Compos'd 1629. THis is the Month, and this the happy morn Wherin the Son of Heav'ns eternal King, Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born, Car great redemption from above did bring; For @o the holy @ages once did @ing, That he our deadly forfeit @hould release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace. That glorious Form, that Light un@ufferable, And that far-beaming blaze of Maje@ty, Wherwith he wont at Heav'ns high Councel-Table, To @it the mid@t of Trinal Unity, He laid a@ide; and here with us to be, For@ook the Courts of everla@ting Day, And cho@e with us a dark@om Hou@e of mortal Clay. Say Heav'nly Mu@e, @hall not thy @acred vein Afford a per@ent to the Infant God? Ha@t thou no vers, no hymn, or @olemn @trein, To welcom him to this his new abode, Now while the Heav'n by the Suns team untrod, Hath took no print of te approching light, And all the @pangled ho@t/keep watch in @quadrons bright? See how from far upon the Ea@tern rode The Star-led Wi@ards ha@te with odours @weet: O run, prevent them with thy humble ode, And lay it lowly at his ble@@ed feet; Have thou the honour fir@t, thy Lord to greet, And joyn thy voice unto the Angel Quire, From out his @ecret Altar toucht with hallow'd fire. ----------------------------------------------------- IT was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw to him Had doff't her gawdy trim With her great Ma@ter @o to @ympathize: It was no @ea@on then for her To wanton with the Sun her lu@ty Paramour. Onely with @peeches fair She woo's the gentle Air To hide her guilty front with innocent Snow, And on her naked @hame, Pollute with @infull blame, The Saintly Vail of Maiden white to throw, Confounded, that her Makers eyes Should look @o neer upon her @oul de@ermities. But he her fears to cea@e, Sent down the meek-eyd Peace, She crown'd with Olive green, came @oftly @liding Down through the turning @phear His ready Harbinger, With Turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing, And waving wide her mirtle wand, She @trikes a univer@all Peace through Sea and Land. No War, or Battails @ound Was heard the World around: The idle @pear and @hield were high up hung, The hooked Chariot @tood Un@tain'd with ho@tile blood, The Trumper @pake not to the armed throng, And Kings fate @till with awfull eye, As if they @urely knew their @ovran Lord was by. But peacefull was the night Wherin the Prince of light His raign of peace upon the earth began: The Windes with wonder whi@t, Smoothly the waters ki@t, Whi@pering new joyes to the milde Ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While Birds of Calm @it brooding on the charmed wave. The Stars with deep amaze Stand fixt in @tedfa@t gaze, Bending one way their pretious influence And will not take their flight, For all the morning light, Or <1Lucifer>1 that often warn'd them thence; But in their glimmering Orbs did glow, Untill their Lord him@elf be@pake, and bid them go. And though the @hady gloom Had given day her room, The Sun him@elf with-held his wonted @peed, And hid his head for @hame, As his inferiour flame, The new-enlightn'd world no more @hould need; He @aw a greater Sun appear Then his bright Throne, or burning Axletree could bear. The Shepherds on the Lawn, Or ere the point of dawn, Sate @imply chatting in a ru@tick row; Full little thought they than, That the mighty <1Pan>1 Was kindly com to live with them below; Perhaps their loves, or els their @heep, Was all that did their @illy thoughts @o bu@ie keep. When @uch mu@ick @weet Their hearts and ears did greet, As never was by mortall finger @trook, Divinely-warbled voice An@wering the @tringed noi@e, As all their @ouls in blisfull rapture took, The Air @uch plea@ure loth to lo@e, With thou@and echo's @till prolongs each heav'nly clo@e. Nature that heard @uch @ound Beneath the hollow round Of <1Cynthia's>1 @eat, the Airy region thrilling, Now was almo@t won To think her part was don, And that her raign had here its la@t fulfilling; She knew @uch harmony alone Could hold all Heav'n and Earth in happier union. As la@t @urrounds their @ight A Globe of circular light, That with long beams the @hame-fac't night array'd, The helmed Cherubim And @worded Seraphim, Are @een in glittering ranks with wings di@plaid, Harping in loud and @olemn quire, With unexpre@@ive notes to Heav'ns new-born Heir. Such Mu@ick (as 'tis @aid) Before was never made, But when of old the @ons of morning @ung, While the Creator Great His con@tellations @et, And the well-ballanc't world on hinges hung, And ca@t the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel keep. Ring out ye Cry@tall @phears, Once ble@s our human ears, (If ye have power to touch our @en@es @o) And let your @ilver chime Move in melodious time, And let she the Ba@e of Heav'ns deep Organ blow, And with your ninefold harmony Make up full con@ort to th'Angelike @ymphony. For if @uch holy Song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold, And @peckl'd vanity Will @icken @oon and die, And leprous @in will melt from earthly mould, And Hell it @elf will pa@s away, And leave her dolorous man@ions to the peering day. Yea Truth, and Ju@tice then Will down return to men, Th'enameld <1Arras>1 of the Rainbow wearing, And Mercy @et between, Thron'd in Cele@tiall @heen, With radiant feet the ti@@ued clouds down @tearing, And Heav'n as at @om fe@tivall, Will open wide the Gates of her high Palace Hall But wife@t Fate @ayes no, This mu@t not yet be @o, The Babe lies yet in @miling Infancy, That on the bitter cro@s Mu@t redeem our lo@s; So both him@elf and us to glorifie; Yet fir@t to tho@e ychain'd in @leep, The wakefull trump of doom mu@t thunder through the (deep, With @uch a horrid clang As on mount <1Sinai>1 rang While the red fire, and @mouldring clouds out brake: The aged Earth aga@t, With terrour of that bla@t, Shall from the @urface to the center @hake; When at the worlds la@t @e@@ion, The dreadfull Judge in middle Air @hall @pread his throne. And then at la@t our bli@s Full and perfect is, But now begins; for from this happy day Th'old Dragon underground In @traiter limits bound, Not half @o far ca@ts his u@urped @way, And wrath to @ee his Kingdom fail, Swindges the @caly Horrour of his @oulded tail. The Oracles are duman, No voice or hideous humm Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving <1Apollo>1 from his @hrine Can no more divine, With hollow @hreik the @teep of <1Delphos>1 leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed @pell, In@pire's the pale-ey'd Prie@t from the prophetic cell The lonely mountains o're, And the refounding @hore, A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament, From haunted @pring, and dale Edg'd with poplar pale. The parting Genius is with fighing @ent, With flowre-inwov'n tre@@es torn The Nimphs in twilight @hade of tangled thickets mourn, In con@ecrated Earth, And on the holy Hearth, The <1Lars>1, and <1Lemures>1 moan with midnight plaint, In Urns, and Altars round, A drear, and dying found Affrights the <1Flamins>1 at their @ervice quaint, And the chill Marble @eems to @weat, While each peculiar power forgoes his wonted @eat. <1Peor>1, and <1Baalim>1, For@ake their Temples dim, With that twi@e batter'd god of <1Pale@tine>1, And mooned <1A@btaroth>1, Heav'ns Queen and Mother both, Now @its not girt with Tapers holy @hine, The Libye <1Hammon>1 @hrinks his horn, In vain the <1Tyrsan>1 Maids their wounded <1Thamnz>1 mourn, And @ullen <1Moloch>1 fled, Hath left in @hadows dred, His burning Idol all of blacke@t hue, In vain with Cymbals ring, They call the gri@ly king, In di@mall dance about the furnace blue, The bruti@h gods of <1Nile>1 as fa@t, <1Ufis>1 and <1Orus>1, and the Dog <1Anubis>1 ha@t, Nor is <1Ofiris>1 @een In <1Memphian>1 Grove, or Green, Trampling the un@howr'd Gra@@e with lowings loud: Nor can he be at re@t Within his @acred che@t, Naught but profounde@t Hell can be his @hroud, In vain with Timbrel'd Anthems dark The fable-@toled Socerers bear his wor@hipt Ark. He feels from <1Juda's>1 Land The dredded Infants hand, The rayes of <1Bethlehem>1 blind his dusky eyn; Nor all the gods be@ide, Longer dare abide, Nor <1Typhon>1 huge ending in @naky twine: Our Babe to @hew his Godhead true, Can in his @wadling bands controul the damned crew. So when the Sun in bed, Curtain'd with cloudy red, Pillows his chin upon an Orient wave. The flocking @hadows pale, Troop to th'infernall jail, Each @etter'd Gho@t @lips to his @everall grave, And the yellow-skirted <1Fayes>1, Fly after the Night-steeds, leaving their Moon-lov'd maze. But @ee the Virgin ble@t, Hath laid her Babe to re@t. Time is our tedious Song @hould here have ending, Heav'ns younge@t teemed Star, Hath fixt her poli@ht Car. Her @leeping Lord with Handmaid Lamp attending. And all about the Courtly Stable, Bright-harne@t Angels @it in order @erviceable. ----------------------------------------------------- 1 114.> WHen the ble@t feed of <1Terah's>1 faithfull son, After long toil their liberty had won, And pa@t from <1Pharian>1 fields to <1Canaan>1 Land, Led by the @trength of the Almighties hand, <1Jehovah's>1 wonders were in <1I@rael>1 @hown, His prai@e and glory was in <1I@rael>1 known That @aw the troubl'd Sea, and @hivering fled, And @ought to hide his froth-becurled head Low in the earth, <1Jordans>1 clear @treams recoil, As a faint ho@t that hath receiv'd the @oil. The high, huge-bellied Mountains skip like Rams Among@t their Ews, the little Hills like Lambs. Why fled the Ocean? And why skipt the Mountains? Why turned <1Jordan>1 toward his Cry@tall Fountains? Shake earth, and at the pre@ence be aga@t Of him that ever was, and ay @hall la@t, That gla@@y @louds from rugged rocks can cru@h, And make @oft rills from fiery flint-@tones gu@h. ----------------------------------------------------- 1 136.> LEt us with a glad@om mind Prai@e the Lord, for he is kind, For his mercies ay endure, Ever faithfull, ever @ure. Let us blaze his Name abroad, For of gods he is the God, For, <1&c>1. O let us his prai@es tell, That doth the wrathfull tyrants quell. For, <1&c>1. That with his miracles doth make Amazed Heav'n and Earth to @hake. For, <1&c>1. That by is wi@dom did create the painted Heav'ns @o full of @tate. For his, <1&c>1. That did the @olid Earth ordain To ri@e above the watry plain. For his, <1&c>1. That by his all-commanding might, Did @ill the new-made world with light, For his, <1&c>1. And caus'd the Golden-tre@@ed sun, All the day long his cours to run. For his, <1&c>1. The horned Moon to @hine by night, Among@t her @pangled @i@ters bright. For his, <1&c>1. He with his thunder-cla@ping hand, mote the fir@t born of <1Egypt>1 Land. For his, <1&c>1. And in de@pight of <1Pharao>1 fell, He brought from hence his <1I@rael>1. For, <1&c>1. The ruddy waves he cleft in twain, Of the <1Erythraan>1 main. For, <1&c>1. The floods @tood @till like Walls of Gla@s, While the Hebrew Bands did pa@s. For, <1&c>1. But full @oon they did devour The Tawny King with all his power. For, <1&c>1. His cho@en people he did ble@s In the wa@tfull Wildernes. For, <1&c>1. In bloody battail he brought down Kings of prowe@s and renown. For, <1&c>1. He @oild bold <1Seon>1 and his ho@t, That rul'd the <1Amorrean>1 coa@t, For, <1&c>1. And large-lim'd <1Og>1 he did @ubdue, With all his over hardy crew. For, <1&c>1. And to his @ervant <1I@rael>1, He gave their Land therin to dwell. For, <1&c>1. He hath with a piteous eye Beheld us in our mi@ery. For, <1&c>1. And freed us from the @lavery Of the invading enimy. For, <1&c>1. All living creatures he doth feed, And with full hand @upplies their need. For, <1&c>1. Let us therfore warble forth His mighty Maje@ty and worth. For, <1&c>1. That his man@ion hath on high Above the reach of mortall ey. For his mercies ay endure, Ever faithfull, ever @ure. ----------------------------------------------------- ERe-while of Mu@ick, and Ethereal mirth, Wherwith the @tage of Ayr and Earth did ring, And joyous news of heav'nly Infants birth, My mu@e with Angels did divide to @ing, But headlong joy is ever on the wing. In Wintry @ol@tice like the @hortn'd light Soon @wallow'd up in dark and long out-living night. For now to @orrow mu@t I tune my @ong, And @et my Harpe to notes of @adde@t wo, Which on our deare@t Lord did @ea@e er'e long, Dangers, and @nares, and wrongs, and wor@e then @o, Which he for us did freely undergo. Mo@t perfect <1Heroe>1, try'd in heavie@t plight Of labours huge and hard, too hard for human wight. He @ov'ran Prie@t @tooping his regall head That dropt with odorous oil down his fair eyes, Poor fle@hly Tabernacle entered, His @tarry front low-roo@t beneath the skies; O what a Mask was there, what a di@gui@e! Yet more, the @troke of death he mu@t abide Then lies him meekly down fa@t by his Brethrens @ide. The@e latter @cenes confine my roving vers, To this Horizon is my <1Phoebus>1 bound, His Godlike acts, and his temptations fierce, And former @ufferings other where are found; Loud o're the re@t <1Cremona's>1 Trump doth @ound; Me @ofter airs befit, and @ofter @trings Of Lute, or Viol @till, more apt for mournful things. Befriend me night be@t Patonre@s of grief, Over the Pole thy thicke@t mantle throw, And work my flatter'd fancy to belief, That Heav'n and Earth are colour'd with my wo; My @orrows are too dark for day to know: The leaves @hould all be black wheron I write, And letters where my tears have wa@ht a wanni@h white. See @ee the Chariot, and tho@e ru@hing wheels, That whirl'd the Prophet up at <1Chevar>1 flood, My @pirit @om tran@porting <1Cherub>1 feels, To bear me where the Towers of <1Salem>1 @tood, Once glorious Towers, now @unk in guiltle blood; There doth my @oul in holy vi@ion @it In pen@ive trance, and angui@h, and ec@tatick fit. Mine eye hath found that @ad Sepulchral rock That was the Casket of Heav'ns riche@t @tore, And here though grief my feeble hands up lock, Yet on the @oftned Quarry would I @core My plaining vers as lively as before; For @ure @o well in@tructed are my tears, That they would @itly fall in order'd Characters. Or @hould I thence hurried on viewles wing; Take up a weeping on the Mountains wild, The gentle neighbourhood of grove and @pring Would @oon unboo@om all thir Echoes milde, And I (for grief is ea@ily beguild) Might think th'infection of my @orrows loud Had got a race of mourners on @om pregnant cloud, ----------------------------------------------------- FLy envious <1Time>1, till thou run out thy race, Call on the lazy leaden-@tepping hours, Who@e @peed is but the heavy Plummets pace; And glut thy @elf with what thy womb devours, Which is no more then what is fal@e and vain, And meerly mortal dro@s; So little is our lo@s, So little is thy gain. For when as each thing bad thou ha@t entomb'd, And la@t of all, thy greedy @elf con@um'd, Then long Eternity @hall greet our bli@s With an individual ki@s; And Joy @hall overtake us as a @tood, When every thing that is @incerely good And perfectly divine, With Truth, and Peace, and Love @hall ever @hine About the @upreme Throne Of him, t'who@e happy-making fight alone, When once our heav'nly-guided @oul @hall clime, Then all this Earthly gro@nes quit, Attir'd with Stars, we @hall for ever fit, Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O Time. ----------------------------------------------------- YE flaming Powers, and winged Warriours bright, That er@t with Mu@ick, and triumphant @ong Fir@t heard by happy watchful Shepherds ear, So @weetly @ung your Joy the Clouds along Through the @oft @ilence of the li@t'ning night; Now mourn, and if @ad @hare with us to bear Your fiery offence can di@till no tear, Burn in your @ighs, and borrow Seas wept from our deep @orrow, He who with all Heav'ns heraldry whileare Enter'd the world, now bleeds to give us ea@e; Alas, how @oon our @in Sore doth begin His Infancy to @ea@e! O more exceeding love or law more ju@t? Ju@t law indeed, but more exceeding love! For we by rightfull doom remediles Were lo@t in death, till he that dwelt above High thron'd in @ecret bli@s, for us frail du@t Emptied his glory, ev'n to nakednes; And that great Cov'nant which we @till tran@gre@s Intirely @atisfi'd, And the full wrath be@ide Of vengeful Ju@tice bore for our exce@s, And @eals obedience fir@t with wounding @mart This day, but O ere long Huge pangs and @trong Will pierce more neer his heart. ----------------------------------------------------- BLe@t pair of <1Sirens>1, pledges of Heav'ns joy, Sphear born harmonious si@ters, Voice, and Vers, Wed your divine @ounds, and mixt power employ Dead things with inbreath'd @en@e able to pierce, And to our high-rais'd phanta@ie pre@ent, That undi@turbed Song of pure content, Ay @ung before the @aphire-colour'd throne To him that @its theron With Saintly @hout, and @olemn Jubily, Where the bright Seraphim in burning row Their loud up-lifted Angel trumpets blow, And the Cherubick ho@t in thou@and quires Touch their immortal Harps of golden wires, With tho@e ju@t Spirits that wear victorious Palms, Hymns devout and holy P@alms Singing everla@tingly, That we on Earth with undi@cording voice May rightly an@wer that melodious noi@e, As once we did, till di@proportion'd @in Jarr'd again@t natures chime, and with har@h din Broke the fair mu@ick that all creatures made To their great Lord, who@e love their motion @way'd In perfect Diapa@on, whil@t they @tood In fir@t obedience, and their @tate of good. O may we @oon again renew that Song, And keep in tune with Heav'n, till God ere long To his cele@tial con@ort us unite, To live with him, and @ing in endles morn of light. --------------------------------------------------------- 1.> THis rich Marble doth enterr The honour'd Wife of <1Winche@ter>1, A Vicounts daughter, an Earls heir, Be@ides what her vertues fair Added to her noble birth, More then @he could own from Earth. Summers three times eight @ave one She had told, alas too @oon, After @o @hort time of breath, To hou@e with darknes, and with death. Yet had the number of her days Bin as compleat as was her prai@e, Nature and fate had had no @trife In giving limit to her life. Her high birth, and her graces @weet, Quickly found a lover meet; The Virgin quite for her reque@t The God that @its at marriage fea@t; He at their invoking came But with a @carce-wel lighted flame; And in his Garland as he @tood, Ye might di@cern a Cipre@s bud. Once had the early Matrons run To greet her of a lovely @on, And now with @econd hope @he goes, And calls <1Lucina>1 to her throws, But whether by mi@chance or blame <1Atropos>1 for <1Lucina>1 came; And with remor@les cruelty, Spoil'd at once both fruit and tree: The haples Babe before his birth Had burial, yet not laid in earth, And the langui@ht Mothers Womb Was not long a living Tomb. So have I @een @om tender @lip Sav'd with care from Winters nip, The pride of her carnation train, Pluck'd up by @om unheedy @wain, Who onely thought to crop the flowr New @hot up from vernall @howr; But the fair blo@@om hangs the head Side-ways as on a dying bed, And tho@e Pearls of dew @he wears, Prove to be pre@aging tears Which the @ad morn had let fall On her ha@t'ning funerall. Gentle Lady may thy grave Peace and quiet ever have, After this thy travail @ore Sweet re@t @ea@e thee evermore, That to give the world encrea@e, Shortned ha@t thy own lives lea@e, Here be@ides the @orrowing That thy noble Hou@e doth bring, Here be tears of perfect moan Weept for thee in <1Helicon>1, And @om Flowers, and @om Bays, For thy Hears to @trew the ways, Sent thee from the banks of <1Came>1, Devoted to thy vertuous name; Whil@t thou bright Saint high fit'@t in glory, Next her much like to thee in @tory. That fair <1Syrian>1 Shepherde@s, Who after yeers of barrennes, The highly favour'd <1Jo@eph>1 bore To him that @erv'd for her before, And at her next birth much like thee, Through pangs fled to felicity, Far within the boo@om bright Of blazing Maje@ty and Light, There with thee, new welcom Saint, Like fortunes may her @oul acquaint, With thee there clad in radiant @heen, No Marchione@s, but now a Queen. ----------------------------------------------------- 1 morning.> NOw the bright morning Star, Dayes hargbinger, Comes dancing from the Ea@t, and leads with her The Flowry <1May>1, who from her green lap throws The yellow Cow@lip, and the pale Primro@e. Hail bounteous <1May>1 that dost in@pire Mirth and youth, and warm de@ire, Woods and Groves, are of thy dre@@ing, Hill and Dale, doth boa@t thy ble@@ing. Thus we @alute thee with our early Song. And welcom thee, and wi@h thee long. ----------------------------------------------------- 1. 1630> WHat needs my <1Shake@pear>1 for his honour'd Bones, The labour of an age in piled Stones, Or that his hallow'd reliques @hould be hid Under a Star-ypointing <1Pyramid>1? Dear @on of memory, great heir of Fame, What need'@t thou @uch weak witnes of thy name? Thou in our wonder and a@toni@hment Ha@t built thy @elf a live-long Monument. For whil@t toth @hame of flow-endeavouring art, Thy ea@ie numbers flow, and that each heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalu'd Book, Tho@e Delphick lines with deep impre@@ion took, Then thou our fancy of it @elf bereaving, Do@t make us Marble with too much conceaving; And @o Sepulcher'd in @uch pomp do@t lie, That Kings for @uch a Tomb would wi@h to die. 1, by rea@on of> HEre lies old <1Hob@on>1, Death hath broke his girt, A here alas, hath laid him in the dirt, Or els the ways being @oul, twenty to one, He's here @tuck in a @lough, and overthrown. 'Twas @uch a @hifter, that if truth were known, Death was half glad when he had got him down; For he had any time this ten yeers full, Dodg'd with him, betwixt <1Cambridge>1 and the Bull. And @urely, Death could never have prevail'd, Had not his weekly cours of carriage fail'd; But lately finding him @o long at home, And thinking now his journeys end was come, And that he had tane up his late@t Inne, In the kind office of a Chamberlin Shew'd him his room where he mu@t lodge that night, Pull'd off his Boots, and took away the light: If any ask for him, it @hall be fed, <1Hob@on>1 has @upt, and's newly gon to bed. HEre lieth one who did mo@t truly prove, That he could never die while he could move, So hung his de@tiny never to rot While he might @till jogg on, and keep his trot, Made of @phear-metal, never to decay Untill his revolution was at @tay. Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime 'Gain@t old truth) motion number'd out his time, And like an Engin mov'd with wheel and waight, His principles being cea@t, he ended @trait, Re@t that gives all men life, gave him his death, And too much breathing put him out of breath, Nor were it contradiction to affirm Too long vacation ha@tned on his term. Meerly to drive the time away he @ickn'd, Fainted, and died, nor would with Ale be quickn'd, Nay, quoth he, on his @wooning bed out@tretch'd, If I may not carry, @ure Ile ne're be fetch'd, But vow though the cro@s Doctors all @tood hearers, For one Carrier put down to make @ix bearers. Ea@e was his chief di@ea@e, and to judge right, He did for heavines that his Cart went light, His lea@ure told him that his time was com, And lack of load, made his life burden@om, That even to his la@t breath (ther be that @ay't) As he were pre@t to death, he cry'd more waight, But had his doings la@ted as they were, He had bin an immortall Carrier. Obedient to the Moon he @pent his date In cours reciprocal, and had his fate Linkt to the mutual flowing of the Seas, Yet (@trange to think) his wain was his increa@e: His Letters are deliver'd all and gon, Onely remains this @uper@cription. ----------------------------------------------------- 1.