131:00,000['  ]| <\MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.\> 
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131:01,000['  ]| <On the Morning of CHRISTS Nativity.> 
131:01,000['  ]| <Compos'd 1629.> 
131:01,000['  ]| <I> 
131:01,001[A  ]| THIS is the Month, and this the happy morn 
131:01,002[A  ]| Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King, 
131:01,003[A  ]| Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born, 
131:01,004[A  ]| Our great redemption from above did bring; 
131:01,005[A  ]| For$3$ so$5#2$ the holy sages once did sing, 
131:01,006[A  ]| That$3$ he our deadly forfeit should release, 
131:01,007[A  ]| And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.  
131:01,000['  ]| <II> 
131:01,008[A  ]| That$6#2$ glorious Form, that$6#2$ Light unsufferable, 
131:01,009[A  ]| And that$6#2$ far-beaming blaze of Majesty, 
131:01,010[A  ]| Wherewith he wont at Heaven's high Councel-Table, 
131:01,011[A  ]| To$9$ sit the midst of Trinal Unity, 
131:01,012[A  ]| He laid aside; and here with us to$9$ be, 
131:01,013[A  ]| Forsook the Courts of everlasting Day, 
131:01,014[A  ]| And chose with us a darksome House of mortal Clay.  
131:01,000['  ]| <III> 
131:01,015[A  ]| Say Heavenly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein 
131:01,016[A  ]| Afford a present to$4$ the Infant God?  
131:01,017[A  ]| Hast thou no$2$ verse, no$2$ hymn, or solemn strain, 
131:01,018[A  ]| To$9$ welcome him to$4$ this his new abode, 
131:01,019[A  ]| Now while the Heaven by$4$ the Sun's team untrod, 
131:01,020[A  ]| Hath took no$2$ print of the approaching light, 
131:01,021[A  ]| And all the spangled host keep watch in$4$ squadrons bright?  
131:01,000['  ]| <IV> 
131:01,022[A  ]| See how from far upon$4$ the Eastern road 
131:01,023[A  ]| The Star-led Wizards haste with odours sweet, 
131:01,024[A  ]| O run, prevent them with thy humble ode, 
131:01,025[A  ]| And lay it lowly at his blessed feet; 
131:01,026[A  ]| Have thou the honour first, thy Lord to$9$ greet, 
131:01,027[A  ]| And join thy voice unto the Angel Quire, 
131:01,028[A  ]| From out his secret Altar touched with hallowed fire.  
131:01,000['  ]| <The Hymn.> 
131:01,000['  ]| <I> 
131:01,029[A  ]| IT was the Winter wild, 
131:01,030[A  ]| While the Heaven-born-child, 
131:01,031[A  ]| All meanly wrapped in$4$ the rude manger lies; 
131:01,032[A  ]| Nature in$4$ awe to$4$ him 
131:01,033[A  ]| Had doffed her gaudy trim, 
131:01,034[A  ]| With her great Master so$5#2$ to$9$ sympathize:  
131:01,035[A  ]| It was no$2$ season then for$4$ her 
131:01,036[A  ]| To$9$ wanton with the Sun her lusty Paramour.  
131:01,000['  ]| <II> 
131:01,037[A  ]| Only with speeches fair 
131:01,038[A  ]| She woos the gentle Air 
131:01,039[A  ]| To$9$ hide her guilty front with innocent Snow, 
131:01,040[A  ]| And on$4$ her naked shame, 
131:01,041[A  ]| Pollute with sinful blame, 
131:01,042[A  ]| The Saintly Veil of Maiden white to$9$ throw, 
131:01,043[A  ]| Confounded, that$3$ her Maker's eyes 
131:01,044[A  ]| Should look so$5#1$ near upon$4$ her foul deformities.  
