.
Then trufting in his Arms, young Othrys found,
And ranch'd his Hip with one continu'd Wound.
And now both Leda's Twins, in act to throw,
Their trembling Lances brandifh'd at the Foe;
Nor had they mifs'd, but he to Thickets fled,
Conceal'd from aiming Spears, nor pervious to the Steed.
But Telamon rufh'd in, and hap'd to meet

A rifing Root that held his faffen'd Feet;

So down he fell, whom fprawling on the Ground,
His Brother from the wooden Gyves unbound.
Mean time the Virgin-Huntress was not flow

T'expel the Shaft from her contracted Bow

Beneath his Ear the fasten'd Arrow stood,

And from his Wound appear'd the trickling Blood:

She blath'd for Joy, a virtuous Envy feiz'd the Crew;
They fhput, the Shouting animates their Hearts,
And all at once employ their thronging Darts
But out of Order thrown, in Air they join,
And Multitude makes fruftrate the Defign.

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With both his Hands the proud Ancas takes,
And flourishes his double-biting Ax;
Then forward to his Fate he took a Stride.
Before the reft, and to his Fellows cry'd,
The Boar is doom'd; then ftretch'd on Tiptoe ftood,
Secure to make his empty Promife good.
But the more wary Beaft prevents the Blow,
And upwards rips the Groin of his audacious Foe.
Anceus falls; His Bowels from the Wound

Gufh'd out, and clotter'd Blood diftain'd the Ground,
Perithous, no fmall Portion of the War,

Prefs'd on, and fhook his Lance, his Jav'lin threw,
Hiffing in Air th'unerring Weapon flew ;

But on an Arm of Oak, that food betwixt
The Marks-man and the Mark, his Launce he fix'd.
Once more bold Jafon threw, but fail'd to wound
The Boar, and flew an undeferving Hound;
And thro' the Dog the Dart was nail'd to Ground.
Two Spears from Meleager's Hand were fent
With equal Force, but various in the Event.
The first was fix'd in Earth, the second stood

On the Boar's briftled Back, and deeply drunk his Blood.
Now while the tortur'd Savage turns around,
And flings about his Foam, impatient of the Wound,
The Wound's great Author, clofe at Hand, provokes
His Rage, and plies him with redoubled Strokes,
Wheels as he wheels, and with his pointed Dart
Explores the nearest Paffage to his Heart.

Quick, and more quick, he fpins in giddy Gires,
Then falls, and in much Foam his Soul expires.
This A&t with Hands Heav'n-high the friendly Band
Applaud, and ftrain in theirs the Victor's Hand.
Then all approach the Slain with vaft Surprize,
Admire on what a Breadth of Earth he lies.
And scarce fecure, reach out their Spears afar,

(Dryd, Ovid.

And blood their Points to prove their Partnership of War.

HUNTRESS.

Grace of the Woods! A Diamond Buckle bound

Her Veft behind, which elfe had flow'd upon the Ground,
And fhew'd her buskin'd Legs: Her Head was bare,
But for her native Ornament of Hair,

Which in a fimple Knot was ty'd above,
Sweet Negligence! unheeded Bait of Love;
Her founding Quiver on her Shoulder ty'd,
One Hand a Dart, and one a Bow supply'd.

Such

Such was her Face as in a Nymph display'd
A fair fierce Boy, or in a Boy betray'd
The blushing Beauties of a modeft Maid.

Dryd. Ovid.

A Huntress in her Habit, and her Mien;
Her Drefs a Maid, her Air confefs'd a Queen.
Bare were her Knees, and Knots her Garments bind
Loofe was her Hair, and wanton'd in the Wind: (Dryd.Virg.
Her Hand fuftain'd a Bow, her Quiver hung behind.
She crofs'd the Lawn, or in the Forest ftray'd.
A painted Quiver at her Back fhe bore,
Vary'd with Spots, a Linx's Hide she wore;
And at full Cry purfu'd the tusky Boar.
HURRICANE.