> HEnce loathed Melancholy Of <1Cerberus>1, and blacke@t midnight born, In <1Stygian>1 Cave forlorn 'Mong@t horrid @hapes, and @hreiks, and @ights unholy. Find out @om uncouth cell, Wher brooding darknes @preads his jealous wings, And the night-Raven @ings, There under <1Ebon>1 @hades, and low-brow'd Rocks, As ragged as thy Locks, In dark <1Cimmerian>1 de@ert ever dwell. But com thou Goddes fair and free, In Heav'n ycleap'd <1Euphro@yne>1, And by men, heart-ea@ing Mirth, Whom lovely <1Venus>1 at a birth With two @i@ter Graces more To Ivy-crowned <1Bacchus>1 bore; Or whether (as @om Sager @ing) The frolick Wind that breathes the Spring, <1Zephir>1 with <1Aurora>1 playing, As he met her once a Maying. There on Beds of Violets blew, And fre@h-blown Ro@es wai@ht in dew, Fill'd her with thee a daughter fair, So buck@om, blith, and debonair. Ha@te thee nymph, and bring with thee Je@t and youthful jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and Wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on <1Hebe's>1 cheek, And love to live in dimple @leek; Sport that wrincled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his @ides. Com, and trip it as ye go On the light fanta@tick toe, And in thy right hand lead with thee, The Mountain Nymph, @weet Liberty, And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crue To live with her, and live with thee, In umreproved plea@ures free; To hear the Lark begin his flight, And @inging @tartle the dull night, From his watch-towre in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth ri@e; Then to com in @pight of @orrow, And at my window bid good morrow, Through the Sweet-Briar, or the Vine, Or the twi@ted Eglantine. While the Cock with lively din, Scatters the rear of darknes thin, And to the @tack, or the Barn dore, Stoutly @truts his Dames before, Oft li@t'ning how the Hounds and horn, Chearly rou@e the @lumbring morn, From the @lide of @om Hoar Hill, Through the high wood echoing @hrill. Som time walking not un@een By Hedge-row Elms, on Hillocks green, Right again@t the Ea@tern gate, Wher the great Sun begins his @tate, Rob'd in flames, and Amber light, The clouds in thou@and Liveries diglits While the Plowman neer at hand, Whi@tles ore the Furrow'd Land, And the Milkmaid @ingeth blithe, And the Mower whets his @ithe, And every Shepherd tells his tale Under the Hawthorn in the dale. Streit mine eye hath caught new plea@ures Whil@t the Lantskip round it mea@ures, Ruffet Lawns, and Fallows Gray, Where the nibling flocks do @tray, Mountains on who@e barren bre@t The labouring clouds do often re@t: Meadows trim with Dai@ies pide, Shallow Brooks, and Rivers wide. Towers, and Battlements it @ees Boo@om'd high in tufted Trees, Wher perhaps @om beauty lies, The Cyno@ure of neighbouring eyes. Hard by, a Cottage chimney @mokes, From betwixt two aged Okes, Where <1Corydon>1 and <1Thyrfis>1 met, Are at their @avory dinner @et Of Hearbs, and other Country Me@@es, Which the neat-handed <1Phillis>1 dre@@es, And then in ha@te her Bowre @he leaves, With <1The@tylis>1 to bind the Sheaves; Or if the earlier @ea@on lead To the tann'd Haycock in the Mead, Som times with @ecure delight The up-land Hamlets will invite, When the merry Bells ring round, And the jocond rebecks found To many a youth, and many a maid, Dancing in the Chequer'd @hade; And young and old com forth to play On a Sun@hine Holyday, Till the live-long day-light fail, Then to the Spicy Nut-brown Ale, With @tories told of many a @eat, How <1Faery Mab>1 the junkets eat, She was pincht, and pull'd @he @ed, And he by Friars Lanthorn led Tells how the drudging <1Goblin>1 @wet, To ern his Cream-bowle duly @et, When in one night, ere glimps of morn, His @hadowy Flale hath tre@h'd the Corn That ten day labourers could not end, Then lies him down the LubbarFend. And @tretch'd out all the Chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy @trength; And Crop full out of dores he @lings, Ere the fir@t Cock his Mattin rings. Thus don the Tales, to bed they creep, By whi@pering Windes @oon lull'd a@leep. Towred Cities plea@e us then, And the bu@ie humm of men, Where throngs of Knights and Barons bold, In weeds of Peace high triumphs hold, With @tore of Ladies, who@e bright eies Rain influence, and judge the pri@e Of Wit, or Arms, while both contend To win her Grace, whom all commend. Ther let <1Hymen>1 oft appear In Saffron robe, with Taper clear, And pomp, and fea@t, and revelry, With mask, and antique Pageantry, Such @ights as youthfull Poets dream On Summer eeves by haunted @tream. Then to the well-trod @tage anon, If <1Jon@ons>1 learned Sock be on, Or @weete@t <1Shake@pear>1 fancies childe, Warble his natice Wood-notes wilde, And ever again@t eating Cares, Lap me in @oft <1Lydian>1 Aires, Married to immortal ver@e Such as the meeting @oul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of lincked @weetnes long drawn out, With wanton heed, ad giddy cunning. The melting voice through mazes running, Untwi@ting all the chains that ty The hidden @oul of harmony. That <1Orpheus>1 @elf may heave his head From golden @lumber on a bed Of heapt <1Ely@ian>1 flowres, and hear Such @treins as would have won the ear Of <1Pluto>1, to have quite @et free. His half regain'd <1Eurydice>1. The@e delights, if thou can@t give, Mirth with thee, I mean to live. 1.> HEnce vain deluding joyes, The brood of folly without father bred, How little you be@ted, Or fill the fixed mind with all your toyes Dwell in @om idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy @hapes po@@e@, As thick and numberle@s As the gay motes that people the Sun Beams, Or like@t hovering dreams The fickle Pen@ioners of <1Morpheus>1 train. But hail thou Goddes, @age and holy, Hail divine@t Melancholy, Who@e Saintly vi@age is too bright To hit the Sen@e of human @ight; And therfore to our weaker view, Ore laid with black @taid Wi@doms hue. Black, but @uch as in e@teem, Prince <1Memnons>1 @i@ter might be@eem, Or that Starr'd <1Ethiope>1 Queen that @trove To @et her beauties prai@e above The Sea Nymphs, and their powers offended. Yet thou art higher far de@cended, Thee bright hair'd <1Ve@ta>1 long of yore, To @olitary <1Saturn>1 bore; His daughter @he (in <1Saturns>1 raign, Such mixture was not held a @tain) Oft in glimmering Bowres, and glades He met her, and in @ecret @hades Of woody <1Ida's>1 inmo@t grove, While yet there was no fear of <1jove>1. Com pen@ive Nun, devout and pure, Sober, @tedfa@t, and demure, All in a robe of darke@t grain, Flowing with maje@tick train, And @able @tole of <1Cipres>1 Lawn, Over thy decent @houlders drawn. Com, but keep thy wonted @tate, With eev'n @tep, and mu@ing gate, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt @oul fitting in thine eyes: There held in holy pa@@ion @till, Forget thy @elf to Marble, till With a @ad Leaden downward ca@t, Thou fix them on the earth as fa@t. And joyn with thee calm Peace, and Quiet, Spare Fa@t, that oft with gods doth diet, And hears the Mu@es in a ring, Ay round about <1Joves>1 Altar @ing. And adde to the@e retired lea@ure, That in trim Gardens takes his plea@ure; But fir@t, and chiefe@t, with thee bring, Him that yon @oars on golden wing, Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, The Cherub Contemplation, And the mute Silence hi@t along. 'Le@s <1Philomel>1 will daign a Song. In her @weete@t, @adde@t plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While <1Cynthia>1 checks her Dragon yoke, Gently o're th'accu@ton'd Oke, Sweet Bird that @hunn'@t the noi@e of folly, Mo@t mu@icall, mo@t melancholy! Thee Chauntre@s oft the Woods among, I woo to hear thy eeven-Song, And mi@@ing thee, I walk un@een On the dry @mooth-@haven Green, To behold the wandring Moon, Riding neer her highe@t noon, Like one that had bin led a@tray Through the Heav'ns wide pathles way; And oft, as if her head @he bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft on a Plat of ri@ing ground, I hear the far-off <1Cur@eu>1 @ound, Over @om wide-water'd @hoar, Swinging flow with @ullen roar; Or if the Ayr will not permit, Som @till removed place will fit, Where glowing Embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all re@ort of mirth. Save the Cricket on the hearth, Or the Belmans drou@ie charm, To ble@s the dores from nightly harm Or let my Lamp at midnight hour, Be @een in @om high lonely Towr, Where I may oft out-watch the <1Bear>1, With thrice great <1Hermes>1, or un@phear The @pirit of <1Plato>1 to unfold What Worlds, or what va@t Regions hold The immortal mind that hath for@ook Her man@ion in this fle@hly nook: And of tho@e <1Damons>1 that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Who@e power hath a true con@ent With Planet, or with Element. Som time let Gorgeous Tragedy In Scepter'd Pall com @weeping by, Pre@enting <1Thebs>1, or <1Pelops>1 line, Or the tale of <1Troy>1 divine. Or what (though rare) of later age, Ennobled hath the Buskind @tage. But, O @ad Virgin, that thy power Might rai@e <1Mu@aus>1 from his bower, Or bid the @oul of <1Orpheus>1 @ing Such notes as warbled to the @tring. Drew Iron tears down <1Pluto's>1 cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did @eek. Or call up him that le@t half told The @tory of <1Cambu@oan>1 bold, Of <1Camball>1, and of <1Algar@i@e>1, And who had <1Canace>1 to wi@e, That own'd the vertuous Ring and Gla@s, And of the wondrous Hors of Bra@s, On which the <1Tartar>1 King did ride, And if ought els, great <1Bards>1 be@ide, In @age and @olemn tunes have @ung, Of Turneys and of Trophies hung; Of Fore@ts, and inchantments drear, Where more is meant then meets the ear, Thus night oft @ee me in thy pale career, Till civil @uited Morn appeer, Not trickt and frounc't as @he was wont, With the Attick Boy to hunt, But Cherchef't in a comly Cloud, While rocking Winds are Piping loud, Or u@her'd with a @hower @till, When the gu@t hath blown his fill, Ending on the ru@sling Leaves, With minute drops from off the Eaves. And when the Sun begins to @ling His @taring beams, me Goddes bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And @hadows brown that <1Sylvan>1 loves Of Pine, or monumental Oake, Where the rude Ax with heaved @troke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in clo@e covert by @om Brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from Day's gari@h eie, While the Bee with Honied thie, That at her flowry work doth @ing, And the Waters murmuring With @uch con@ort as they keep, Entice the dewy-feather'd Sleep; And let @om @trange my@terious dream, Wave at his Wings in Airy @tream, Of lively portrature di@play'd, Softly on my eye-lids laid. And as I wake, @weet mu@ick breath Above, about, or underneath, Sent by @om @pirit to mortals good, Or th'un@een Genius of the Wood. But let my due feet never fail, To walk the @tudious Cloy@ters pale. And love the high embowed Roof, With antick Pillars ma@@y proof, And @toried Windows richly dight, Ca@ting a dimm religious light. There let the pealing Organ blow, To the full voic'd Quire below, In Service high, and Anthems cleer, As may with @weetnes, through mine ear, Di@@olve me into exta@ies, And bring all Heav'n before mine eyes, And may at la@t my weary age Find out the peacefull hermitage, The Hairy Gown and Mo@@y Cell, Where I may @it and rightly @pell, Of every Star that Heav'n doth @hew, And every Herb that @ips the dew, Till old experience do attain To @omthing like Prophetic @train. The@e plea@ures <1Melancholy>1 give, And I with thee will choo@e to live. ---------------------------------------- 1.