131:01,000['  ]| <III> 
131:01,045[A  ]| But he her fears to$9$ cease, 
131:01,046[A  ]| Sent down the meek-eyd Peace, 
131:01,047[A  ]| She crowned with Olive green, came softly sliding 
131:01,048[A  ]| Down through the turning sphere 
131:01,049[A  ]| His ready Harbinger, 
131:01,050[A  ]| With Turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing, 
131:01,051[A  ]| And waving wide her myrtle wand, 
131:01,052[A  ]| She strikes a universal Peace through Sea and Land.  
131:01,000['  ]| <IV> 
131:01,053[A  ]| No$2$ War, or Battle's sound 
131:01,054[A  ]| Was heard the World around, 
131:01,055[A  ]| The idle spear and shield were high up$5$ hung; 
131:01,056[A  ]| The hooked Chariot stood 
131:01,057[A  ]| Unstained with hostile blood, 
131:01,058[A  ]| The Trumpet spoke not to$4$ the armed throng, 
131:01,059[A  ]| And Kings sat still with awful eye, 
131:01,060[A  ]| As if they surely knew their sovereign Lord was by$5$.  
131:01,000['  ]| <V> 
131:01,061[A  ]| But peaceful was the night 
131:01,062[A  ]| Wherein the Prince of light 
131:01,063[A  ]| His reign of peace upon$4$ the earth began:  
131:01,064[A  ]| The Winds with wonder whist, 
131:01,065[A  ]| Smoothly the waters kissed, 
131:01,066[A  ]| Whispering new joys to$4$ the mild Ocean, 
131:01,067[A  ]| Who$6#1$ now hath quite forgot to$9$ rave, 
131:01,068[A  ]| While Birds of Calm sit brooding on$4$ the charmed wave.  
131:01,000['  ]| <VI> 
131:01,069[A  ]| The Stars with deep amaze 
131:01,070[A  ]| Stand fixed in$4$ steadfast gaze, 
131:01,071[A  ]| Bending one way their precious influence, 
131:01,072[A  ]| And will$1$ not take their flight, 
131:01,073[A  ]| For$4$ all the morning light, 
131:01,074[A  ]| Or \Lucifer\ that$6#1$ often warned them thence; 
131:01,075[A  ]| But in$4$ their glimmering Orbs did glow, 
131:01,076[A  ]| Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.  
131:01,000['  ]| <VII> 
131:01,077[A  ]| And though the shady gloom 
131:01,078[A  ]| Had given day her room, 
131:01,079[A  ]| The Sun himself with-held his wonted speed, 
131:01,080[A  ]| And hid his head for$4$ shame, 
131:01,081[A  ]| As his inferior flame, 
131:01,082[A  ]| The new enlightened world no$2$ more should need; 
131:01,083[A  ]| He saw a greater Sun appear 
131:01,084[A  ]| Than his bright Throne, or burning Axletree could bear.  
131:01,000['  ]| <VIII> 
131:01,085[A  ]| The Shepherds on$4$ the Lawn, 
131:01,086[A  ]| Or before the point of dawn, 
131:01,087[A  ]| Sat simply chatting in$4$ a rustic row; 
131:01,088[A  ]| Full little thought they then, 
131:01,089[A  ]| That$3$ the mighty \Pan\ 
131:01,090[A  ]| Was kindly come to$9$ live with them below; 
131:01,091[A  ]| Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, 
131:01,092[A  ]| Was all that$6#1$ did their silly thoughts so$5#1$ busy keep.  
131:01,000['  ]| <IX> 
131:01,093[A  ]| When such music sweet 
131:01,094[A  ]| Their hearts and ears did greet, 
131:01,095[A  ]| As never was by$4$ mortal finger struck, 
131:01,096[A  ]| Divinely-warbled voice 
131:01,097[A  ]| Answering the stringed noise, 
131:01,098[A  ]| As all their souls in$4$ blissful rapture took:  
131:01,099[A  ]| The Air such pleasure loath to$9$ lose, 
131:01,100[A  ]| With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close.  
