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Before the curing of a ftrong Disease,
Even in the Inftant of Repair and Health,
The Fit is ftrongeft: Evils that take Leave,
On their Departure moft of all fhew Evil.
And where the greater Malady is fixt,
The leffer is fcarce felt: When the Mind's free
The Body's delicate. The Tempeft in my Mind
Does from my Senfes take all Feeling elfe,
Save what beats there:

Difeafe, thou ever moft propitious Pow'r,
Whofe kind Indulgences we tafte each Hour
Thou well canft boaft thy num'rous Pedigree,
Begot by Sloth, maintain'd by Luxury.
In gilded Palaces thy Prowefs reigns,

But flies the humble Sheds of Cottage Swains.
To you fuch Might and Energy belong,
You nip the blooming, and unnerve the ftrong.
The purple Conquerour in Chains you bind,
And are to us Phyficians only kind.
And in return all Diligence we pay,

To fix your Empire and confirm your Sway.

DISPUTE.

Shak. K. John.

Shak. K. Lear.

'Tis ftrange how fome Mens Tempers fuit,
Like Bawd and Brandy, with Difpute;
That for their own Opinion ftand faft,
Only to have them claw'd and canvast.
That keep their Confciences in Cafes,
As Fidlers do their Crowds and Bafes,
Ne'er to be us'd but when they're bent
To play a Fit for Argument.
Make true or false, unjuft or just,
Of no use but to be difcufs'd:

Difpute, and fet a Paradox,

Gar.

Like a ftrait Boot, upon the Stocks;

And ftretch it more unmercifully

Than Helmont, Montaign, White, or Tally.

And when Difputes are wearied out,
Tis Int'reft ftill refolves the Doubt.
Difputants, like Rams and Bulls,

Do fight with Arms that spring from Skulls.
DISSEMBLER..See Woman.
Why, I can fmile, and murther while I fmile,
And cry Content to that which grieves my Heart,
And wet my Cheeks with artificial Tears,

And frame my Face to all Occafions.

Hud.

Hud.

Shak. Hen. 6. Part 3.

Now we muft fhew a Mafter-piece indeed;
To meet the Man whom we would make an End of,

Ev'n at that Time when mortal War's within,
When the Blood boils and flufhes to be at him
Yet then to fhew the Signs of heartieft Love,
To cringe, to fawn, to fmile, to weep, to fwear.
Thou shalt not break yet, Heart, nor fhall the know
My inward Torment by my outward Show:
To let her fee my Weakness were too base;
Diffembled Quiet fit upon my Face:
My Sorrow to my Eyes no Paffage find,
But let it inward fink, and drown my Mind.
Falfhood fhall want its Triumph! I begin
To ftagger, but I'll prop my felf within:
The fpacious Tow'r no Ruin fhall disclose,
Till down at once the mighty Fabrick goes.
Thefe Words he spoke, but spoke not from his
His outward Smiles conceal'd his inward Smart.
Diffembling Hope, her cloudy Front fhe clears,
And a falfe Vigour in her Eyes appears.

(of Par. Lee Mo

Dryd. Aarea. Heart;

In vain you footh me with your foft Endearments,

"And fet the fairest Countenance to view;
Your gloomy Eyes betray a Deadness,

And inward Languifhing: That Oracle
Eats, like a fubtle Worm, its venom'd Way,
Preys on your Heart, and rots the noble Core;
Howe'er the beauteous Outside fhews fo lovely.
Unhurt, untouch'd, did I complain,
And terrify'd all others with my Pain;

But now I feel the mighty Evil:
Ah there's no fooling with the Devil!
So wanton Men, while they would others fright,
Themfelves have met a real Spright.

Dryd. Virg

Dryd. Virg.

Darts, and Wounds, and Flame, and Heat,
I nam'd but for the Rhyme or the Conceit;
Nor meant my Verse should raised be,
To this fad Fame of Prophecy.
Truth gives a dull Propriety to my Stile,
And all the Metaphors does spoil.
In things where Fancy much does reign,

'Tis dangerous too cunningly to feign.

The Play at laft a Truth does grow,
And Custom into Nature go.
By this curft Art of Begging, I became
Lame, with counterfeiting Lame.
My Lines of amorous Defire
I wrote to kindle and blow others Fire ;
And 'twas a barbarous Delight
My Fancy promis'd from the Sight:

Lee Oedip.

But

But now, by Love, the mighty Phalaris, I
My burning Bull the firft do try.
DISSENSION,

Diffenfions, like fmall Streams, at first begun,
Scarce feen they rife, but gather as they run:
So Lines that from their Parallel decline,
More they advance, the more they ftill disjoin.
DOGS. See Hunting.
DOLPHIN.

As when a Dolphin fports upon the Tide,
Displays his Beauties and his fcaly Pride;
His various-colour'd Arch adorns the Flood,
Like a bright Rainbow in a wat❜ry Cloud :
He from the Billows leaps with gamefom Strife,
Wanton with Vigour and immod'rate Life.

The Dolphins in the Deep each other chafe
In Circles, when they swim around the wat'ry Race.

DOUBT.

Doubt's the worft Tyrant of a gen'rous Mind, The Coward's ill, who dares not meet his Fate, And ever doubting to be fortunate,

Falls to the Wretchedness his Fears create.

Oh how this Tyrant Doubt torments my Breast!

My Thoughts, like Birds, who frighted from their Reft,
Around the Place, where all was hufh'd before,
Flutter, and hardly fettle any more.

