BOW. See Archers and Arrow. She faid, and from her Quiver chose with speed, The winged Shaft, predeftin'd for the Deed : Then to the ftubborn Eugh her Strength apply'd, 'Till the far-diftant Horns approach'd on either Side; The Bow-ftring touch'd her Breaft; fo ftrong fhe drew! Whizzing in Air, the fatal Arrow flew : At once the twanging Bow, and founding Dart, The Traitor heard, and felt the Point within his Heart. [Dryd. Virg. BOWE R. A Sylvan Lodge, that like Pomona's Arbour smil'd, With Flowrets deck'd, and fragrant Smells. The Roof Of thickest Covert was inwoven Shade, Lawrel and Mirtle; and what higher grew Of firm and fragrant Leaf: on either Side, Fenc'd up the verdant Wall: each beauteous Flower, Rear'd high their flourish'd Heads between,and wrought Mofaick under foot the Violet, : Crocus, and Hyacinth, with rich Inlay Border'd the Ground; more colour'd than with Stone More facred, or fequefter'd, tho' but feign'd, BOWER of BLIS S. A Place pick'd out by Choice of beft alive, Is fweet and pleafing unto living Senfe, Milt. Was poured forth with plentiful Difpenfe, Goodly Goodly it was enclosed round about, As well their enter'd Guests to keep within, As thofe unruly Beafts to hold without; Yet was the Fence thereof but weak and thin: Nought feared their Force that Fortilage to win, But Wifdom's Powre and Temperances Might, By which the mightiest Things efforced bin : And eke the Gate was wrought of Subftance light Rather for Pleasure than for Battery or Fight. It framed was of pretious Yvory, Her mighty Charmes, her furious loving Fit, Ye might have feen the frothy Billowes fry Greece. Or Yvory into the Waves were fent, And otherwhiles with Gold befprinkeled'; It feem'd th' enchanted Flame which did Creifa wed. All this and more might in this goodly Gate Be read; that ever open flood to all Which thither came; but in the Porch there fate And femblance pleafing more than natural, D And And flew about his Heels in wanton wife, The Foe of Life that Good envies to all, And Pleafures Porter was devis'd to be, Thus being entred, they behold around T Strow'd with Pleafaunce, whofe faire graffie ground Mantled with green, and goodly beatifide With all the Ornaments of Floraes Pride, Wherewith her mother Art, as halfin Scorne Of niggard Nature, like a pompous Bride When forth from Virgin bowre he comes th' early Thereto the Heavens alwaies Joviall, Morne. Nor fcorching Heat, nor Cold intemperate Gently attempred and difpos'd fo well, That ftill it breathed forth fweet Spirit and wholefomé Smell. More fweet and wholfome than the pleasant Hill of Rhodope, on which the Nymph that bore A Giant-babe, her felf for Griefe did kill i Or the Theffalian Tempè, where of yore, 3,4 ylen o. A Faire Daphne, Phoebus Heart with Love did gore, Or Ida, where the Gods lov'd to repaire, When-ever they their heavenly Bowres forlore; .!! Of Of fweet Parnaffe, the haunt of Muses faire; 'Till that he came unto another Gate, No Gate, but like one, beeing goodly dight So fashioned a Porch with rare devife, cate. Whofe Bunches hanging downe, feem'd to entice Some as the Rubine, laughing fweetly red, And them amongft, fome were of burnifht Gold, So made by Art, to beautifie the reft, Which did themselves emongst the Leaves enfould, As lurking from the View of covetous Guest, That the weak Boughes, with fo rich load oppreft, Did bow adown as over-burthened. There the most dainty Paradife on ground, It felf doth offer to his fober Eye, In which all Pleafures plentioufly abound, And none does others Happiness envie : The painted Flowres, the Trees upfhooting hie, The Dales for Shade, the Hills for breathing Place, The trembling Groves, the cryftall running by; And that which all faire Works doth most aggrace, The Art which wrought it all appeared in no Place. One would have thought (fo cunningly the rude And fcorned Parts were mingled with the fine) That Nature had for Wantonnefs enfude Art, and that Art at Nature did repine; And in the midft of all, a Fountaine ftood, Of richest Subftance that on Earth might be, So pure and fhiny, that the filver Flood Through't every Channell running, one might fee; Moft goodly it with pure Imageree Was over-wrought, and Shapes of naked Boyes, To fly about, playing their wanton Toyes, And over all, of pureft gold, was spred For the rich Metall was fo coloured, Lowe his lafcivious Armes adowne did creep, Infinite Streames continually did well Whofe depth exceeded not three cubits hight, (upright. And |