Like Sampfon's Heart breakers, it grew
In Time to make a Nation rue;
Tho' it contributed its own Fall,
To wait upon the publick Downfall:
It was monaftick, and did grow
In holy Orders, by ftrict Vow;
Of Rule as fullen and fevere,
As that of rigid Cordilier.
'Twas bound to fuffer Perfecution,
And Martyrdom with Refolution:
T'oppofe it felf against the Hate,
And Vengeance of th'incenfed State":"
In whofe Defiance it was worn,
Still ready to be pluck'd and torn ;
With red hot Ir'ns to be tortur'd,'
Revil'd and fpit upon, and martyr'd:
Maugre all which it was to ftand faft,
As long as Monarchy fhould laft:
But, when the State Thould hap to reel,
'Twas to fubmit to fatal Steel;
And fall, as it was confecrate,
A Sacrifice to Fall of State;
Whofe Thread of Life the facred Sifters
Did twift together with its Whiskers;
And twine fo clofe, that Time could never,
In Life or Death, their Fortune fever:
But, with his ruity Sickle, mow
Both down together at one Blow:
So learned Taliacotius from
The brawny Parts of Porters Bum,
Cut fupplemental Nofes, which
Should laft as long as Parent-Breech;
But, when the Date of Nock was out,
Off dropt the Sympathetick Snout. Hud.
BEAST.
Behold our Cattle, that diftended lie
On fertile Banks, their fprightly young Ones by
on Milk, which their fwoll'n Udders yield, (Lucr. and brisk, and wanton o'er the Field., Creech O happy Brutes, who the great Rule of Senfe obferve, And ne'er from their first Charter fwerve: Happy, whofe Lives are meerly to enjoy,
And feel no Stings of Sin, which may their Blifs anney: Still unconcern'd at Epithets of Ill, or Good;
Diftinctions unadult'rate Nature never undercood. Oldh.
Rather than buy my Pleafure with fuch Bafenefs,
I'd be a Brute; methinks the happier Creature:
The gen'rous Horfe, loofe in a flow'ry Lawn,
With Choice of Pafture, and of crystal Brooks,
And all his chearful Miftreffes about him,
The White, the Brown, the Black, the shining Bay,
And ev'ry dappled Female of the Field :
Now, by the Gods, for ought we know, as Man
Thinks him a Beaft, Man feems a Beaft to him. Lee Mithr For't has been urg'd by many,
As Montaigne, playing with his Cat,
Complains the thought him but an Afs,
Much more she would Sir Hudibras. Hud.
BEATEN.
He that is valiant, and dares fight,
Tho' drubb'd, can lofe no Honour by't:
Honour's a Leafe for Lives to come,
And cannot be extended from
The legal Tenant: 'Tis a Chattel,
Not to be forfeited in Battel. Hud.
Quoth he, That Honour's very fqueamish,
That takes a Bafting for a Blemish:
For what's more hon'rable than Scars,
Or Skin, to Tatters rent in Wars?
Some have been beaten, till they know
What Wood a Cudgel's of by th' Blow:
Some kick'd, until they can feel whether,
A Shoe be Spanish or Neat's Leather.
By Laws of learned Duellifts,
They that are bruis'd with Wood or Fifts,
And think one Beating may for once
Suffice, are Cowards and Poltroons:
But if they dare engage t'a fecond,
They're ftout and gallant Fellows reckon'd:
The beaten Soldier proves moft manful,
That, like his Sword, endures the Anvil,
And juftly's held more formidable,
The more his Valour's malleable:
But he, that fears a Baftinado,
Will run away from his own Shadow. Hud.
'Tis not the leaft Difparagement,
To be defeated by th❜Event;
Nor to be beaten by main Force:
That does not make a Man the worse:
Altho' his Shoulders with Battoon
Be claw'd and cudgel❜d to some Tune:
But to turn Tail, or run away,
And without Blows give up the Day;
Or to furrender ere th' Affault,
That's no Man's Fortune, but his Fault;
And renders Men of Honour lefs
Than all th' Adversity of Success. Hud.
Beauty, whofe Flames but Meteors are;
Short-liv'd and low, tho' thou wouldft feem a Star.
Truft not too much to that enchanting Face:
Beauty's a Charm; but foon that Charm will pafs.
For Beauty's but a tranfient Good at best;
Like Flow'rs, it withers with th'advancing Year;
And Age, like Winter, robs th blooming Fair.
Beauty, like Time on Dials, moves fo flow,
That they, who always gaze, can't fee it go.
Beauty, whofe Conquefts ftill are made
O'er Hearts, by Cowards kept, or elfe betray'd:
Weak Victor, who thy felf deftroy'd muft be,
When Sicknefs ftorms, or Time befieges thee. Cowl.
Sure Beauties Empires, like to greater States.
Have certain Periods fet, and hidden Fates. Suckl.
Beauty in Fancy only lies. Cowl.