Floating in a Flood of Care,

This Way and that he turns his anxious Mind,
Thinks and rejects the Counsel he defign'd:
Explores himself in vain in ev'ry Part,
And gives no Reft to his distracted Heart.

For various Thoughts began to bustle,
And with his inward Man to justle.
He ftop'd and paus'd upon the fuddain,
And with a ferious Forehead plodding,
Sprung a new Scruple in his Head,
Which first he scratch'd, and after said:
Quoth he, in all my paft Adventures
I ne'er was fet fo on the Tenters,
Or taken tardy with Dilemma,
That ev'ry way I turn does hem me,
And with inextricable Doubt,
Befets my puzzled Wits about.

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Otw. Don Carl.

Dryd. Virg.

Hud.

Doubt is fome Eafe to thofe who fear the worst.

Dryd. State of

DOVE.

(Inn.

As when a Dove her rocky Hold forfakes

Rowz'd in a Fright, her founding Wings the thakes:

The

The Cavern rings with clatt'ring; out the flies,
And leaves her callow Care, and cleaves the Skies;
At first the flutters, but at length she springs,

To fmoother Flight, and fhoots upon her Wings. Dryd. Firg.
DREAMS.

Dreams are but Interludes which Fancy makes,
When Monarch Reafon fleeps, this Mimick wakes
Compounds a Medley of disjointed things,
A Court of Coblers, and a Mob of Kings:
Light Fumes are merry, groffer Fumes are fad ;
Both are the reasonable Soul run mad;

And many monftrous Forms in Sleep we fee,
That never were, nor are, nor e'er can be.
Sometimes forgotten things, long cast behind,
Rush forward in the Brain, and come to mind;
The Nurfes Legends are for Truths receiv'd,
And the Man dreams but what the Boy believ'd.
Sometimes we but rehearse a former Play,
The Night reftores our Actions done by Day;
As Hounds in Sleep will open for their Prey.
In short, the Farce of Dreams is of a Piece,

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Chimeras all, and more abfurd or lefs. Dryd. The Cock and the Fox.
All Dreams

Are from Repletion and Complexion bred,
From rifing Fumes of indigefted Food,
And noxious Humours that infect the Blood.
When Choler overflows, then Dreams are bred
Of Flames, and all the Family of Red:
Red Dragons and red Beafts in Sleep we view,
For Humours are diftinguifh'd by their Hue.
From hence we dream of War and warlike things,
And Wafps and Hornets with their double Wings.
Choler aduft congeals our Blood with Fear,
Then black Bulls tofs us, and black Devils tear.

In fanguin airy Dreams aloft we bound;

With Rheums opprefs'd, we fink in Rivers drown'd.

(Fox.

The dominating Humour makes the Dream. Dr. the Cock and the
When heavy Sleep has clos'd the Sight,

And fickly Fancy labours in the Night,
We feem to run, and deftitute of Force,
Our finking Limbs forfake us in the Course:
In vain we heave for Breath, in vain we cry,
The Nerves unbrac'd their ufual Strength deny,
And on the Tongue the fault'ring Accents die.

Dryd. Virg.

And

As one, who in fome frightful Dream would fhun His preffing Foe, labours in vain to run;

And his own Slownefs in his Sleep bemoans,

With thick fhort Sighs, weak Cries and tender Groans. Dryd.
His idle Feet
(Cong. of Gran.
Grow to the Ground, his ftruggling Voice dies inward. Dryd.
As he, who in a Dream with Drought is curs'd,(Troil. & Crefs.
And finds no real Drink to quench his Thirft,
Runs to imagin'd Lakes his Heat to steep,
And vainly fwills, and labours in his Sleep.
A Dream o'ertook me at my waking Hour

This Morn; and Dreams they fay are then divine,
When all the balmy Vapours are exhal'd,
And fome o'erpow'ring God continues Sleep.

DRINKING. See Bowl, Silenus.

Dryd. Lucr.

Dryd. Don Seb.

Crown high the Gobblets with a chearful Draught;

Enjoy the present Hour, adjourn the future Thought. Dr. Virg.

They brim their ample Bowls.

Fill high the Goblets with a fparkling Flood.

Dryd. Virg.

Indulge thy Genius, and o'er-flow thy Soul,

Till thy Wit fparkle like the chearful Bowl.

Dryd. Perf.

Stepn. Juv.

The flowing Bowl

With a full Tide inlarg'd his chearful Soul.
Make Hafte to meet the gen'rous Wine,
Whose piercing is for thee delay'd,
The rofy Wreath is ready made,

And artful Hands prepare

The fragrant Oil, that fhall perfume thy Hair.
When the Wine fparkles from afar,

And the well-natur'd Friend cries, come away:
Make Hafte, and leave thy Bus'nefs and thy Care;
No mortal Int'reft can be worth thy Stay.

Here's to thee, Dick, this whining Love defpife,
Pledge me, my Friend, and drink till thou art wife;
It fparkles brighter far than the;
'Tis pure, and right without Deceit,
And fuch no Woman e'er will be,
No! they are all fophifticate!

Here's to thee again: Thy fenfelefs Sorrow drown'd,
Let the Glafs walk till all Things too go round:

Again: Till thefe Two Lights are Four:
No Errours here can dang'rous prove;
Thy Paffion, Man, deceives thee more:
None double fee like Men in Love.

Fill the Bowl with rofy Wine:
Around our Temples Rofes twine,
And let us chearfully awhile,
Like the Wine, and Roses, smile.
Crown'd with Rofes we contemn
Gyges wealthy Diadem.

Dryd. Hor..

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