131:01,000['  ]| <X> 
131:01,101[A  ]| Nature that$6#1$ heard such sound 
131:01,102[A  ]| Beneath the hollow round 
131:01,103[A  ]| Of \Cynthia's\ seat, the Airy region thrilling, 
131:01,104[A  ]| Now was almost won 
131:01,105[A  ]| To$9$ think her part was done, 
131:01,106[A  ]| And that$3$ her reign had here its last fulfilling; 
131:01,107[A  ]| She knew such harmony alone 
131:01,108[A  ]| Could hold all Heaven and Earth in$4$ happier union.  
131:01,000['  ]| <XI> 
131:01,109[A  ]| At last surrounds their sight 
131:01,110[A  ]| A Globe of circular light, 
131:01,111[A  ]| That$6#1$ with long beams the shame-faced night arrayed, 
131:01,112[A  ]| The helmed Cherubim 
131:01,113[A  ]| And sworded Seraphim, 
131:01,114[A  ]| Are seen in$4$ glittering ranks with wings displayed, 
131:01,115[A  ]| Harping in$4$ loud and solemn quire, 
131:01,116[A  ]| With unexpressive notes to$4$ Heaven's new-born Heir.  
131:01,000['  ]| <XII> 
131:01,117[A  ]| Such Music (as it is said) 
131:01,118[A  ]| Before was never made, 
131:01,119[A  ]| But when of old the sons of morning sung, 
131:01,120[A  ]| While the Creator Great 
131:01,121[A  ]| His constellations set, 
131:01,122[A  ]| And the well-balanced world on$4$ hinges hung, 
131:01,123[A  ]| And cast the dark foundations deep, 
131:01,124[A  ]| And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.  
131:01,000['  ]| <XIII> 
131:01,125[A  ]| Ring out ye Crystal spheres, 
131:01,126[A  ]| Once bless our human ears, 
131:01,127[A  ]| (If ye have power to$9$ touch our senses so$5#2$) 
131:01,128[A  ]| And let your silver chime 
131:01,129[A  ]| Move in$4$ melodious time; 
131:01,130[A  ]| And let the Base of Heaven's deep Organ blow, 
131:01,131[A  ]| And with your ninefold harmony 
131:01,132[A  ]| Make up$5$ full consort to$4$ the Angelic symphony.  
131:01,000['  ]| <XIV> 
131:01,133[A  ]| For$3$ if such holy Song 
131:01,134[A  ]| Enwrap our fancy long, 
131:01,135[A  ]| Time will$1$ run back, and fetch the age of gold, 
131:01,136[A  ]| And speckled vanity 
131:01,137[A  ]| Will$1$ sicken soon and die, 
131:01,138[A  ]| And leprous sin will$1$ melt from earthly mould, 
131:01,139[A  ]| And Hell itself will$1$ pass away, 
131:01,140[A  ]| And leave her dolorous mansions to$4$ the peering day.  
131:01,000['  ]| <XV> 
131:01,141[A  ]| Yea Truth, and Justice then 
131:01,142[A  ]| Will$1$ down return to$4$ men, 
131:01,143[A  ]| The enamelled \Arras\ of the Rain-bow wearing, 
131:01,144[A  ]| And Mercy set between, 
131:01,145[A  ]| Throned in$4$ Celestial sheen, 
131:01,146[A  ]| With radiant feet the tissued clouds down steering, 
131:01,147[A  ]| And Heaven as at some festival, 
131:01,148[A  ]| Will$1$ open wide the Gates of her high Palace Hall.  