> O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy Spray Warbl'@t at eeve, when all the Woods are @till, Thou with fre@h hope the Lovers heart do@t fill, While the jolly hours lead on propitious <1Mays>1 Thy liquid notes that clo@e the eye of Day, Fir@t heard before the @hallow Cuccoo's bill Portend @ucce@s in love; O if <1Jove's>1 will Haye linkt that amorons power to thy @oft lay, Now timely @ing, ere the rude Bird of Hate Foretell my hopeles doom in @om Grove my: As thou from yeer to yeer ha@t @ung too late For my relief, yet had@t no rea@on why, Whether the Mu@e, or Love call thee his mate, Both them I @erve, and of their train am I. <1Donna leggiadra il cui bel nome honova>1 <1L'herbosa val di Rheno, e il nobil vazce>1, <1Ben e\ colui d'ogni valore @carco>1. <1Qual tuo @pirto gentil non innamora>1, <1Che dolcemente mo@tra @i di @uora>1. <1De @uoi atti @oavi giamai parco>1, <1E i don', che @on d'amor @aette ed arce>1. <1La onde l'alta sua virtu\ s'infiora>1 <1Quando tu haga parli, o lieta canti>1 <1Che mover po@@a duro alpe@tre legno>1, <1Guardi cia@cun a gli occbi, ed a gli oreccbi>1 <1L'entrata, chi di te @i truova indegno a>1 <1Gratia @ola di @u gli vaglia, inanti>1 <1Che'l di@io amoro@o al cuor s'inveccbi>1. <1Qual incolle a@pro, al imbrunir di @eta>1 <1L'avezza giovinetta pa@torella>1 <1Va bagnando l'herbetta @trana e bella>1 <1Che mal @i @pande a di@u@ata @pera>1 <1Fuor di @us natia alma primavera>1, <1Cof@i Amor meco in@u la lingua @nella>1 <1Desta il @ior novo di @tranis @avells>1, <1Mentro io di te, vezzo@amente altera>1, <1Camto, dal mio buon pepel non inte@o>1 <1E'l bel Tamigi cangio col bel Arno>1, <1Amor to vol@e, ed io a l'altrui pe@o>1 <1Seppich Amor co@a mai vol@e indarno>1, <1Deh! fo@sil mio cuor lento e'l duro @eno>1 <1A chi pianta dal ciel @i buon serreno>1. <1RIdon@i donne e giovani amoro@i>1 <1M'acco@tando@i attorno, e perche @crivi>1. <1Perche tu @crivi in lingua ignota e @trana>1 <1Ver@eggiando d'amor, e come t'o@i>1? <1Dinne, @e la tus @peme @ia mai vana>1, <1E de pen@ieri lo miglior t'arrivi>1. <1Co@a mi van burlando, altri rivi>1 <1Altri lidi s'a@pettan, & altre onde>1 <1Nelle cui verdi @ponde>1 <1Spuntati ad hor, ad hor a la tua chioma>1 <1L'immortal guiderdon d'eterne frondi>1 <1Perche alle @palle tue @overchia @oma>1? <1Canzon dirotti, e tu per me ri@pondi>1 <1Dicc mi@ Donna, e'l @ue dir, e\ il mio cuore>1 <1Que@ta e\ lir gua di cui @i vanta Amore>1. <1Diodati, ete'l diro\ con maraviglia>1, <1Quel ritro@o io ch'amor @preggiar @ole/a>1 <1E de @uoi lacci @pe@@o mi ridca>1 <1Gia caddi, ov'huom dabben talhor s'impiglia>1, <1Ne treccie d'oro, ne guancia vermiglia>1 <1M'abbaglian si\, ma @otto nova idea>1 <1Pettegrina bellezza che'l cuor bea>1, <1Portamenti alti hone@ti, e nelle ciglia>1 <1Quel @ereno fulgor d'amabil nero>1, <1Parole adorne di lingua piu d'una>1, <1E'l cantar che di mezzo l'hemi@pero>1 <1Traviar ben puo\ la fatico@a Luna>1, <1E degli occhi @uoi auventa @i gran fuoco>1 <1Che l'incerar gli orcchi mi @ia peco>1. <1Per certo i bei vo@tr'occhi Donna mia>1 <1E@@er non puo che non @ian lo mio @ole>1 <1Si mi percuoton forte, come ei @uole>1 <1Per l'arene di Libia chi s'invia>1, <1Mentre un caldo vapor (ne @ents pria)>1 <1Da quel lato @i @pinge ove mi duole>1, <1Che for@e amanti nelle lor parole>1 <1Chiaman @o@pir; io non @o che @i @ia>1: <1Parte rinchiu@a, e turbida @i cela>1 <1Sco@@o mi il petto, e poi n'u@cendo poco>1 <1Quivi d'attorno o s'agghiaccia, o s'ingiels)>1 <1Ma quanto a gli occhi giunge a trovar loco>1 <1Tutte le notti a me @uol far piovo@e>1 <1Finche mia Alba rivien colma di ro@e>1 <1Giovane piano, e @emplicetto amante>1 <1Poi che fuggir me @te@@o in dubbio @ome>1, <1Maddona a voi del mio cuor l'bumil dono>1 <1Faro\ divoto; io certo a prove tante>1 <1L'hebbi fedele, intrepido, co@tante>1, <1De pen@ieri leggiadro, accorto, e buone>1; <1Quando rugge il gran mondo, e @cocca il tuono>1, <1S'arma di @e, e d'intero diamante>1, <1Tanto del for@e, e d'invidia @icuro>1, <1Di timori, e @peranze al popol u@e>1 <1Quanto d'ingegno, e d'alte valor vago>1, <1E di cera @onora, e delle mu@es>1 <1Sol troverete in tal parte men duro>1 <1Oue Amor mi@e l'in@anabil ago>1. How @oon hath Time the @uttle theef of youth, Stoln on his wing my three and twentith yeer! My ha@ting dayes flie on with full career, But my late @pring no bud or blo@@om @hew'th. Perhaps my @emblance might deceive the truth, That I to manhood am arriv'd @o near, And inward ripenes doth mugh le@s appear, That @om more timely-happy @pirits indu'th. Yet be it le@s or more, or @oon or @low, It @hall be @till in @tricte@t mea@ure eev'n, To that @ame lot, however mean, or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heav'n; All is, if I have grace to u@e it @o, As ever in my great task Ma@ters eye. Captain or Colonel, or Knight in Arms, Who@e chance on the@e defencele@s dores may @ea@e, If ever deed of honour did thee plea@e, Guard them, and him within protect from harms, He can requite thee, for he knows the charms That call Fame on @uch gentle acts as the@e, And he can @pred thy Name o're Lands and Seas, What ever clime the Suns bright circle warms. Lift not thy @pear again@t the Mu@es Bowre, The great <1Ematbian>1 Conqueror bid @pare The hou@e of <1Pindarus>1, when Temple and Towre Went to the ground: And the repeated air Of @ad <1Electra's>1 Poet had the power To @aveth' <1Athenian>1 Walls from ruine bare. Lady that in the prime of earlie@t youth, Wi@ely ha@t @hun'd the broad way and the green, And with tho@e few art eminently @een, That labour up the Hill or heav'nly Truth, The better part with <1Mary>1, and the <1Ruth>1, Cho@en thou ha@t, and they that overween, And at thy growing vertues fret their @pleen, No anger find in thee, but pity and ruth. Thy care is fixt, and zealou@ly attends To fill thy odorous Lamp with deeds of light, And Hope that reaps not @hame. Therefore be @ure Thou, when the Bridegroom with hs fea@tfull friends Pa@@es to bli@s at the mid hour of night, Ha@t gain'd thy entrance, Virgin wi@e and pure. Daughter to that good Earl, once Pre@ident Of <1Englands>1 Coun@el, and her Trea@ury, Who liv'd in both, un@tain'd with gold or @ee, And left them both, more in him@elf content, Till the @ad breaking of that Parlament Broke him, as that di@hone@t victory At <1Charonca>1, fatal to liberty Kil'd with report that Old man eloquent, Though later born, then to have known the dayes Wherin your Father flouri@ht, yet by you Madam, me thinks I @ee him living yet; So well your words his noble vertues praise, That all both judge you to relate them true, And to po@@e@ them, Honour'd <1Margaret>1. ------------------------------------------------- 1.> 1.> LOok Nymphs, and Shepherds look, What @udden blaze of maje@ty Is that which we from hence de@cry Too divine to be mi@took: This this is @he To whom our vows and wi@hes bend, Heer our @olemn @earch hath end. <1Fame>1 that her high worth to rai@e, Seem'd er@t @o lavi@h and profu@e, We may ju@tly now accu@e Of detraction from her prai@e, Le@s then half we find expre@t, <1Envy>1, bid conceal the re@t. Mark what radiant @tate @he @preds, In circle round her @hining throne, Shooting her beams like @ilver threds, This this is @he alone, Sitting like a Goddes bright, In the center of her light. Might @he the wi@e <1Laton@>1 be, Or the towred <1Cybele>1, Mother of a hunderd gods; <1Juno>1 dare's not give her odds, Who had thought this clime had held A deity @o unparalel'd? <1GEn>1. Stay gentle Swains, for though in this di@gui@e, I see bright honour @parkle through your eyes, Of famous <1Arcady>1 ye are, and @prung Of that renowned flood, @o often @ung, Divine <1Alpheus>1, who by @ecret flu@e, Stole under Seas to meet his <1Arethu@e>1; And ye the breathing Ro@es of the Wood, Fair @ilver-buskind Nymphs as great and good, I know this que@t of yours, and free intent Was all in honour and devotion ment To the great Mi@tres of yon princely @hrine, Whom with low reverence I adore as mine, And with all helpful @ervice will comply To further th's nights glad @olemnity; And lead ye where ye may more neer behold What @hallow-@earching <1Fame>1 hath left untold, Which I full oft amid@t the@e @hades alone Have fate to wonder at, and gaze upon: For know by lot from <1Jove>1 I am the powr Of this fair Wood, and live in Oak'n bowr, To nur@e the Saplings tall, and curl the grove With Ringlets quaint, and wanton windings wove. And all my Plants I @ave from nightly ill, Of noi@om winds, and bla@ting vapours chill. And from the Boughs bru@h off the evil dew, And heal the harms of thwarting thunder blew, Or what the cro@s dire-looking Planet @mites, Or hurtfull Worm with cankerd venom bites. When Eev'ning gray doth ri@e, I fetch my round Over the mount, and all this hallow'd ground, And early ere the odorous breath of morn Awakes the slumbring leaves, or ta@@eld horn Shakes the high thicket, ha@te I all about, Number my ranks, and vi@it every @prout With pui@@ant words, and murmurs made to ble@s, But els in deep of night when drow@ines Hath lockt up mortal @en@e, then li@ten I To the cele@tial <1Sirens>1 harmony, That @it upon the nine enfolded Sphears, And @ing to tho@e that hold the vital @hears, And turn the Adamantine @pindle round, On which the fate of gods and men is wound. Such @weet compul@ion doth in mu@ick ly, To lull the daughters of <1Nece@@ity>1, And keep un@teddy Nature to her law, And the low world in mea@ur'd motion draw After the heavenly tune, which none can hear Of human mould with gro@@e unpurged ear, And yet @uch mu@ick worthie@t were to blaze The peerles height of her immortal prai@e, Who@e lu@tre leads us, and for her mo@t fit, If my inferior hand or voice could hit Inimitable @ounds, yet as we go, What ere the skill of le@@er gods can @how, I will a@@ay, her worth to celebrate, And @o attend ye toward her glittering @tate; Where ye may all that are of noble @temm Approach, and ki@s her @acred ve@tures hemm. 1.> O'Re the @mooth enameld green Where no print of @tep hath been, Follow me as I @ing, And touch the warbled @tring. Under the @hady roof Of branching Elm Star-proof. Follow me, I will bring you where @he @its, Clad in @plendor as be@its Her deity. Such a rural Queen All <1Arcadia>1 hath not @een. 1.> NYmphs and Shepherds dance no more By @andy <1Ladons>1 Lillied banks. On old <1Lycaus>1 or <1Cyllene>1 hoar, Trip no more in twilight ranks, Though <1Erymanth>1 your lo@s deplore, A better @oyl @hall give ye thanks. From the @tony <1Manalus>1, Bring your Flocks, and live with us, Here ye @hall have greater grace, To @erve the Lady of this place. Though <1Syrinx>1 your <1Pans>1 Mi@tres were, Yet <1Syrinx>1 well might wait on her, Such a rural Queen All <1Arcadia>1 hath not @een. ----------------------------------------------- 1.> YEt once more, O ye Laurels, and once more Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never fear, I com to pluck your Berries har@h and crude, And with fore'd fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter con@traint, and @ad occa@ion dear, Compels me to di@turb your @ea@on due: For <1Lycidas>1 is dead, dead ere his prime Yong <1Lycidas>1, and hath not left his peer: Who would not @ing for <1Lycidas>1? he knew Him@elf to @ing, and build the lofty rhyme. He mu@t not @lote upon his watry bear Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of @om melodious tear. Begin then, Si@ters of the @acred well, That from beneath the @eat of <1Jove>1 doth @pring, Begin, and @omwhat loudly @weep the @ting. Hence with denial vain, and coy excu@e, So may @om gentle Mu@e With lucky words favour my de@lin'd Urn, And as he pa@@es turn, And bid fair peace be to my fable @hrowd, For we were nur@t upon the @elf-@ame hill, Fed the @ame flock, by fountain, @hade, and rill. Together both, ere the high Lawns appear'd Under the opening eye-lids of the morn, We drove a field, and both together heard What time the Gray-fly winds her @ultry horn, Batt'ning our flocks with the fre@h dews of night, Oft till the Star that ro@e, at Ev'ning, bright Toward Heav'ns de@cent had flop'd his we@tering wheel. Mean while the Rural ditties were not mute, Temper'd to th'Oaten Flute, Rough <1Satyrs>1 danc'd, and <1Fauns>1 with clov'n heel, From the glad @ound would not be ab@ent long, And old <1Damatos>1 lov'd to hear our @ong. But O the heavy change, now thou art gon, Now thou art gon, and never mu@t return! Thee Shepherd, thee the Woods, and de@ert Caves, With wilde Thyme and the gadding Vine o'regrown, And all their echoes mourn. The Willows, and the Hazle Cop@es green, Shall now no more be @een, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy @oft layes. As killing as the Canker to the Ro@e, Or Taint-worm to the weanling Herds that graze, Or Fro@t to Flowers, that their gay wardrop wear, When fir@t the White thorn blows; Such, <1Lycidas>1, thy lo@s to Shepherds ear. Where were ye Nymphs when the remor@ele@s deep Clos'd o're the head of your lov'd <1Lycidas>1? For neither were ye playing on the @teep, Where your old <1Bards>1, the famous <1Druids>1 ly, Nor on the @haggy top of <1Mona>1 high, Nor yet where <1Deva>1 @preads her wi@ard @tream: Ay me, I fondly dream! Had ye bin there-for what could that have don What could the Mu@e her @elf that <1Orpheus>1 bore, The Mu@e her @elf, for her inchanting @on Whom Univer@al nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His goary vi@age down the @tream was @ent, Down the @wift <1Hebrus>1 to the <1Lesbian>1 @hore. Alas! What boots it with unce@@ant care To tend the homely flighted Shepherds trade, And @trictly meditate the thankles Mu@e, Were it not better don as others u@e, To @port with <1Amaryllis>1 in the @hade, Or with the tangles of <1Neara's>1 hair? <1Fame>1 is the @pur that the clear @pirit doth rai@e (That la@t infirmity of Noble mind) To @corn delights, and live laborious dayes, But the fair Guerdon when we hope to find, And think to bur@t out into @udden blaze, Comes the blind <1Fury>1 with th'abhorred @hears, And flites the thin @pun life. But