Hughes 74

Hyde-park for pleasure and for beauty fam'd,

Hydropfy, foft-fwoln and pale,

Hyena, fellest of the fell,

Hymen, fource of every focial tye,

Hymen's bleffings laft for ever,
Hymettus, a mountain near Athens,

Hymn,

to Father and Son,

Hyperbole the bounds of truth exceeds,
Hyperboles come fhort of felf-conceit,

daring, yet by rules control'd,
ochondria, moping here did fit,

mother of Spleen,

Thom. 1: 191

·Milt. 1: 83, 84, 85

Pitt 365

Hypochondria, her humour ever wavering,

Thom. 1:24:

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Hypocrify cloaths words and looks with innocence, Gay 2: 267:

with frown fevere,

———we join to pride,

Swift 2:75

Prior 2: 84

Hypocrite, in penfion with his confcience,

Hypocritical Non-conformist,

Butl, 2:338

Butl. 2:258

Buti. 2: 286

Ców. 2: 246,

Jamaica conquered under Cromwell,

Iambics appropriated to stage,

James, heaven's favourite, firft Britannic king,

James I. loft his people's love,

Rofc. 262

Phil. 82

Thom 2: 113

{ Dry. 1:182

James II. character of,

bigot king,

Jane Shore, epilogue to,

January and May,

Tapis, the phyfician,

Jargon of the schools is but noify nonsense,

confounds, not enlightens,

Jafon leads to Colchos magic land,

author of unutterable woes,

Hafard, motto-for,

Jaundiced eye, all looks yellow.to,

Iberia, how funk among the nations now, bold in defence of liberty fhe stood,

Icarus' fate, like foaring to honours,

Icelos, what,

Duke

122:

Thom. 2: 118.

Pope 1: 162.

Pope 1: 227

Dry. 7: 66.

Pom. 340

Pom. 340

Weft 227

Broome 156

Swift 1: 164.

Pope 1: 114
Roave 9

Rowe 9

Cow. 1:51

Dry. 4:63

- yields wood for Patroclus' pyre,

in the divine mind,

origin of every pleafing quality,

Pope il. 2: 294

Pope il. 2: 294

Aken. 15

Aken. 15

Idomeneus in eighty-thips commands the Cretans, Pope il. 1: 93

Jealous, wafpith, wrong-head, rhyming race,

Pope 2: 246

→→→→→ men on their own crimes reflect,

Pope 1: 247

learn from thence their ladies to fufpect, ib. 1': 247

Terne, renown'd for valour, policy, and arts,

for knowledge human and divine, Swift 2: 10

Swift 2: 7

what needs my blood, fince thine will do?

Parn. 249

thy death restores my foul to life,

thy forrow proves the cure of mine,

Lord of mercy, Lord of love,

Jefuits, founded by a foldier,

write, who never lye,

Ts, the only Saviour,

hy wounds I fly,

y my fin,

Parn. 249

Parn. 249

Parn. 250

Butl. 2 :74

Prior 2:63

Watts 97 Watts 111

Watts III

Jew