131:01,000['  ]| <XVI> 
131:01,149[A  ]| But wisest Fate sayes no$7$, 
131:01,150[A  ]| This must not yet be so$5#2$, 
131:01,151[A  ]| The Babe lies yet in$4$ smiling Infancy, 
131:01,152[A  ]| That$6#1$ on$4$ the bitter cross 
131:01,153[A  ]| Must redeem our loss; 
131:01,154[A  ]| So$3$ both himself and us to$9$ glorify:  
131:01,155[A  ]| Yet first to$4$ those ychained in$4$ sleep, 
131:01,156[A  ]| The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep, 
131:01,000['  ]| <XVII> 
131:01,157[A  ]| With such a horrid clang 
131:01,158[A  ]| As on$4$ mount \Sinai\ rang 
131:01,159[A  ]| While the red fire, and smouldering clouds out break:  
131:01,160[A  ]| The aged Earth aghast 
131:01,161[A  ]| With terror of that$6#2$ blast, 
131:01,162[A  ]| Shall from the surface to$4$ the centre shake, 
131:01,163[A  ]| When at the world's last session, 
131:01,164[A  ]| The dreadful Judge in$4$ middle Air shall spread his throne.  
131:01,000['  ]| <XVIII> 
131:01,165[A  ]| And then at last our bliss 
131:01,166[A  ]| Full and perfect is, 
131:01,167[A  ]| But now begins; for$3$ from this happy day 
131:01,168[A  ]| The old Dragon under ground 
131:01,169[A  ]| In$4$ straiter limits bound, 
131:01,170[A  ]| Not half so$5#1$ far casts his usurped sway, 
131:01,171[A  ]| And wrath to$9$ see his Kingdom fail, 
131:01,172[A  ]| Swinges the scaly Horror of his folded tail.  
131:01,000['  ]| <XIX> 
131:01,173[A  ]| The Oracles are dumb, 
131:01,174[A  ]| No$2$ voice of hideous hum 
131:01,175[A  ]| Runs through the arched roof in$4$ words deceiving.  
131:01,176[A  ]| \Apollo\ from his shrine 
131:01,177[A  ]| Can no$2$ more divine, 
131:01,178[A  ]| With hollow shriek the steep of \Delphos\ leaving.  
131:01,179[A  ]| No$2$ nightly trance, or breathed spell, 
131:01,180[A  ]| Inspires the pale-eyed Priest from the prophetic cell.  
131:01,000['  ]| <XX> 
131:01,181[A  ]| The lonely mountains over, 
131:01,182[A  ]| And the resounding shore, 
131:01,183[A  ]| A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; 
131:01,184[A  ]| From haunted spring, and dale 
131:01,185[A  ]| Edged with poplar pale, 
131:01,186[A  ]| The parting Genius is with sighing sent, 
131:01,187[A  ]| With flower-inwoven tresses torn 
131:01,188[A  ]| The Nymphs in$4$ twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.  
131:01,000['  ]| <XXI> 
131:01,189[A  ]| In$4$ consecrated Earth, 
131:01,190[A  ]| And on$4$ the holy Hearth, 
131:01,191[A  ]| The \Lars\, and \Lemures\ moan with midnight plaint, 
131:01,192[A  ]| In$4$ Urns, and Altars round, 
131:01,193[A  ]| A drear, and dying sound 
131:01,194[A  ]| Affrights the \Flamins\ at their service quaint; 
131:01,195[A  ]| And the chill Marble seems to$9$ sweat, 
131:01,196[A  ]| While each peculiar power forgoes his wonted seat.  
131:01,000['  ]| <XXII> 
131:01,197[A  ]| \Peor\, and \Baalim\, 
131:01,198[A  ]| Forsake their Temples dim, 
131:01,199[A  ]| With that$6#2$ twice-battered god of \Palestine\, 
131:01,200[A  ]| And mooned \Ashtaroth\, 
131:01,201[A  ]| Heaven's Queen and Mother both, 
131:01,202[A  ]| Now sits not girt with Taper's holy shine, 
131:01,203[A  ]| The Libyc \Hammon\ shrinks his horn, 
131:01,204[A  ]| In$4$ vain the \Tyrian\ Maids their wounded \Thamuz\ mourn.  