not the prai@e, <1Phoebus>1 repli'd, and touch'd my trembling ears; <1Fame>1 is no plant that grows on mortal @oil, Nor in the gli@tering @oil Set off to th'world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and @preds alo@t by tho@e pure eyes, And perfect witnes of all judging <1Jove>1; As he pronounces la@tly on each deed, Of @o much fame in Heav'n expect thy meed. O Fountain <1Aretbu@e>1, and thou honour'd @loud, Smooth-@liding <1Mincius>1, crown'd with vocall reeds, That @train I heard was of a higher mood: But now my Oate proceeds, And li@tens to the Herald of the Sea That came in <1Neptune's>1 plea, He ask'd the Waves, and ask'd the Fellon winds, What hard mi@hap hath doom'd this gentle @wain? And que@tion'd every gu@t of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked Promontory, They knew not of his @tory, And @age <1Hippotades>1 their an@wer brings, That not a bla@t was from his dungeon @tray'd, The Ayr was calm, and on the level brine, Sleek <1Panope>1 with all her @i@ters play'd. It was that fatall and per@idious Bark Built in th'eclip@e, and rigg'd with cur@es dark, That @unk @o low that @acred head of thine. Next <1Camus>1, reverend Sire, went footing @low, His Mantle hairy, and his Bonnet @edge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that @anguine flower in@crib'd with woe. Ah! Who hath re@t (quoth he) my deare@t pledge? La@t came, and la@t did go, The Pilot of the <1Galilean>1 lake, Two ma@@y Keyes he bore of metals twain, (The Golden opes, the Iron @huts amain) He @hook his Miter'd locks, and @tern be@pake, How well could I have @par'd for thee young @wain. A now of @uch as for their bellies @ake, Creep and intrude, and climb into the fold? Of other care they little reck'ning make, Then how to @cramble at the @hearers fea@t, And @hove away the worthy bidden gue@t. Blind mouthes! that @carce them@elves know how to hold A Sheep-hook, or have learn'd ought els the lea@t That to the faithfull Heardmans art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are @ped; And when they li@t, their lean and fla@hy @ongs Grate on their @crannel Pipes of wretched @traw, The hungry Sheep look up, and are not fed, But @woln with wind, and the rank mi@t they draw, Rot inwardly, and @oul contagion @pread: Be@ides what the grim Woolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing @ed, But that two-handed engine at the door, Stands ready to @mite once, and @mite no more. Return <1Alpheus>1, the dread voice is pa@t, That @hrunk thy @treams; Return <1Sicillian>1 Mu@e, And call the Vales, and bid them hither ca@t Their Bels, and Flourets of a thou@and hues. Ye valleys low where the milde whi@pers u@e, Of @hades and wanton winds, and gu@hing brooks, On who@e fre@h lap the @wart Star @parely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enameld eyes, That on the green ter@ @uck the honied @howres, And purple all the ground with vernal flowres. Bring the rathe Primro@e that for@aken dies. The tufted Crow-toe, and pale Go@@amine, The white Pink, and the Pan@ie freakt with jeat, The glowing Violet. The Musk-ro@e, and the well attir'd Woodbine, With Cow@lips wan that hang the pen@ive hed, And every flower that @ad embroidery wears: Bid <1Amaranthus>1 all his beauty @hed, And Daffadillies fill their cups with tears, To @trew the Laureat Her@e where <1Lycid>1 lies. For @o to interpo@e a little ea@e, Let our frail thoughts dally with fal@e furmi@e. Ay me! Whil@t thee the @hores, and @ounding Seas Wa@h far away, where ere thy bones are hurld, Whether beyond the @tormy <1Hebrides>1, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Vi@it'@t the bottom of the mon@trous world; Or whether thou to our moi@t vows deny'd, Sleep'@t by the fable of <1Bellerus>1 old, Where the great vi@ion of the guarded Mount Looks toward <1Namancos>1 and <1Bayona's>1 hold; Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth. And, O ye <1Dolphins>1, wa@t the haples youth. Weep no more, wo@ul Shepherds weep no more, For <1Lycidas>1 your @orrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watry floar, So @inks the day @tar in the Ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new @pangled Ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky: So <1Lycidas>1 @unk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of him that walk'd the waves Where other groves, and other @treams along, With <1Nectar>1 pure his oozy Lock's he laves, And hears the unexpre@@ive nuptiall Song, In the ble@t Kingdoms meck of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In @olemn troops, and @weet Societies That @ing, and @inging in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now <1Lycidas>1 the Shepherds weep no more; Hence forth thou art the Genius of the @hore, In thy large recompen@e, and @halt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood. Thus @ang the uncouth Swain to th'Okes and rills, While the @till morn went out with Sandals gray, He touch'd the tender @tops of various Quills, With eager thought warbling his <1Dorick>1 lay: And now the Sun had @treth'd out all the hills, And now was dropt into the We@tern bay; At la@t he ro@e, and twitch'd his Mantle blew: To morrow to fre@h Woods, and Pa@tures new. ------------------------------------------------- BEfore the @tarry thre@hold of <1Joves>1 Court My man@ion is, where tho@e immortal @hapes Of bright ae%real Spirits live in@phear'd In Regions milde of calm and @erene Ayr, Above the @moak and @tirr of this dim @pot, Which men call Earth, and with low-thoughted care Confin'd, and pe@ter'd in this pin-fold here, Strive to keep up a frail, and Feaveri@h being Unmindfull of the crown that Vertue gives After this mortal change, to her true Servants Among@t the enthron'd gods on Sainted @eats, Yet @om there be that by due @teps a@pire To lay their ju@t hands on that Golden Key Thatope's the Palace of Eternity: To @nch my errand is, and but for @uch, I would not @oil the@e pure Ambro@ial weeds, With the rank vapours of this Sin-worn mould. But to my task. <1Neptune>1 be@ides the @way Of every @alt Flood, and each ebbing Stream, Took in by lot 'twixt high, and neather <1Jove>1, Imperial rule of all the Sea girt Iles That like to rich, and various gemms inlay The unadorned boo@om of the Deep, Which he to grace his tributary gods By cour@e commits to @everall government, And gives them leave to wear their Saphire crowns, And weild their little tridents, but this Ile The greate@t, and the be@t of all the main He quarters to his blu-hair'd deities, And all this tract that front the falling Sun A noble Peer of mickle tru@t, and power Has in his charge, with temper'd awe to guide An old, and haughty Nation proud in Arms: Where his fair off-@pring nurst in Princely lore, Are coming to attend their Fathers @tate, And new-entru@ted Scepter, but their way Lies through the perplex't paths of this drear Wood, The nodding horror of who@e @hady brows Threats the forlorn and wandring Pa@@inger. And here their tender age might @uffer perill, But that by quick command from Soveran <1Jove>1 I was di@pacht for their defence, and guard; And liften why, for I will tell ye now What never yet was heard in Tale or Song From old, or modern Bard in Hall, or Bowr. <1Baccbus>1 that fir@t from out the purple Grape, Cru@h't the @weet poy@on of mi@-u@ed Wine After the <1Tu@can>1 Mariners transform'd Coa@ting the <1Tyrrhene>1 @hore, as the winds lifted, On <1Circes>1 Iland fell (who knows not <1Circe>1 The daughter of the Sun? Who@e charmed Cup Whoever tafted, lo@t his upright @hape, And downward fell into a groveling Swine) This Nymph that gaz'd upon his clu@tring locks, With Ivy berries wreath'd, and his blithe youth, Had by him, ere he parted thence, a Son Much like his Father, but his Mother more, Whom therfore @he brought up and <1Comus>1 nam'd, Who ripe, and frolick of his full grown age, Roaving the <1Celsick>1, and <1Iberian>1 fields, At la@t betakes him to this ominous Wood, And in thick @helter of black @hades imbowr'd, Excells hi Mother at her mighty Art, Offring to every weary Travailer, His orient liquor in a Cry@tal Gla@@e, To quench the drouth of <1Phoebus>1, which as they ta@te (For mo@t do ta@te through fond intemperate thri@t) Soon as the Potion works, their human count'nance, Th'expre@s re@emblance of the gods, is chang'd Into @om bruti@h form of Woolf, or Bear, Or Ounce, or Tiger, Hog, or bearded Goat, All other parts remaining as they were, And they, @o perfect is their mi@ery, Not once perceive their @oul disfigurement, But boa@t them@elves more comely then before And all their friends, and native home forget To roule with plea@ure in a @en@ual @tie. Therfore when any favour'd of high <1Jove>1, Chances to pa@@e through this adventrous glade, Swift as the Sparkle of a glancing Star, I @hoot from Heav'n to give him @afe convoy, As now I do: But fir@t I mu@t put off The@e my skierobes @pun out of <1Iris>1 Wooff, And take the Weeds and likenes of a Swain, That to the @ervice of this hou@e belongs, Who with his @oft Pipe, and @mooth-dittied Song. Well knows to @till the wilde winds when they roar, And hu@h the waving Woods, nor of le@@e faith, And in this office of his Mountain watch, Likelie@t, and neere@t to the pre@ent ayd Of this occa@ion. But I hear the tread Of hatefull @teps, I mu@t be viewles now. Comus <1enters with a Charming Rod in one hand>1, <1his Gla@s in the other, with him a rout of Mon>1- <1@ters headed like @undry @orts of wilde Bea@ts>1, <1but otherwi@e like Men and Women, their Ap>1- <1parel glistring, they com in making a riotous>1 <1and unruly noi@e, with Torches in their hands>1. <1Comus>1. The Star that bids the Shepherd fold, Now the top of Heav'n doth hold, And the gilded Car of Day, His glowing Axle doth allay In the @teep <1Atlentick>1 @tream, And the @lope Sun his upward beam Shoots again@t the dusky Pole, Pacing toward the other gole Of his Chamber in the Ea@t. Mean while welcom Joy, and Fea@t, Midnight @hout, and revelry, Tip@ie dance, and Jollity. Braid your Locks with ro@ie Twine Dropping odours, dropping Wine Rigor now is gon to bed, And Advice with @crupulous head, Strict Age, and @owre Severity, With their grave Saws in @lumber ly. We that are of purer fire Imitate the Starry Quire, Who in their nightly watchfull Sphears, Lead in @wift round the Months and Years. The Sounds, and Seas with all their @inny drove Now to the Moon in wavering Morrice move, And on the Tawny Sands and Shelves, Trip the pert Fairies and the dapper Elves; By dimpled Brook, and Fountain brim, The Wood-Nymphs deckt with Dai@ies trim, Their merry wakes and pa@times keep: What hath night to do with @leep? Night hath better @weets to prove, <1Venus>1 now wakes, and wak'ns Love. Com let us our rights begin, Tis onely day light that makes Sin Which the@e dun @hades will ne're report. Hail Godde@@e of Nocturnal @port Dark vaild <1Cotytto>1, t'whom the @ecret flame Of mid-night Torches burns; my@terious Dame That ne're art call'd, but when the Dragon woom Of Stygian darknes @pets her thicke@t gloom, And makes one blot of all the ayr, Stay thy cloudy Ebon chair, Wherin thou rid'@t with <1Hecat>1, and befriend Us thy vow'd Prie@ts, till utmo@t end Of all thy due be done, and none left out, Ere the blabbing Ea@tern @cout, The nice Morn on th'<1Indian>1 @teep From her cabin'd loop hole peep, And to the tel-tale sun di@cry Our conceal'd Solemnity. Com, knit hands, and beat the ground, In a light fanta@tick round. 1.> Break off, break off, I feel the different pace, Of @om cha@t @ooting neer about this ground, Run to your @hrouds, within the@e Brakes and Trees, Our number may affright: Som Virgin @ure (For @o can di@tingui@h by mine Art) Benighted in the@e Woods. Now to my charms, And to my wily trains, I @hall e're long Be well @tock't with as fair a herd as graz'd About my Mother <1Circe>1. Thus I hurl My dazling Spells into the @pungy ayr, Of power to cheat the eye with blear illu@ion, And give it fal@e pre@entments, le@t the place And my quaint breed a@toni@hment, And put the Dam@el to @u@picious flight, Which mu@t not be, for that's again@t my cour@e; I under fair pretence of friendly ends, And well plac't words of glozing courte@ie Baited with rea@ns not unplau@ible Wind me into the ea@ie-hearted man, And hugg him into @nares. When once her eye Hath met the vertue of this Magick du@t, I @hall appear @om harmle@ Villager Whom thri@t keeps up about his Country gear, But here @he comes, I fairly @tep a@ide And hearken, If I may, her bu@ines here, 1.