Then o'er the lofty Gate his Art emboss'd
Androgeos' Death, and Off'rings to his Ghost:
Sev'n Youths from Athens yearly fent, to meet
The Fate appointed by revengeful Crete:
And, next to thefe, the dreadful Urn was plac'd,
In which the deftin'd Names by Lots were caft;
The mournful Parents ftand around in Tears,
And rifing Crete against their Shore appears.
There too, in living Sculpture, might be seen
The mad Affection of the Cretan Queen;
Then, how fhe cheats her bellowing Lover's Eye;
The rufhing Leap; the doubtful Progeny;
The lower Part a Beast, a Man above;
The Monument of their polluted Love.
Not far from thence he grav'd the wond'rous Mazę,
A thoufand Doors, a thousand winding Ways:
Here dwells the Monster, hid from humane View,
Not to be found, but by the faithful Clue,
"Till the kind Artist, mov'd with pious Grief,
Lent to the loving Maid this laft Relief,
And all thofe erring Paths defcrib'd fo well,
That Thefeus conquer'd, and the Monster fell.
Here hapless Icarus had found a Part,
Had not the Father's Grief restrain'd his Art:
He twice effay'd to caft his Son in Gold,
Twice from his Hands he drop'd the forming Mould.
Cave of the Sybil.
A fpacious Cave within its farmoft Part
Was hew'd aud fashion'd, by laborious Art,'
Thro' the Hill's hollow Sides: Before the Place
A hundred Doors a hundred Entries grace;
As many Voices iffue, and the Sound
Of Sybil's Words as many times rebound. Dryd. Virg.
APOTHECARY'S-HALL.
Nigh where Fleet-Ditch descends in fable Streams,
To wafh his footy Naiads in the Thames,
There ftands a Structure, on a rifing Hill,
Where Tyros take their Freedom out to kill:
Some Pictures, in thefe dreadful Shambles, tell,
How, by the Delian God, the Python fell;
And how Medea did the Philtre brew,
That could in Efon's Veins young Force renew;
How fanguine Swains their am'rous Hours repent,
When Pleafure's past, and Pains are permanent:
And how frail Nymphs, oft, by Abortion, aim
To lofe a Substance, to prefeive a Name. Garth.
APOTHEOSIS.
Daphnis, the Guest of Heav'n, with wond'ring Eyes, Views, in the Milky Way, the Starry Skies: And, far beneath him, from the fhining Sphere, Beholds the moving Clouds, and rowling Year. For this, with chearful Cries the Woods refound, The purple Spring arrays the various Ground, (crown'd. The Nymphs and Shepherds dance, and Pan himself is The Wolf no longer prowls for nightly Spoils, Nor Birds the Sprindges fear, nor Stags the Toils; For Daphnis reigns above, and deals from thence His Mother's milder Beams, and peaceful Influence. The Mountain Tops unfhorn, the Rocks rejoice, The lowly Shrubs partake of human Voice; Affenting Nature, with a gracious Nod, Proclaims him, and falutes the new-admitted God. Be ftill propitious, ever good to thine; Behold, four hallow'd Altars we defign, And two to thee, and two to Phoebus, rife; On each is offer'd annual Sacrifice :
The holy Priests, at each returning Year,
Two Bowls of Milk, and two of Oil, fhall bear ;
And I my felf the Guests with friendly Bowls will chear.
Two Goblets will I crown with fparkling Wine,
The gen'rous Vintage of the Chian Vine,
Thefe will I pour to to thee, and make the Nectar thine,
In Winter fhall the genial Feaft be made
Before the Fire, by Summer in the Shade.
Damatas fhall perform the Rites divine,
And Lytian Egon in the Song shall join.
Alphefibus, tripping, fhall advance,
And mimick Satyrs in his antick Dance,
When to the Nymphs our annual Rights we pay,]
And when our Fields with Victims we furvey;
While falvage Boars delight in fhady Woods,
And finny Fith inhabit in the Floods;
While Bees on Thyme, and Locusts feed on Dew;
Thy grateful Swains thefe Honours fhall renew:
Such Honours as we pay to Pow'rs divine,
To Bacchus and to Ceres, fhall be thine:
Such annual Honours fhall be giv'n, and thou Shalt hear, and fhalt condemn thy Suppliants to their Vow. (Dryd. Virg.
Your native Town you enter'd like a Pilgrim,
And had no Welcome home; whilst he return'd,
Tort'ring the Air with Noife; and patient Fools,
Whofe Children he had flaughter'd, tore_their_Throats,
With fhouting his Applaufe, Shak. & Tate Coriol.
From neighb'ring Groves Shouts of Applaufe rebound,
The Hills and Shores repeat the joyful Sound. Laud. Virg.
Applauding Hums the crowded Valley fill'd.
And now loud Shouts ran thro' th'applauding Field.
(Laud. Virg.
The vaulted Firmament,
With loud Acclaims, and valt Applaufe, is rent.
The confcious Rocks loud Acclamations reach,
And Joys luxurious rend the ouzy Beach:
The Cliffs and Hills my echo'd Thoughts rehearse,
Applaud my Subject, and approve my Verfe. Brown.
Murmurs rife, with mix'd Applaufe,
Juft as they favour, or dislike, the Caufe. Dryd. Virg.