There's no fuch Thing as that we Beauty call:
For tho' fome, long ago,
Lik'd certain Colours, mingled fo and fo,
That does not tie me now from chufing new:
If a Fancy take
To Black and Blue,
That Fancy does it Beauty make:
"Tis not the Meat, but th' Appetite,
Makes Eating a Delight:
What in our Watches, that in us is found;
So to the Height and Nick
No Matter by what Hand or Trick. Suckl.
All Hearts alike all Faces cannot move,
There is a fecret Sympathy in Love :
The pow'rful Loadstone cannot move a Straw,
No more than Jet the trembling Needle draw. Sedl. Ant. &
Beauty to no Complexion is confin'd:
'Tis of all Colours, and by none defin'd :
Jewels that shine, in Gold or Silver fet,
As precious and as fparkling are in Jet. Lanfd.
Yet there are Beauties which attract all Hearts,
And all Mankind lies open to their Darts. Dryd. Tyr, Love.
Beauty has Bounds;
And can no more to ev'ry Heart be fo,
Than any Coin thro' ev'ry Land can go. Dryd. Tyr. Love.
What cannot Beauty, join'd with Virtue gain? Dryd.
(Chau. the Cock and Fox.
For Beauty's Blaze, tho' fierce, is quickly past,
While Love, good Senfe, and Virtue, always faft.
'Tis not a Set of Features, or Complexion,
The Tincture of a Skin, that I admire:
Beauty foon
grows familiar to the Lover,
Fades in his Eye, and palls upon the Sense:
The virtuous Marcia tow'rs above her Sex:
True, fhe is fair; oh! how divinely fair!
But ftill the lovely Maid improves her Charms
With inward Greatnefs, unaffected Wisdom,
And Sanctity of Manners: Cato's Soul
Shines out in ev'y Thing the acts or speaks:
While winning Mildness and attracting Smiles
Dwell in her Looks; and, with becoming Grace,
Soften the Rigour of her Father's Virtues. Add. Cato.
Beauty diftrefs'd, like Kings from Empire thrown. (Ench
Each Infolent invades, regardless of a Frown. Lanfd. Brite
When Beauty in Distress appears,
An irrefiftlefs Charm it bears:
In ev'ry Breast does Pity move;
Pity, the tender'ft Part of Love. Yald.
Beauty's a Tyrant, jealous of its Pow'r. D'Aven. Circe. Where Love gives Law, Beauty the Sceptre fways; And, uncompell'd, the happy World obeys. Wall. Old as I am, for Ladies Love unfit, The Pow'r of Beauty I remember yet (Dryd. Which once inflam'd my Soul, and still inspires my Wit. When Beauty fires the Blood, how Love exalts the Mind. Beauty, the Gift of Gods! The Sexes Pride! (Dryd. Yet to how many is that Gift deny'd! Cong. Ovid. Had you lefs beauteous been, you 'ad known lefs Care: Ladies are happieft, moderately fair. Eth. Love in a Tub. With this Reward, the great Reward of Beauty, The batter'd Soldier crowns his glorious Labours, And foftens all the rugged Toils of War. Beaum. Bonduca.
BEAUTEOUS.
What Images fhall Eloquence prepare,
To paint a Form fo perfect and divine?
Others by flow Degrees advance in Love,
And Step by Step, and leifurely get Ground:
We article with Judgment ere we yield,
Reafon rejecting oft, where Fanfy's fond:
She feizes Hearts, not waiting for Confent,
Like fuddain Death, that fnatches unprepar'd
Like Fire from Heav'n, fcarce feen fo foon as felt:
All other Beauties feem inferiour Stars,
At her Appearance, vanishing apace;
Whene'er the mounts, they fet.
O, fhe was heav'nly fair in Face and Mind!
Never in Nature were fuch Beauties join'd:
Without, all fhining, and within, all white;
Pure to the Senfe, and pleafing to the Sight:
Like fome fair Flow'r, whofe Leaves all Colours yield,
And, op'ning, is with rareft Odours fill'd.
As lofty Pines o'ertop the lowly Reed,
So did her graceful Height all Nymphs exceed;
To which excelling Height the bore a Mind
Humble, as Ofers bending to the Wind. Cong.
O, fhe was all for which fond Mothers pray,
Bleffing their Babes, when firft they fee the Day:
Beauty and the were one; for in her Face
Sate Sweetness, temper'd with majestick Grace;
Such powerful Charms, as might the proudeft awe;
Yet fuch attractive Goodness, as might draw
The humbleft, and to both give equal Law. Duke.
Is the not more than mortal Man can wish :
Diana's Soul caft in the Flesh of Venus! Lee Alex.
O fhe's the Boast,
The lovely Chance-work, Mafter-piece of Nature,
Who blufh'd to fee what her own Hands had made;
As if, miftaking Moulds, fhe unawares
Had caft Semandra in a Form divine. Lee Mithr.
All that the blooming Earth could fend forth fair! (Theod.
All that the gawdy Heav'ns could drop down glorious. Lee
The fairelt of her Sex! The Pride of Nature! Dr. D. Seb.
But Theodofius comes! Hide, hide thy Charms :
If to his clouded Eyes fuch Day fhould break,
The Royal Youth, who doats to Death for Love,
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