131:01,000['  ]| <XXIII> 
131:01,205[A  ]| And sullen \Moloch\ fled, 
131:01,206[A  ]| Hath left in$4$ shadows dread, 
131:01,207[A  ]| His burning Idol all of blackest hue, 
131:01,208[A  ]| In$4$ vain with Cymbals' ring, 
131:01,209[A  ]| They call the grisly king, 
131:01,210[A  ]| In$4$ dismal dance about the furnace blue; 
131:01,211[A  ]| The brutish gods of \Nile\ as fast, 
131:01,212[A  ]| \Isis\ and \Orus\, and the dog \Anubis\ hast.  
131:01,000['  ]| <XXIV> 
131:01,213[A  ]| Nor is \Osiris\ seen 
131:01,214[A  ]| In$4$ \Memphian\ Grove, or Green, 
131:01,215[A  ]| Trampling the unshowred Grass with lowings loud:  
131:01,216[A  ]| Nor can he be at rest 
131:01,217[A  ]| Within his sacred chest, 
131:01,218[A  ]| Naught but profoundest Hell can be his shroud, 
131:01,219[A  ]| In$4$ vain with Timbrelled Anthems dark 
131:01,220[A  ]| The sable-stoled Sorcerers bear his worshipped Ark.  
131:01,000['  ]| <XXV> 
131:01,221[A  ]| He feels from \Juda's\ Land 
131:01,222[A  ]| The dreaded Infants hand, 
131:01,223[A  ]| The rays of \Bethlehem\ blind his dusky eyes; 
131:01,224[A  ]| Nor all the gods beside, 
131:01,225[A  ]| Longer dare abide, 
131:01,226[A  ]| Not \Typhon\ huge ending in$4$ snaky twine:  
131:01,227[A  ]| Our Babe to$9$ shew his Godhead true, 
131:01,228[A  ]| Can in$4$ his swaddling bands control the damned crew.  
131:01,000['  ]| <XXVI> 
131:01,229[A  ]| So$3$ when the Sun in$4$ bed, 
131:01,230[A  ]| Curtained with cloudy red, 
131:01,231[A  ]| Pillows his chin upon$4$ an Orient wave, 
131:01,232[A  ]| The flocking shadows pale, 
131:01,233[A  ]| Troop to$4$ the infernal jail, 
131:01,234[A  ]| Each fettered Ghost slips to$4$ his several grave, 
131:01,235[A  ]| And the yellow-skirted \Fayes\, 
131:01,236[A  ]| Fly after the Night-steeds, leaving their Moon-loved maze.  
131:01,000['  ]| <XXVII> 
131:01,237[A  ]| But see the Virgin blest, 
131:01,238[A  ]| Hath laid her Babe to$4$ rest.  
131:01,239[A  ]| Time is our tedious song should here have ending, 
131:01,240[A  ]| Heaven's youngest teemed Star, 
131:01,241[A  ]| Hath fixed her polished Car, 
131:01,242[A  ]| Her sleeping Lord with Handmaid Lamp attending:  
131:01,243[A  ]| And all about the Courtly Stable, 
131:01,244[A  ]| Bright-harnessed Angels sit in$4$ order serviceable.  
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131:02,000['  ]| <The Passion.> 
131:02,000['  ]| <I> 
131:02,001[A  ]| ERE-while of Music, and Ethereal mirth, 
131:02,002[A  ]| Wherewith the stage of Air and Earth did ring, 
131:02,003[A  ]| And joyous news of heavenly Infant's birth, 
131:02,004[A  ]| My muse with Angels did divide to$9$ sing; 
131:02,005[A  ]| But headlong joy is ever on$4$ the wing, 
131:02,006[A  ]| In$4$ wintry solstice like$4$ the shortened light 
131:02,007[A  ]| Soon swallowed up$5$ in$4$ dark and long out-living night.  
131:02,000['  ]| <II> 
131:02,008[A  ]| For$3$ now to$4$ sorrow must I tune my song, 
131:02,009[A  ]| And set my Harp to$4$ notes of saddest woe, 
131:02,010[A  ]| Which$6#1$ on$4$ our dearest Lord did seize before long, 
131:02,011[A  ]| Dangers, and snares, and wrongs, and worse than so$5#2$, 
131:02,012[A  ]| Which$6#1$ he for$4$ us did freely undergo.  
