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Tho' you untie the Winds, and let 'em fight
Against the Churches; tho' the yefty Waves
Confound and swallow Navigation up:

Tho' bladed Gorn be lodg'd, and Trees blown down;
Tho' Castles topple on their Warders Heads :
Tho' Palaces and Pyramids do flope

Their Heads to their Foundations :

Ev'n till Destruction ficken, answer me.

"The mumbling Beldam mutters thus her Charms.
On the Corner of the Moon
Hangs a vap'rous Drop profound,
I'll catch it e'er it come to Ground:
Which diftill'd by magick Slights,
Shall raife artificial Sprights.

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Thrice the brinded Cat has mew'd,

Twice and once the Hedge-pig whin'd:
Harpier cries, 'tis time, 'tis time:

Round about the Cauldron go,

In the poyfon'd Entrails throw:

Pour in Sow's Blood that has eaten

Her nine Farrow : Greafe that's fweet
From the Murtherer's Gibbet throw

Into the Flame.

Toad that under the cold Stone
Days and Nights has thirty one
Swelter'd Venom fleeping got,
Boil thou first i'th'charmed Pot.
Fillet of a fenny Snake

In the Cauldron boil and bake.
Eye of Neut, and Toe of Frog,
Wool of Bat, and Tongue of Dog,
Adder's Fork, and blind-Worm's Sting,
Lizard's Leg, and Howlet's Wing,
For a Charm of pow'rful Trouble,
Like a Hell-broth boil and bubble.
Scale of Dragon, Tooth of Woolf,
Witch's Mummy, Maw and Gulph
Of the ravin'd Salt-Sea Shark,
Root of Hemlock, digg'd i'th'dark;
Liver of blafpheming Jew,
Gall of Goats, and Slips of Yeugh,
Sliver'd in the Moon's Eclipse;
Nofe of Turk, and Tartar's Lips;
Finger of a Birth-ftrangled Babe,
Ditch-deliver'd by a Drab,
Make the Gruel thick and flab:
Add thereto a Tyger's Chaldron
For th'Ingredients of our Cauldron

Shak, Macb

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With equal Hurry quit th'invaded Shore,

(Dryd. Virg. And swallow back the Sand and Stones they fpew'd before. Far off we hear the Waves with furly Sound

Invade the Rocks, the Rocks their Groans rebound.
The Billows break upon the founding Strand;
And roul the rifing Tides impure with Sand.

Dryd. Virg.

WEEPING. See Funeral, Grief, Sorrow, Tears.
Her brimful Eyes that ready ftood,

And only wanted Will to weep a Flood,
Releas'd their watry Store, and pour'd amain,
Like Clouds, low-hung, a fober Show'r of Rain:
Mute, folemn Sorrow, free from Female Noife,
Such as the Majefly of Grief deftroys.

O'er her Adonis fo

Dryd. Sig. & Guif.

Fair Venus mourn'd, and with the precious Show'r
Of her warm Tears, cherish'd the fpringing Flow'r.
So filver Thetis on the Phrygian Shore,

Wept for her Son, foreknowing of his Fate:

The Sea-Nymphs fate around, and joyn'd their Tears,
While from his loweft Deep old Father Ocean

Was heard to groan, in Pity of their Pain.
She filently a gentle Tear let fall

From either Eye, and wip'd them with her Hair :
Two other precious Drops that ready ftood,
Each in their chryftal Sluice, he, e'er they fell,
Kifs'd, as the gracious Signs of fweet Remorfe,
And pious Awe, that fear'd to have offended.

A Show'r of Tears flow'd down her lovely Face,
Which from her Grief receiv'd yet fweeter Grace.

So thro' a watry Cloud,

Wall.

Row. Ulyf

Milt.

Blac.