> This way the noi@e was, if mine ear be true, My be@t guide now, me thought it was the found Of Riot, and ill manag'd Merriment, Such as the jocond Flute, or game@om Pipe Stirs up among the loo@e unleter'd Hinds, When for their teeming Flocks, and granges full In wanton dance they prai@e the bounteous <1Pan>1, And thank the gods ami@s. I @hould be loath To meet the rudene@@e, and @will'd in@olence Of @uch late Wa@@ailers; yet O where els Shall I inform my unacquainted feet In the blind mazes of this tangl'd Wood? My Brothers when they @aw me wearied out With this long way, re@olving here to lodge Under the @preading favour of the@e Pines, Stept as they fe'd to the next Thicket @ide To bring me Berries, or @uch cooling fruit As the kind ho@pitable Woods provide. They left me then, when the gray-hooded Hev'n Like a @ad Votari@t in Palmers weed Ro@e from the hindmo@t wheels of <1Phoebus>1 wain. But where they are, and why they came not back, Is now the labour of my thoughts, 'tis likelie@t They had ingag'd their wandring @teps too far, And envious darknes, e're they could return, Had @tole them from me, els O theevi@h Night Why @hould@t thou, but for @om fellonious end, In thy dark lantern thus clo@e up the Stars, That nature hung in Heav'n, and fill'd their Lamps With everla@ting oil, to give due light To the mi@led and lonely Travailer? This is the place, as well as I may gue@s, Whence eev'n now the tumult of loud Mirth Was ri@e, and perfect in my li@t'ning ear, Yet nought but @ingle darknes do I find. What might this be? A thou@and fanta@ies Begin to throng into my memory Of calling @hapes, and beckning @hadows dire, And airy tongues, that @yllable mens names On Sands, and Shoars, and de@ert Wilderne@@es. The@e thoughts may @tartle well, but not a@tround The vertuous mind, that ever walks attended By a @trong @iding champion Con@cience.----- O welcom pure ey'd Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering Angel girt with golden wings, And thou unblemi@h't form of Cha@tity, I @ee ye vi@ibly, and now beleeve That he, the Supreme good, t'whom all things ill Are but as @lavi@h officers of vengeance, Would @end a gli@tring Guardian if need were To keep my life and honour unaffail'd. Was I deceiv'd, or did a @able cloud Turn forth her @ilver lining on the night? I did not err, there does a @ible cloud Turn forth her @ilver lining on the night, And ca@ts a gleam over this tufted Grove. I cannot hallow to my Brothers, but Such noi@e as I can make to be heard farthe@t Ile venter, for my new enliv'nd @pirits Prompt me, and they perhaps are not far off. 1.> <1Sweet Echo, @weete@t Nymph that liv'@t un@een>1 <1Within thy airy @hell>1 <1By @low>1 Meander's <1margent green>1, <1And in the violet imbroider'd vale>1 <1Where the love-lorn Nightingale>1 <1Nightly to thee ber @ad Song mourneth well>1. <1Can@t thou not tell me of a gentle Pair>1 <1Com.>1 Can any mortal mixture of Earths mould Breath @uch Divine inchanting ravi@hment? Sure @omthing holy lodges in that bre@t, And with the@e raptures moves the vocal air How @weetly did they float upon the wings Of @ilence, through the empty-vaulted night At every fall @moothing the Raven doune Of darknes till it @mil'd: I have oft heard My Mother <1Circe>1 with the Sirens three, Amidst the flowry-kirtl'd <1Naiades>1 Culling their Potent hearbs, and balefull drugs, Who as they @ung, would take the pri@on'd @oul, And lap it in <1Ely@ium, Scylla>1 wept, And chid her barking waves into attention, But @uch a @acred, and home felt delight, Such @ober certainty of waking bli@s I never heard till now. Ile @peak to her And @he @hall be my Queen. Hail forren wonder Whom certain the@e rough @hades did never breed Unle@@e the Goddes that in rurall @hrine Dwell'@t here with @Pan@, or @Silvan@, by blest Song Forbidding every bleak unkindly Fog To touch the pro@perous growth of this tall Wood. <1La>1. Nay gentle Shepherd ill is lo@t that praise That is addre@t to unattending Ears, Not any boa@t of skill, but extreme @hift How to regain my @ever'd company Compell'd me to awake to courteous Echo To give me an@wer from her mo@@ie Couch. <1Co>1. What chance good Lady hath bereft you thus? <1La>1. Dim darknes, and this leavy Labyrinth. <1Co>1. ld that divide you t me weary on a gra@@ie terf. <1Co>1. By fal@hood, or di@courte@ie, or why? <1La>1. To @eek i'th vally @om cool friendly Spring. <1Co>1. And left your fair @ide all unguarded Lady? <1La>1. They were but twain, and purpos'd quick return. <1Co>1. Perhaps fore-@talling night prevented them. <1La>1. How ca@ic my misfortune is to hit! <1Co>1. Imports their lo@s, be@ide the pre@ent need? <1La.>1 No le@s then if I @hould my brothers loo@e. <1Co>1. Were they of manly prime, or youthful bloom? <1La>1. As @mooth as <1Hebe's>1 their unrazor'd lips. <1Co>1. Two @uch I @aw, what time the labour'd Oxe In his loo@e traces from the furrow came, And the @wink't hedger at his Supper @ate; I @aw them under a green mantling vine That crawls along the @ide of yon @mall hill, Plucking ripe clu@ters from the tender @hoots, Their port was more then human, as they @tood; I took it for a @acry vi@ion Of @om gay creatures of the element That in the colours of the Rainbow live And play i'th plighted clouds. I was aw-@trook, And as I past, I wor@hipt; if tho@e you @eek It were a journey like the path to Heav'n, To help you find them. <1La>1. Gentle villager What readie@t way would bring me to that place? <1Co>1. Due well it ri@es from this @hrubby point. <1La>1. To find out that, good Shepherd, I @uppo@e, In @uch a @cant allowance of Star-light, Would overtask the best Land-Pilots art, Without the @ure gue@s of well-practiz'd @eet. <1Co>1. I know each lane, and every alley green Dingle, or bu@hy dell of this wilde Wood, And every bosky bourn from @ide to @ide My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood, And if your @tray attendance be yet lodg'd, Or @hroud within the@e limits, I @hall know Ere morrow wake, or the low roo@ted lark From her thach't pallat row@e, if otherwi@e I can conduct you Lady to a low But loyal cottage, where you may be @afe Till further que@t. <1La>1. Shepherd I take thy word, And tru@t thy hone@t offer'd courte@ie, Which oft is @ooner found in lowly @heds With @moaky rafters, then in tapstry Halls And Courts of Princes, where it fir@t was nam'd, And yet is mo@t pretended: In a place Le@s warranted then this, or le@s @ecure I cannot be, that I @hould fear to change it, Eie me ble@t Providence, and @quare my triall To my proportion'd @trength. Shepherd lead on. <1The two Brothers>1. <1Eld. Bro.>1 Unmuffle ye faint@tars, and thou fair Moon That wont@t to love the travailers benizon, Stoop thy pale vi@age through an amber cloud, And di@inherit <1Chaos>1, that raigns here In double night of darknes, and of @hades; Or if your influence be quite damm'd up With black u@urping mi@ts, @om gentle taper Though a ru@h Candle from the wicker hole Of @om clay habitation vi@it us With thy long levell'd rule of @treaming light, And thou @halt be our @tar of @Arcady@, Or <1Tyrian>1 Cyno@ure. 2 <1Bro.>1 Or if our eyes Be barr'd that happines, might we but hear The folded flocks pen'd in their watled cotes, Or @ound of pa@toral reed with oaten @tops, Or whi@tle from the Lodge, or village cock Count the night watches to his feathery Dames, T'would be @orn @olace yet, @orn little chearing In this clo@e dungeon of innumerous bowes. But O that haples virgin our lo@t @i@ter Where may @he wander now, whether betake her From the chill dew, among@t rude burrs and thi@tles? Perhaps @om cold bank is her boul@ter now Or 'gain@t the rugged bark of @om broad Elm Leans her unpillow'd head fraught with @ad fears. What if in wild amazement, and affright, Or while we @peak within the direfull gra@p Of Savage hunger, or of Savage heat <1Eld. Bro.>1 Peace brother, be not over-exqui@ite To ca@t the fa@hion of uncertain evils; For grant they be @o, while they re@t unknown, What need a man fore@tall his date of grief, And run to meet what he would mo@t avoid? Or if they be but fal@e alarms of Fear, How bitter is @uch @elf-delu@ion? I do not think my @i@ter @o to @eek, Or @o unprincipl'd in vertues book, And the @weet peace that goodnes boo@oms ever, As that @ingle want of light and noi@e (Not being in danger, as I trust @he is not) Could @tir the con@tant mood of her calm thoughts, And put them into mi@-becoming plight. Vertue could @ee to do what vertue would By her own radiant light, though Sun and Moon Were in the flat Sea @unk. And Wi@doms @elf Oft @eeks to @weet retired Solitude, Where with her be@t nur@e Contemplation She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings That in the various bus@le of re@ort Were all to ruffl'd, and @omtimes impair'd. He that has light within his own cleer bre@t May @it i'th center, and enjoy bright day, But he that hides a dark @oul, and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day Sun; Him@elf is his own dungeon. 2. <1Bro.>1 Tis mo@t true That mu@ing meditation mo@t affects The Pen@ive @ecrecy of de@ert cell, Far from the cheerfull haunt of men, and herds, And @its as @a@e as in a Senat hou@e, For who would rob a Hermit of his Weeds, His few Books, or his Beads, or Maple Di@h, Or do his gray hairs any violence? But beauty like the fair He@perian Tree Laden with blooming gold, had need the guard Of dragon watch with uninchanted eye, To @ave her blo@@oms, and defend her fruit From the ra@h hand of bold Incontinence. You may as well @pred out the un@un'd heaps Of Mi@ers trea@ure by an out-laws den, And tell me it is @afe, as bid me hope Danger will wink on Opportunity, And let a @ingle helple@s maiden pa@s Uninjur'd in this wilde @urrounding wa@t. Of night, or loneliness it recks me not, I fear the dred events that dog them both, Le@t @om ill greeting touch attempt the per@on Of our unowned @i@ter. <1Eld. Bro.>1 I do not, brother, Inferr, as if I thought my @i@ters @tate Secure without all doubt, or controver@ie: Yet where an equall poi@e of hope and fear Does arbitrate th'event, my nature is That I encline to hope, rather then fear, And gladly bani@h @quint @u@picion. My @i@ter is not @o defencele@s left As you imagine, @he has a hidden @trength Which you remember not. 2. <1Bro.>1 What hidden @trength, Unle@s the @trength of Heav'n, if you mean that? <1Eld. Bro.>1 I mean that too, but yet a hidden @trength Which if Heav'n gave it, may be term'd her own: 'Tis cha@tity, my brother, cha@tity: She that has that, is clad in compleat @teel, And like a quiver'd Nymph with Arrows keen May trace huge Fore@ts, and unharbour'd Heaths, Infamous Hills, and @andy perilous wildes, Where through the @acred rayes of Cha@tity, No @avage fierce, Bandite, or mountaneer Will dare to @oyl her Virgin purity, Yea there, where very de@olation dwels By grots, and caverns @hag'd with horrid @hades, She may pa@s on with unblench't maje@ty, Be it not don in pride, or in pre@umption. Som @ay no evil thing that walks by night In fog, or fire, by lake, or moori@h fen, Blew meager Hag, or @tubborn unlaid gho@t, That breaks his magick chains at @curfeu@ time, No goblin, or @wart Fae%ry of the mine, Hath hurtfull power o're true virginity. Do ye beleeve me yet, or @hall I call Antiquity from the old Schools of Greece To te@tifie the arms of Cha@tity? Hence had the huntre@s <1Dian>1 her dred bow Fair @ilver-@hafted Queen for ever cha@te, Wherwith @he tam'd the brinded lione@s And @potted mountain pard, but @et at nought The frivolous bolt of <1Cupid>1, gods and men Fear'd her @tern frown, and @he was queen oth'Woods What was that @naky-headed <1Gorgon>1 @heild That wi@e <1Minerva>1 wore, unconquer'd Virgin, Wherwith @he freez'd her foes to congeal'd @tone? But rigid looks of Cha@t au@terity, And noble grace that da@h't brute violence With @udden adoration, and blank aw. So dear to Heav'n is Saintly cha@tity, That when a @oul is found @incerely @o, A thou@and liveried Angels lacky her, Driving far off each thing of @in and guilt, And in cleer dream, and @olemn vi@ion Tell her of things that no gro@s ear can hear, Till oft convers with heav'nly habitants Begin to ca@t a beam on th'outward @hape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the @ouls e@@ence, Till all be made immortal: but when lu@t By uncha@te looks, loo@e gestures, and foul talk, But mo@t by leud and lavi@h act of @in, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The @oul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till @he quite loo@e The divine property of her fir@t being. Such are tho@e thick and gloomy @hadows damp Oft @een in Charnell vaults, and Sepulchers Lingering, and @itting by a new made grave, As loath to leave the body that it lov'd, And link't it @elf by carnal @en@ualty To a degenerate and degraded @tate. 2. <1Bro.