As when Two adverfe Hurricanes arife,
Muft'ring their stormy Forces in the Skies,
Of equal Fury, and of equal Force,
Against each other bend their rapid Courfe;
The Clouds their Lines extend in black Array,
And Front to Front a fearful War display:
Exploded Flames against each other fly,
And fiery Arches vault th'enlighten'd Sky:
Conflicting Billows againft Billows dafh;

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Dryd. Virg.

(flash.

Thunder gainft Thunder roars, Lightnings 'gainst Lightnings

Nor Flames, nor Winds, nor Waves, nor Clouds will yield,
But equal Strength maintains a doubtful Field.

HUSBAND and WIFE. See Marriage.
Are we not one? Are we not join'd by Heav'n?
Each interwoven with the others Fate ?
Are we not mix'd like Streams of meeting Rivers,
Whofe blended Waters are no more diftinguish'd,
But roul into the Sea one common Flood.

Blac.

Row. Fair Pen.

Force, and the Will of our imperious Rulers
May bind Two Bodies in one wretched Chain;
But Minds will ftill look back to their own Choice.

So the poor Captive in a foreign Realm

Stands on the Shore, and fends his Wishes back

To the dear native Land, from whence he came. Row. Fair Pen.

We think it Merit blindly to believe

Those pious Falfhoods we from Priests receive.
Faith is Religion's happy Lethargy;
The doubting Wife we brand with Herefie.
Husbands fhould more than the Religious ftrive,
Blindly to truft, and blindly to believe.

What can be fweeter than our native home;
Thither for Eafe, and foft Repose we come.
Home is the facred Refuge of our Life,
Secur'd from all Approaches but a Wife.

D'av. Circe.

If thence we fly, the Cause admits no Doubt:
None but an inmate Foe could force us out:
Clamours our Privacies uneafy make;

(Dryd. Auren.
Birds leave their Nefts difturb'd, and Beafts theirHaunts forfake.
When Souls that should agree to will the fame,
To have one common Object for their Wishes,
Look diff'rent Ways, regardless of each other,
Think what a Train of Wretchedness enfues!
Love fhall be banish'd from the Genial Bed
The Nights fhall all be lonely and unquiet;
And ev'ry Day fhall be a Day of Cares.

Row. Fair Pen.

What tho' fome Fits of fmall Conteft
Sometimes fall out among the best?
That makes no Breach of Faith or Love,
But rather (fometimes) ferves t'improve:
For, as in Running, ev'ry Pace
Is but between Two Legs a Race ;
In which both do their uttermoft
To get before, and win the Poft;
Yet when they're at their Race's Ends,
They're ftill as kind and conftant Friends;
And to relieve their Weariness,
By Turns give one another Eafe:
So all the falfe Alarms of Strife
Between the Husband and the Wife,
And little Quarrels, often prove
To be but new Recruits of Love:
When those who're always kind or coy,
In time muft either tire or cloy.
In all Amours a Lover burns

With Frowns, as well as Smiles, by Turns:
And Hearts have been as oft with fullen,
As charming Looks furpriz'd, and ftoll'n:
Then why should more bewitching Clamour
Some Lovers not as much enamour?
For Difcords make the sweetest Airs;
And Curfes are a kind of Pray'rs.

And yet of Marriage Bands I'm weary grown ;
Love fcorns all Ties, but thofe that are his own:
Chains that are dragg'd, muft needs uneafy prove,
For there's a God-like Liberty in Love!

Sure of all Ills domeftick are the worst:
When we lay next us what we hold most dear,
Like Hercules, invenom'd Shirts we wear,
And cleaving Mischiefs.

Secrets of Marriage ftill are facred held :
Their Sweet and Bitter by the Wife conceal'd:

Hud.

Dryd. Auren.

Dryd. Auren.

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