The Sun at once feems both to weep and fhine. Dryd. Sec. Love. She came weeping forth,

Shining thro' Tears, like April-Suns in Show'rs,

That labour to o'ercome the Cloud that loads them.
While two young Virgins, on. whofe Arms the lean'd,
Kindly look'd up, and at her Grief grew fad,
As if they catch'd the Sorrows that fell from her;
Ev'n the lew'd Rabble, that were gather'd round
To fee the Sight, ftood mute when they beheld her,
Govern'd their roaring Throats, and grumbled Pity.
Dumb Sorrows fiez'd the Standers by,

The Queen above the reft, by Nature good,
The Pattern form'd of perfect Woman-hood,
For tender Pity wept; when she began,

Through the bright Quire th'infectious Virtue ran
All drop'd their Tears.

(Pref. Otw. Ven,

Dryd. Pal. & Ari.

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The Tears ran gufhing from her Eyes,

And ftop'd her Speech in pompous Train of Woe. Dryd. Virg. See where the fits; and in what comely wife

Drops Tears more fair than others Eyes; Ah! charming Maid! let not ill Fortune fee Th'Attire thy Sorrow wears,

Nor view the Beauty of thy Tears,

For the'll ftill come to drefs herfelf in thee.
Ne'er did I yet behold fuch glotious Weather,
As this Sun-fhine and Rain together.
With Head declin'd,

Like a fair Flower furcharg'd with Dew, fhe weeps.
Then fetting free a Sigh from her fair Eyes,

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Dryd.

Which hung like Drops upon the Bells of Flow'rs,Dryd. Sec.Love.

She wip'd two Pearls, the Remnant of wild Show'rs,

So Morning Dews on new-blown Rofes lodge,

By the Sun's am'rous Heat to be exhal'd.

Otw. Orphi

Why art thou wet with weeping, as the Earth,
When vernal Jove defcends in gentle Show'rs,
To caufe Increase, and bless the Infant Year;
When ev'ry fpiry Grafs and painted Flow'r
Is hung with pearly Drops of heav'nly Rain.
In Palamon, a manly Grief appears,
Silent he wept, alham'd to fhew his Tears.
Bear my Weakness,
If throwing thus my Arms about thy Neck,
I play the Boy, and blubber in thy Bofom.

Look Emperor! this is no common Dew;
I have not wept these forty Years, but now
My Mother comes afresh into my Eyes,
I cannot help her Softness.

Row. Ulyss

Dryd. Pal. & Arcó

Otw. Ven. Pref.

By Heav'n he weeps! Poor good old Man he weeps.
The big round Drops courfe one another down
The Furrows of his Cheeks.

His Eyes,

Altho' unus'd unto the melting Mood,
Drop Tears more faft than the Arabian Tree
Her medicinal Gums.

Dryd. All for Love.

Behold his Sorrow ftreaming from his Eyes.

Compaffion quell'd

His beft of Man, and gave him up to Tears.

WELCOME.

Shak. Othel.

Dryd. Virg.

Milt.

Welcome as kindly Show'rs to long-parch'd Earth. Dr.Span. Fry.

Welcome as Mercy to a Man condemn'd.

Welcome to me as to a finking Marriner

The lucky Plank that bears him to the Shore,

Lee Oedip.

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Cool it with a Baboon's Blood,

Then our Charm is firm and good.

Smear'd with thefe pow'rful Juices, on the Plain
He howls a Woolf among the hungry Train;
And oft the mighty Negromancer boafts,

With these to call from Tombs the stalking Ghosts,
And from the Roots to tear the ftanding Corn,
Which whirl'd aloft to distant Fields is born :
Such is the Strength of Spells.

Shak. Mach.

Dryd. Virg.

Pale Phabe, drawn by Verfe, from Heav'n defcends,

And Circe chang'd with Charms Ulyffes Friends.

Verfe breaks the Ground, and penetrates the Brake,
And in the winding Cavern fplits the Snake;
Verfe fires the frozen Veins.

Renown'd for magick Arts, her Charms unbind
The Chains of Love, or fix 'em to the Mind;
She ftops the Currents, leaves the Channel dry,
Repels the Stars, and backward beats the Sky.
The yawning Earth rebellows to her Call,
Pale Ghosts afcend, and Mountain Ashes fall.