>1 How charming is divine Philo@ophy! Not har@h, and crabbed as dull fools @uppo@e, But mu@ical as is <1Apollo's>1 lute, And a perpetual fea@t of nectar'd @weets, Where no crude @urfet raigns. <1Eld. Bro.>1 Li@t, li@t, I hear Som far off hallow break the @ilent Air. 2.<1Bro.>1 Me thought @o too; what @hould it be? <1Eld. Bro.>1 For certain Either @om one like us night-foundere'd here, Or els @om neighbour Wood-man, or at wor@t, Som roaving Robber calling to his fellows. 2 <1Bro.>1 Heav'n keep my @i@ter, agen agen and neet, Be@t draw, and @tand upon our guard. <1Eld. Bro.>1 Ile hallow, If he be friendly he comes well, if not, Defence is a good cau@e, and Heav'n be for us. <1The attendant Spirit habited a Shepherd.>1 That hallow I @hould know, what are you? @peak; Com not too neer, you fall on iron @takes el@e. <1Spir.>1 What voice is that, my young Lord? @peak agen. 2. <1Bro.>1 O brother, 'tis my father Shepherd @ure. <1El. Bro. Thyr@is?>1 Who@e artful @trains have oft delaid The huddling brook to hear his madrigal, And @weeten'd every muskro@e of the dale, How cam'@t thou here good Swain? hath any ram Slip't from the fold, or young kid lo@t his dam, Or @traggling weather the pen't flock for@ook? How could@t thou find this dark @eque@ter'd nook? <1Spir.>1 O my lov'd ma@ters heir, and his next joy, I came not here on @uch a trivial toy As a @tray'd Ewe, or to pur@ue the @tealth Of pilfering Woolf, not all the fleecy wealth That doth enrich the@e Downs, is worth a thought To this my errand, and the care it brought. But O my Virgin Lady, where is @he? How chance @he is not in your company? <1Eld. Bro.>1 To tell thee @adly Shepherd, without blame, Or our neglect, we lo@t her as we came. <1Spir.>1 Ay me unhappy then my fears are true. <1El. Bro.>1 What fears good <1Thyr@is?>1 Prethee briefly @hew. <1Spir.>1 Ile tell ye, 'tis not vain, or fabulous, (Though @o e@teem'd by @hallow ignorance) What the @age Poets taught by th'heav'nly Mu@e, Storied of old in high immortal vers Of dire <1Chimera>1's and inchanted Iles, And rifted Rocks who@e entrance leads to hell, For @uch there be, but unbelief is blind. Within the navil of this hideous Wood, Immur'd in cypre@s @hades a Sorcerer dwels Of <1Bacchua>1, and of <1Circe>1 born, great <1Comus>1, Deep skill'd in all his mothers witcheries, And here to every thir@ty wanderer, By fly enticement gives his banefull cup, With many murmurs mixt, who@e plea@ing poi@on The vi@age quite transforms of him that drinks, And the inglorious likeness of a bea@t Fixes in@tead, unmoulding rea@ons mintage Character'd in the face; this have I learn't Tending my flocks hard by i'th billy crofts, That brow this bottom glade, whence night by night He and his mon@trous rout are heard to howl Like @tabl'd wolves, or tigers at their prey, Doing abhorred rites to <1Hesate>1 In their ob@cured haunts of inmo@t bowres, Yet have they many baits, and guilefull @pells To inveigle and invite th'unwary @en@e Of them that pa@s unweeting by the way. This evening late by then the chewing flocks Had ta'n their @upper on the @avoury Herb Of Knot-gra@s dew-be@prent, and were in fold, I @ate me down to watch upon a bank With flaunting Hony-@uckle, and began Wrapt in a plea@ing fit of melancholy To meditate my rural min@trel@ie, Till fancy had her fill, but ere a clo@e The wonted roar was up amid@t the Woods, And fill'd the Air with barbarous di@@onance, At which I ceas't, and li@ten'd them a while, Till an unu@uall @top of @udden @ilence Gave re@pit to the drow@ie frighted @teeds That draw the litter of clo@e-curtain'd @leep. At la@t a @oft and @olemn breathing @ound Ro@e like a @team of rich di@till'd Perfumes, And @tole upon the Air, that even Silence Was took e're @he was ware, and wi@h't @he might Deny her nature, and be never more Still to be @o di@plac't. I was all care, And took in @trains that might create a @oul Under the ribs of Death, but O ere long Too well I did perceive it was the voice Of my mo@t honour'd Lady, your dear @i@ter. Amaz'd I @tood, harrow'd with grief and fear, And @tole upon the Air, that even Silence Was took e're @he was ware, and wi@h't @he might Deny her nature, and be never more Still to be @o di@plac't. I was all care, And took in @trains that might create a @oul Under the ribs of Death, but O ere long Too well I did perceive it was the voice Of my mo@t honour'd Lady, your dear @i@ter. Amaz'd I @tood, harrow'd with grief and fear, And O poor haple@s Nightingale thought I, How @weet thou @inf'@t, how neer the deadly @nare! Then down the Lawns I ran with headlong ha@t Through paths, and turnings oft'n trod by day, Till guided by mine ear I found the place Where that damned wi@ard hid in @ly di@gui@e (For @o by certain @ignes I knew) had met Already, ere my be@t @peed could praevent, The aidle@s innocent Lady his wi@h't prey, Who gently ask't if he had @een @uch two, Suppo@ing him @om neighb our villager; Longer I dur@t not @tay, but @oon I gue@s't Ye were the two @he mean't, with that I @prung Into @wift flight, till I had found you here, But furder know I not. 2. <1Bro.>1 O night and @hades, How are ye joyn'd with hell in triple knot Again@t th'unarmed weakne@s of one Virgin Alone, and helple@s! Is this the confidence You gave me Brother' <1Eld. Bro.>1 Yes, and keep it @till, Lean on it @afely, not a period Shall be un@aid for me : again@t the threats Of malice or of @orcery, or that power Which erring men call Chance, this I hold firm, Vertue may be a@@ail'd, but never hurt, Surpriz'd by unju@t force, but not enthrall'd, Yea even that which mi@chief meant mo@t harm, Shall in the happy trial prove mo@t glory. But evil on it @elf @hall back recoyl, And mix no more with goodne@s, when at la@t Gather'd like @cum, and @etl'd to it @elf It @hall be in eternal re@tle@s change Self-fed, and @elf-con@um'd, if this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rott'nne@s, And earths ba@e built on @tubble. But com let's on. Again@t th'oppo@ing will and arm of Heav'n May never this ju@t @word be lifted up, But for that damn'd magician, let him be girt With all the grei@ly legions that troop Under the @ooty flag of <1Acheron>1, <1Harpyies>1 and <1Hydra>1's, or all the mon@trous forms 'Twixt <1Africa>1, and <1Inde>1, Ile find him out, And force him to re@tore his purcha@e back, Or drag him by the curls, to a foul death, Curs'd as his life. <1Spir.>1 Alas good ventrous youth. I love thy courage yet, and bold Empri@e, But here thy @word can do thee little @tead, Farr other arms, and other weapons mu@t Be tho@e that quell the might of helli@h charms, He with his bare wand can unthred thy joynts, And crumble all thy @inews. <1Eld. Bro.>1 Why prethee Shepherd How dur@t thou then thy @elf approach @o neer As to make this relation? <1Spir.>1 Care and utmost @hifts How to @ecure the Lady from @urpri@al, Brought to my mind a certain Shepherd Lad Of small regard to @ee to, yet well skill'd In every vertuous plant and healing herb That @preds her verdant leaf to th'morning ray. He lov'd me well, and oft would beg me @ing. Which when I did, he on the tender gra@s Would @it, and hearken even to exta@ie, And in requitall ope his leather'n @crip, And @hew me @imples of a thou@and names Telling their @trange and vigorous faculties; Among@t the re@t a @mall un@ightly root, But of divine effect, he cull'd me out; The leaf was darki@h, and had prickles on it, But in another Countrey, as he @aid, Bore a bright golden flowre, but not in this @oyl: Unknown, and like e@teem'd, and the dull @wayn Treads on it daily with his clouted @hoon, And yet more med'cinal is it then that <1Moly>1 That <1Hermes>1 once to wi@e <1Uly@@es>1 gave; He call'd it <1Harmony>1, and gave it me, And bad me keep it as of @ovran u@e 'Gain@t all inchantments, mildew bla@t, or damp Or ga@tly furies apparition; I purs't it up, but little reck'ning made, Till now that this extremity compell'd, But now I find it true; for by this means I knew the foul inchanter though di@guis'd, Enter'd the very lime-twigs of his @pells, And yet came off: if you have this about you (As I will give you when we go) you may Boldly a@@ault the necromancers hall; Where if he be, with dauntle@s hardihood, And brandi@h't blade ru@h on him, break his gla@s, And @hed the lu@hious liquor on the ground, But @ea@e his wand, though he and his cur@t crew Feirce @igne of battail make, and menace high, Or like the @ons of <1Vulcan>1 vomit @moak, Yet will they @oon retire, if he but @hrink. <1Eld. Bro. Thyr@is>1 lead on apace, Ile follow thee, And @om good angel bear a @heild before us. <1The Scene changes to a @tately Palace, @et out with>1 <1all manner of deliciou@ne@s: @oft Mu@ick, Tables>1 <1@pred with all dainties.>1 Comus <1appears with his>1 <1rabble, and the Lady @et in an inchanted Chair, to>1 <1Whom he offers his Gla@s, which @he puts by, and>1 <1goes about to ri@e.>1 <1Comus.>1 Nay Lady @it; if I but wave this wand, Your nervs are all chain'd up in Alabla@ter, And you a @tatue; or as <1Daphne>1 was Root-bound, that fled <1Apollo>1, <1La.>1 Fool do not boa@t, Thou can@t not touch the freedom of my minde Withall thy charms, although this corporal rinde Thou ha@te immanacl'd, while Heav'n @ees good. <1Co.>1 Why are you vext Lady? why do you frown? Here dwel no frowns, nor anger, from the@e gates Sorrow flies farr: See here be all the plea@ures That fancy can beget on youthfull thoughts, When the fre@h blood grows lively, and returns Brisk as the <1April>1 buds in Primro@e-@ea@on. And fir@t behold this cordial Julep here That flames, and dances in his cry@tal bounds With @pirits of balm, and fragrant Syrops mixt. Not that <1Nepenthes>1 which the wife of <1Thone>1, In <1Egypt>1 gave to <1Jove>1-born <1Melena>1 Is of @uch power to @tir up joy as this, To life @o friendly, or @o cool to thir@t. Why @hould you be @o cruel to your @elf, And to tho@e dainty limms which nature lent For gentle u@age, and @oft delicacy? But you invert the cov'nants of her tru@t, And har@hly deal like an ill borrower With that which you receiv'd on other terms, Scorning the unexempt condition By which all mortal frailty mu@t @ub@i@t, Refre@hment after toil, ea@e after pain, That have been tir'd all day without repa@t, And timely re@t have wanted, but fair Virgin This will re@tore all @oon. <1La.>1 'Twill not fal@e traitor, 'Twill not re@tore the truth and hone@ty That thou ha@t bani@h't from thy tongue with lies, Was this the cottage, and the @afe abode Thou told'@t me of? What grim a@pects are the@e, The@e oughly-headed Mon@ters? Mercy guard me! Hence with thy brew'd inchantments, foul deceiver, Ha@t thou betrai'd my credulous innnocence With vi@or'd fal@hood, and ba@e forgery, And would@t thou @eek again to trap me here With lickeri@h baits fit to en@nare a brute? Were it a draft for <1Juno>1 when @he banquets, I would not ta@te thy trea@onous offer; none But @uch as are good men can give good things, And that which is not good, is not delicious To a wel-govern'd and wi@e appetite. <1Co.