ARACHNE, chang'd into a Spider.
Like Autumn Leaves, fhe fheds her falling Hairs,
With these her Nofe, and next, her rifing Ears;
Her Head to the minutest Subftance fhrunk,
And the strong Juice contracts her changing Trunk;
Strait to her Sides her flender Fingers clung,
And there her nimble Feet in Order hung:
Her bloated Belly fwells to larger Size,
Which now with fmalleft Threads her Work fupplies :
The Virgin in the Spider ftill remains,
And in that Shape her former Art retains. Gay. Ovid.
Which thro' a Path, but fcarcely printed, lay :
In narrow Mazes oft it feem'd to meet,
And look'd, as lightly prefs'd by Fairy Feet.
At last it led me where an Arbour stood,
The facred Receptacle of the Wood.
I, feiz'd at once with Wonder and Delight,
Gaz'd all around me, new to the tranfporting Sight.
'Twas bench'd with Turf, and, goodly to be feen,
The thick young Grafs arofe in fresher Green.
The Mound was newly made: No Sight could pass
Betwixt the nice Partitions of the Grafs;
The well united Sods fo clofely lay,
And all around the Shades defended it from Day:
For Sycamours with Eglantine were spread,
A Hedge about the Sides, a Cov'ring over Head:
And fo the fragrant Brier was wove between,
The Sycamour and Flow'rs were mix'd with Green,
That Nature feem'd to vary the Delight,
And fatis fy'd at once the Smell and Sight.
The Mafter Workman of the Bow'r was known
Thro' Fairy Lands, and built for Oberon :
He twining Leaves with fuch Proportion drew,
They rofe by Meafure, and by Rule they grew;
No mortal Tongue can half the Beauty tell,
For none but Hands divine could work fo well.
Both Roof and Sides were like a Parlour made,
A foft Recefs, and a cool Summer Shade:
The Hedge was fet fo thick, no foreign Eye
The Perfons plac'd within it could efpy;
But all that pafs'd without with Eafe was feen,
As if nor Fence nor Tree was plac'd between.
'Twas border'd with a Field; and fome was plain
With Grafs; and fome was fow'd with rifing Grain,
That, now the Dew with Spangles deck'd the Ground,
A fweeter Spot of Earth was never found:
I look'd, and look'd; and ftill with new Delight,
Such Joy my Soul, fuch Pleafures fill'd my Sight:
And the fresh Eglantine exhal'd a Breath,
Whofe Odours were of Pow'r to raife from Death.
Nor fullen Difcontent, nor anxious Care,
Ev'n tho' brought thither, could inhabit there
But thence they fled, as from their mortal Foe,
For this fweet Place could only Pleasure know.
Thus, as I mus'd, I caft afide my Eye,
And faw a Medlar Treee was planted nigh;
The fpreading Branches made a goodly Shew,
And full of op'ning Blooms was ev'ry Bough.
A Goldfinch there I faw with gawdy Pride
Of painted Plumes, that hopp'd from Side to Side,
Still pecking as the pafs'd, and ftill fhe drew
The Sweets from evry Flow'r, and fuck'd the Dew:
Suffic'd at length, she warbled in her Throat,
And tun'd her Voice to many a merry Note,
But indiftin&t, and neither fweet nor clear,
Yer fuch as footh'd my Soul, and pleas'd my Ear.
Her fhort Performance was no fooner try'd,
Then the I fought, the Nightingale, reply'd;
So fweet, fo fhrill, fo varioufly the fung,
That the Grove echo'd, and the Valleys rung:
On the green Bank I fate, and liften'd long,
Nor till her Lay was ended could I move,
But wifh'd to dwell for ever in the Grove:
Only methought the Time too fwiftly pafs'd,
And ev'ry Note I fear'd would be the last.
My Sight, and Smell, and Hearing, were employ'd,
And all three Senfes in full Guft enjoy'd:
Single, and confcious to my felf alone,
Of Pleasures to th'excluded World unknown :
Pleasures, which no where else were to be found,
And all Elyfium in a Spot of Ground. Dryd. Chauc. The (Flower and the Leaf
ARCHER, ARCHERY, and ARROW.
As many Shafts as his full Quiver held,
So many Fates he drew, fo many kill'd:
Quick and unerring they as darted Eye-beams, flew,,
As if he gave them Sight and Swiftnefs too; (Oldh
Death took her Aim from his, and by't her Arrows threw.
The fam'd Cydonian Warriours (Phoed. & Hip.
From twanging Eughs fhall fend their fatal Shafts. Smith.
Well skill'd to draw
The twanging Bow, and fend the fatal Dart. Broome.
He opes his Quiver;
And draws a Shaft which ne'er before had ferv'd;
Swift as the Wind, fad Source of future Woe!
He drew the Nerve with fo much Strength, The Shaft-Head kifs'd the Bow, the String his Pap; Round came the yielding Horn, the Bow-ftring twang'd, Out flew the Shaft, and whizz'd among the Throng, Impatient to discharge its dire Commiffion. Ozell. Hom She strongly drew
Till both Horns met; the winged Arrow flew
Whizzing thro' Air: At once he heard it part,
And felt the Arrow sticking in his Heart, Laud. Virg.
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