I faw Canidia here, her Feet were bare,
Black were her Robes, and loofe her flaky Hair;
With her fierce Sagana went ftalking round,

Their hideous Howling fhook the trembling Ground.
A Palenefs, cafting Horrour round the Place,
Sat dead, and terrible on either's Face.

Their impious Trunks upon the Earth they caft,
And dug it with their Nails in frantick Hafte:
A Cole-black Lamb then with their Teeth they tore,
And in the Pit they pour'd the reeking Gore.
By this they forc'd the tortur'd Ghofts from Hell;
And Answers to their wild Demands compel.
Two Images they brought of Wax and Wool.
The waxen was a little puling Fool,

A chidden Image, ready ftill to skip
Whene'er the woollen one but fnap'd his Whip:
On Hecate aloud this Beldam calls,

Tifiphone as loud the other bawls.

A thousand Serpents hifs'd upon the Ground,
And Hell-hounds compafs'd all the Garden round.

Behind the Tombs, to fhun the horrid Sight,

Dryd. Virg.

Dryd. Virg.

The Moon skulk'd down, or out of Shame or Fright. Staff. Hor.
Not uglier follow the Night-Hag, when call'd

In fecret, riding through the Air, fhe comes
Lur'd with the Smell of Infant-Blood, to dance
With Lapland Witches, while the lab'ring Moon
Eclipfes at their Charms.

Milt.

But

Shak. Mach.

But fee, they're gone,

The Earth has Bubbles as the Waters has,
And these are of them: They vanish'd
Into the Air, and what feem'd corporal
Melted as Breath into the Wind.

WOOLF.

So roams the nightly Woolf, about the Fold,
Wet with defcending Show'rs, and ftiff with Cold;
He howls for Hunger, and he grins for Pain,
His gnashing Teeth are exercis'd in vain ;
And impotent of Anger, finds no Way
In his diftended Paws to grafp the Prey.
The Mothers liften, but the bleating Lambs
Securely fwig the Dug beneath the Dams.

As when a Woolf, pinch'd by nocturnal Cold
And Hunger-ftarv'd, fcours round the lofty Fold;
He licks his rabbid Jaws, and feems poffefs'd
Already of his Prey, and bloody Feaft.

He offers oft to enter, while the Lambs

Affrighted tremble round their bleating Dams.
As hungry Wolves, with raging Appetite,

Scour through the Fields, nor fear the ftormy Night;
Their Whelps at home expect the promis'd Food,
And long to temper their dry Chaps in Blood.

As when a prowling Woolf,

Whom Hunger drives to feek new Haunts for Prey,
Watching where Shepherds pen their Flocks at Eve,
In hurdled Cotes amid the Field fecure,
Leaps o'er the Fence with eafe into the Fold.

Dryd. Virg.

Blac.

Dryd. Virg.

Milt.

So fiezes the grim Woolf the tender Lamb,

In vain lamented by the bleating Dam.

Dryd. Virg.

As when the Woolf has torn a Bullock's Hide,

At unawares, or ranch'd a Shepherd's Side,

Conscious of his audacious Deed he flies,

And claps his quiv'ring Tail between his Thighs.

Dryd. Virg.

Such Rage inflames the Woolf's wild Heart and Eyes,

Robb'd, as he thinks, unjustly of his Prize;

Whom unawares the Shepherd fpies, and draws

The bleating Lamb from out his rav'nous Jaws.
The Shepherd fain himself he would affail,
But Fear above his Hunger does prevail :

He knows his Foe's too ftrong, and must be gone;
He grins as he looks back, and howls as he goes on.
LTCAON turn'd into a Woolf.

Cowl.

The Tyrant in a Fright for Shelter gains

The neighb'ring Fields, and fcours along the Plains:
Howling he fled, and fain he would have spoke,
But human Voice his brutal Tongue forfook;

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