>1 O fooli@hnes of men! that lend their ears To tho@e budge doctors of the <1Stoick>1 Furr, And fetch their precepts from the <1Cynick>1 Tub, Prai@ing the lean and fallow Ab@tinence. Wherefore did Nature powre her bounties forth, With @uch a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks, Thronging the Seas with @pawn innumerable, But all to plea@e, and @ate the curious ta@te? And @et to work millions of @pinning Worms, That in their green @hops weave the @mooth-hair'd @ilk To deck her Sons, and that no corner might Be vacant of her plenty, in her own loyns She hutch't th'all-wor@hipt ore, and precious gems To @tore her children with; if all the world Should in a pet of temperance feed on Pul@e, Drink the clear @tream, and nothing wear but Freize, Th'all-giver would be unthank't, would be unprais'd, Not half his riches known, and yet de@pis'd, And we @hould @erve him as a grudging ma@ter, As a penurious niggard of his wealth, And live like Natures ba@tards, not her @ons, Who would be quite @urcharg'd with her own weight, And @trangl'd with her wa@te fertility; Th'earth cumber'd, and the wing'd air dark't with plumes, The herds would over-multitude their Lords, The Sea o'refraught would @well, & th'un@ought diamonds Would @o emblaze the forhead of the Deep, And @o be@tudd with Stars, that they below Would grow inur'd to light, and com at la@t To gaze upon the Sun with @hamele@s brows. Li@t Lady be not coy, and be not co@en'd With that @ame vaunted name Virginity, Beauty is natures coyn, mu@t not be hoorded, But mu@t be currant, and the good thereof Con@i@ts in mutual and partak'n bli@s, Un@avoury in th'injoyment of it @elf If you let @lip time, like a neglected ro@e It withers on the @talk with langui@h't head. Beauty is natures brag, and mu@t be @hown In courts, at fea@ts, and high @olemnities Where mo@t may wonder at the workman@hip; It is for homely features to keep home, They had their name thence; cour@e complexions And cheeks of @orry grain will @erve to ply The @ampler, and to teize the hu@wifes wooll. What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that Love-darting eyes, or tre@@es like the Morn? There was another meaning in the@e gifts, Think what, and be adviz'd, you are but young yet. <1La.>1 I had not thought to have unlockt my lips In this unhallow'd air, but that this Jugler Would think to charm my judgement, as mine eyes Obtruding fal@e rules pranckt in rea@ons garb. I hate when vice can bolt her arguments, And vertue has no tongue to check her pride: Impo@ter do not charge mo@t innocent nature, As if @he would her children @hould be riotous With her abundance, @he good catere@s Means her provi@ion onely to the good That live according to her @ober laws, And holy dictate of @pare Temperance: If every ju@t man that now pines with want Had but a moderate and be@eeming @hare Of that which lewdly-pamper'd Luxury Now heaps upon @om few with va@t excels, Natures full ble@@ings would be well di@penc't In un@uperfluous eeven proportion, And @he no whit encomber'd with her @tore, And then the giver would be better thank't, His prai@e due paid, for @wini@h gluttony Ne're looks to Heav'n amid@t his gorgeous fea@t, But with be@otted ba@e ingratitude Cramms, and bla@phemes his feeder. Shall I go on? Or have I @aid anough? To him that dares Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words Again@t the Sun-clad power of Cha@tity, Fain would I @omthing @ay, yet to what end Thou ha@t not Eare, nor Soul to apprehend The @ublime notion, and high my@tery That mu@t be utter'd to unfold the @age And @erious doctrine of Virginity, And thou art worthy that thou @hould@t not know More happines then this thy pre@ent lot. Enjoy your deer Wit, and gay Rhetorick That hath @o well been taught her dazling fence, Thou art not fit to hear thy @elf convinc't; Yet @hould I try, the uncontrouled worth Of this pure cau@e would kindle my rap't @pirits To @uch a flame of @acred vehemence, That dumb things would be mov'd to @ympathize, And the brute Earth would lend her nerves, and @hake, Till all thy magick @tructures rear'd @o high, Were @hatter'd into heap; o're thy fal@e head. <1Co.>1 She fables not, I feel that I do fear Her words @et off by @om @uperior power; And though not mortal, yet a cold @huddring dew Dips me all o're, as when the wrath of <1Jove>1 Speaks thunder, and the chains of <1Erebus>1 To @om of <1Saturns>1 crew. I mu@t di@@emble, And try her yet more @trongly. Com, no more, This is meer moral babble, and direct Again@t the canon laws of our foundation; I mu@t not @uffer this, yet 'tis but the lees And @etlings of a melancholy blood; But this will cure all @treight, one @ip of this Will bathe the drooping @pirits in delight Beyond the bli@s of dreams. Be wi@e, and ta@te.--- <1The Brothers ru@h in with Swords drawn, wre@t his>1 <1Gla@s out of his hand, and break it again@t the>1 <1ground; his rout make @igne of re@i@tance, but>1 <1are all driven in; The attendant Spirit comes>1 <1in.>1 <1Spir.>1 What, have you let the fal@e enchanter @cape? O ye mi@took, ye @hould have @natcht his wand And bound him fa@t; without his rod revers't, And backward mutters of di@@evering power, We cannot free the Lady that @its here In @tony fetters fixt, and motionle@s; Yet @tay, be not di@turb'd, now I bethink me, Som other means I have which may be us'd, Which once of <1Melibaeus>1 old I learnt The @oothe@t Shepherd that ere pip't on plains. There is a gentle Nymph not farr from hence, That with moi@t curb @ways the @mooth Severn @tream, <1Sabrina>1 is her name, a Virgin pure, Whilom @he was the daughter of <1Locrine>1, That had the Scepter from his father <1Brute.>1 She guiltle@s dam@ell flying the mad pur@uit Of her enraged @tepdam <1Guendolen>1, Commended her fair innocence to the flood That @tay'd her flight with his cro@s-flowing cour@e, The water Nymphs that in the bottom plaid, Held up their pearled wri@ts and took her in, Bearing her @traight to aged <1Nereus>1 Hall, Who piteous of her woes, rear'd her lank head, And gave her to his daughters to imbathe In nectar'd lavers @trew'd with A@phodil, And through the porch and inlet of each @en@e Dropt in Ambro@ial Oils till @he reviv'd, And underwent a quick immortal change Made Godde@s of the River; @till @he retains Her maid'n gentlenes, and oft at Eeve Vi@its the herds along the twilight meadows, Helping all urchin bla@ts, and ill luck @ignes That the @hrewd medling El@e delights to make, Which @he with pretious viold liquors heals. For which the Shepherds at their fe@tivals Carrol her goodnes lowd in ru@tick layes, And throw @weet garland wreaths into her @tream Of pancies, pinks, and gaudy Daffadils. And, as the old Swain @aid, @he can unlock The cla@ping charm, and thaw the numming @pell, If @he be right invok't in warbled Song, For maid'nhood @he loves, and will be @wift To aid a Virgin, @uch as was her @elf In hard be@etting need, this will I try And adde the power of @om adjuring ver@e, <1SONG.>1 <1Sabrina fair>1 <1Li@ten where thou art @itting>1 <1Under the gla@@ie, coal, tran@lucent wave>1, <1In twi@ted braids of Lillies knitting>1 <1The loo@e train of thy amber-dropping hair>1, <1Li@ten for dear honours @ake>1, <1Godde@s of the @ilver lake>1, <1Li@ten and @ave.>1 Li@ten and appear to us In name of great <1Occanus>1, By the earth-@haking <1Neptune>1's mace, And <1Tethys>1 grave majestick pace, By hoary <1Nereus>1 wrincled look, And the <1Carpathian>1 wi@ards hook, By @caly <1Tritons>1 winding @hell, And old @ooth-@aying <1Glaucus>1 @pell, By <1Leucothea>1's lovely hands, And her @on that rules she @trands, By <1Thetis>1 tin@el @lipper'd feet, And the Songs of <1Sirens>1 @weet, By deD By dead <1Parthenope>1's dear tomb, And fair <1Ligea>1's golden comb, Wherwith @he @its on diamond rocks Sleoking her @oft alluring locks, By all the <1Nymphs>1 that nightly dance Upon thy @treams with wily glance, Ri@e, ri@e, and heave thy ro@ie head From thy coral pav'n bed, And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our @ummons an@wer'd have. Li@ten and @ave. <1Sabrina ri@es, attended by water-Nymphs, and @ings.>1 <1By the ru@hy-fringed bank>1, <1Where grows the Willow and the O@ier dank>1, <1My @liding Chariot @tayes>1, <1Thick @et with Agas, and the azurn @heen>1 <1Of Turkis blew, and Emrauld green>1 <1That in the channell @trayes>1, <1Whil@t from off the waters fleet>1 <1Thou I @et my printle@s feet>1 <1O're the Cow@lips Velves head>1, <1That bends not as I tread>1, <1Gentle @wain at thy reque@t>1 <1I am bore.>1 <1Spir.>1 Godde@s dear We implore thy powerful hand To undoe the charmed band Of true Virgin here di@tre@t, Through the force, and through the wile Of unble@t inchanter vile. <1Sab.>1 Shepherd 'tis my office be@t To help in@nared cha@tity; Brighte@t Lady look on me, Thus I @prinkle on thy bre@t Drops that from my fountain pure, I have kept of pretious cure, Thrice upon thy fingers tip, Thrice upon thy rubied lip, Next this marble venom'd @eat Smear'd with gumms of glutenous heat I touch with cha@te palms moi@t and cold, Now the @pell hath lo@t his hold; And I mu@t ha@te ere morning hour To wait in <1Amphitrite>1's bowr. <1Sabrina de@cends, and the Lady ri@es out>1 <1of her @eat.>1 <1Spir.>1 Virgin, daughter of <1Locrine>1 Sprung of old <1Anchi@es>1 line, May thy brimmed waves for this Their full tribute never mi@s From a thou@and petty rills, That tumble down the @nowy hills: Summer drouth, or @inged air Never @corch thy tre@@es fair, Nor wet <1Octobers>1 torrent flood Thy molten cry@tal fill with mudd, May thy billows rowl a@hoar The beryl, and the golden ore, May thy lofty head be crown'd With many a tower and terra@s round, And here and there thy banks upon With Groves of myrrhe, and cinnamon. Com Lady while Heaven lends us grace, Let us fly this cur@ed place, Le@t the Sorcerer us intice With @om other new device. Not a wa@te, or needle@s @ound Till we com to holier ground, I @hall be your faithfull guide Through this gloomy covert wide, And not many furlongs thence Is your Fathers re@idence, Where this night are met in @tate Many a friend to gratulate His wi@h't pre@ence, and be@ide All the Swains that there abide, With Jiggs, and rural dance re@ort, We @hall catch them at their @port, And our @udden coming there Will double all their mirth and chere; Com let us ha@te, the Stars grow high, But night @its monarch yet in the mid sky. <1The Scene changes pre@enting>1 Ludlow <1Town and>1 <1the Pre@idents Ca@tle, then com in Countrey->1 <1Dancers, after them the attendant Spirit, with>1 <1the two Brothers and the Lady.>1 <1SONG.>1 Spir. <1Back Shepherds, back, anough your play>1, <1Till next Sun-@hine holiday>1, <1Here be without duck or nod>1 <1Other trippings to be trod>1 <1Of lighter toes, and @uch Court gui@e>1 <1As>1 Mercury <1did fir@t devi@e>1 <1With the mincing>1 Dryades <1On the Lawns, and on the Leas.>1 This @econd Song pre@ents them to their father and mother. <1Noble Lord, and Lady bright>1, <1I have brought ye new delight>1, <1Here behold @o goodly grown>1 <1Three fair branches of your own>1, <1Heav'n hath timely tri'd their youth>1, <1Their faith, their patience, and their truth.>1 <1And @ent them here through hard a@@ays>1 <1With a crown of deathle@s Prai@e>1, <1To triumph in victorious dance>1 <1O're @en@ual Folly, and Intemperance.>1 <1The dances ended, the Spirit Epilognizes.>1 <1Spir.>1 To Ocean now I fly, And tho@e happy climes that ly Where day never @huts his eye, Up in the broad fields of the sky: There I @uck the liquid ayr All amid@t the Gardens fair Of <1Hesperus>1, and his daughters three That @ing about the golden tree: Along the cri@ped @hades and bowres Revels the @pruce and jocond Spring. The Graces, ro@ie-boo@om'd Howres, Thither all their bounties bring, That there eternal Summer dwels, And We@t winds, with musky wing About the cedar'n alleys fling <1Nard>1, and <1Ca@@ia>1's balmy @mels. <1Irk>1 there with humid bow, Waters the odorous banks that blow Flowers of more mingled hew Then her purfl'd @carf can @hew, And drenches with <1Ely@ian>1 dew (Lift mortals, if your ears be true). Beds of <1Hyacinth>1, and ro@es Where young <1Adonis>1 oft repo@es, Waxing well of his deep wound In @lumber @oft, and on the ground Sadly fits th'<1A@@yrian>1 Queen; But farr above in @pangled @heen Cele@tial <1Cupid>1 her fam'd Son advanc't, Holds his dear <1P@yche>1 @weet intranc't After her wandring labours long, Till ffree con@ent the gods among Make her his eternal Bride, And from her fair un@potted @ide Two bli@sful twins are to be born, Youth and Joy; @o <1Jove>1 hath @worn. But now my task is @moothly don, I can fly, or I can run Quickly to the green earths end, Where the bow'd welkin flow doth bend, And from thence can @oar as @oon To the corners of the Moon. Mortals that would follow me, Love vertue, @he alone is free, She can teach ye how to clime Higher then the Spheary chime; Or if Vertue feeble were, Heav'n @elf would @toop to her. <1The End.>1