The Virgin Muse. Being a Collection of Poems from Our Most Celebrated English Poets. [Ed.] by J. Greenwood

The Virgin Muse. Being a Collection of Poems from Our Most Celebrated English Poets. [Ed.] by J. Greenwood

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1722 edition. Excerpt: ...or t'e Inconstancy of Mankind..COR the dull World most Honour pay to those A Who on their Understanding most impose. First Man creates, and then he fears the Elf, Thus others cheat him not, but he himself j He loaths the Substance, and he loves the show, Ysu'll ne'er convince a Fool, Himself is so: He hates Realities, and hags the Cheat, And still the only Pleasure's the Deceit. So Meteors flatter with a dazling Dye, Which no Existence hasl)ut in the Eye. At distance Prospects please us, but when near, We find but defart Rocks, and fleeting Air. From Stratagem to Stratagem we run, And he knows most who latest is undone. Mankind one Day serene and free appear, The next, they're cloudy, sullen, and severe: New Passions, new Opinions still excite, And what they like at Noon, they leave at Night. They gain with Labour, what they quit with Ease, And Health, for want of Change, becomes Disease. Religion's bright Authority'they dare, And yet are Slaves to superstitious Fear. They Counsel others, but themselves deceive, And.tho' they're.cozen'd still, they still believe-' LXXIV, The Infirmary, or Diseases.' NIGH the Recess of Chaos and dnH-Night, Where Death maintains his dread tyrannickfipq In the clofe Covert of a Cypress Grove, Where Goblins frisk, and airy Speclres rove, Yawns a dark Cave, most: formidably wide j And there the Monarch's Triumphs are descry'd. Consus'd, and wildly huddl'd to the Eye, The Beggars Pouch, and Prince's Purple lye. Dim Lamps with sickly Rays scarce seem to glow, Sighs heave in mournsul Moans, and Tears o'erfioff, Old mouldrina; Vrns, pale Fear, and dark Distress, Make up the frightsul Horror o'the Place. Within its dreadsul Jaws thofe Furies wait, "Which execute the harsh Decrees of Fate. Febris is first. The Hag...show more

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  • Paperback | 60 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 127g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236642694
  • 9781236642691