John Dryden and Robert Howard

“ By the croaking of the toad In their caves that make abode, Earthy dun that pants for breath With her swell'd sides full of death, By the crested adders' pride That along the cliffs do glide, By thy visage fierce and black, By the death's head on thy back, By the twisted serpents plac'd For a girdle round thy waist, By the hearts of gold that deck Thy breast, thy shoulders and thy neck, From thy sleeping mansion rise And open thy unwilling eyes, While bubbling springs their music keep, That used to lull thee in thy sleep. ”

“ I come to sing great Zempoalla's story Whose beauteous sight so charming bright Outshines the lustre of glory. We come to sing great Zempoalla's story Whose beauteous sight so charming bright Outshines the lustre of glory. Act III ISMERON
Ye twice ten hundred deities To whom we daily sacrifice, Ye pow'rs that dwell with fates below And see what men are doom'd to do, Where elements in discord dwell: Thou god of sleep arise and tell Great Zempoalla what strange fate Must on her dismal vision wait. ”

“ I fly from the place where flattery reigns, See, see those might things that before Such slaves like gods did adore Condemn'd and unpitied in chains. I fly from the place where flattery reigns. I hate to see fond tongues advance High as the Gods the slaves of chance. ”

“ Enquire not then who shall from bonds be freed, Who'tis shall wear a crown and who shall bleed. All must submit to their appointed doom, Fate and misfortune will too quickly come. Let me no more with powerful charms be press'd I am forbid by fate to tell the rest. ”

“ That of human things take care, Out of pity now descend To forewarn what woes attend. Greatness clogg'd with scorn decays,
With the slave no empire stays. We the spirits of the air That of human things take care, Out of pity now descend To forewarn what woes attend. Cease to languish the in vain Since never to be loved again. We the spirits of the air
That of human things take care, Out of pity now descend To forewarn what woes attend. ”

“ They tell us that your might powers above Make perfect your joys and your blessings by love, Ah! Why do you suffer the blessing that's there To give a poor lover such a sad torments here? Yet though for my passion such grief I endure, My love shall like yours still be constant and pure. ”

“ Where bounteous nature never feels decay, And opening buds drive falling fruits away. GIRL
Why should men quarrel here, where all possess As much as they can hope for by success? None can have most where nature is so kind As to exceed man's use, though not his mind. ”