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 To how minute an Origin we owe Young Ammon, Cæsar, and the Great Nassau. Why paler Looks impetuous Rage proclaim, And why chill Virgins redden into Flame. Why Envy oft transforms with wan Disguise, And why gay Mirth sits smiling in the Eyes. All Ice why Lucrece, or Sempronia, Fire, Why S rages to survive Desire. Whence Milos Vigour at Olympicks shown, Whence Tropes to F or Impudence to S How Matter, by the vary'd shape of Pores, Or Idiots frames, or solemn Senators.

Hence 'tis we wait the wondrous Cause to find, How Body acts upon impassive Mind. How Fumes of Wine the thinking part can fire, Past Hopes revive, and present Joys inspire: Why our Complexions oft our Soul declare, And how the Passions in the Features are. How Touch and Harmony arise between Corporeal Figure, and a Form unseen, How quick their Faculties the Limbs fulfil, And act at ev'ry Summons of the Will. With mighty Truths, mysterious to descry, Which in the Womb of distant Causes lye.

But now no grand Enquiries are descry'd, Mean Faction reigns, where Knowledge shou'd preside, Feuds are encreas'd, and Learning laid aside. Thus Synods oft, Concern for Faith conceal; And for important Nothings show a Zeal: The