131:02,013[A  ]| Most perfect \Hero\, tried in$4$ heaviest plight 
131:02,014[A  ]| Of labours huge and hard, too hard for$4$ human wight.  
131:02,000['  ]| <III> 
131:02,015[A  ]| He sovereign Priest stooping his regal head 
131:02,016[A  ]| That$6#1$ drops with odorous oil down his fair eyes, 
131:02,017[A  ]| Poor fleshly Tabernacle entered, 
131:02,018[A  ]| His starry front low-roofed beneath the skies; 
131:02,019[A  ]| O what a Mask was there, what a disguise!  
131:02,020[A  ]| Yet more; the stroke of death he must abide, 
131:02,021[A  ]| Then lies him meekly down fast by$4$ his Brethrens' side.  
131:02,000['  ]| <IV> 
131:02,022[A  ]| These latter scenes confine my roving verse, 
131:02,023[A  ]| To$4$ this Horizon is my \Phoebus\ bound, 
131:02,024[A  ]| His Godlike acts, and his temptations fierce, 
131:02,025[A  ]| And former sufferings otherwhere are found; 
131:02,026[A  ]| Loud over the rest \Cremona's\ Trump doth sound; 
131:02,027[A  ]| Me softer airs befit, and softer strings 
131:02,028[A  ]| Of Lute, or Viol still, more apt for$4$ mournful things.  
131:02,000['  ]| <V> 
131:02,029[A  ]| Befriend me night best Patroness of grief, 
131:02,030[A  ]| Over the Pole thy thickest mantle throw, 
131:02,031[A  ]| And work my flattered fancy to$4$ belief, 
131:02,032[A  ]| That$3$ Heaven and Earth are coloured with my woe; 
131:02,033[A  ]| My sorrows are too dark for$4$ day to$9$ know:  
131:02,034[A  ]| The leaves should all be black whereon I write, 
131:02,035[A  ]| And letters where my tears have washed a wannish white.  
131:02,000['  ]| <VI> 
131:02,036[A  ]| See see the Chariot, and those rushing wheels, 
131:02,037[A  ]| That$6#1$ whirled the Prophet up$5$ at \Chebar\ flood, 
131:02,038[A  ]| My spirit some transporting \Cherub\ feels, 
131:02,039[A  ]| To$9$ bear me where the Towers of \Salem\ stood, 
131:02,040[A  ]| Once glorious Towers, now sunk in$4$ guiltless blood; 
131:02,041[A  ]| There doth my soul in$4$ holy vision sit 
131:02,042[A  ]| In$4$ pensive trance, and anguish, and ecstatic fit.  
131:02,000['  ]| <VII> 
131:02,043[A  ]| Mine eye hath found that$6#2$ sad Sepulchral rock 
131:02,044[A  ]| That$6#1$ was the Casket of Heaven's richest store, 
131:02,045[A  ]| And here though grief my feeble hands up-lock, 
131:02,046[A  ]| Yet on$4$ the softened Quarry would I score 
131:02,047[A  ]| My plaining verse as lively as before; 
131:02,048[A  ]| For$3$ sure so$5#1$ well instructed are my tears, 
131:02,049[A  ]| That$3$ they would fitly fall in$4$ ordered Characters.  
131:02,000['  ]| <VIII> 
131:02,050[A  ]| Or should I thence hurried on$4$ viewless wing, 
131:02,051[A  ]| Take up$5$ a*weeping on$4$ the Mountains wild, 
131:02,052[A  ]| The gentle neighbourhood of grove and spring 
131:02,053[A  ]| Would soon unboosom all their Echoes mild, 
131:02,054[A  ]| And I (for$3$ grief is easily beguiled) 
131:02,055[A  ]| Might think the infection of my sorrows loud, 
131:02,056[A  ]| Had got a race of mourners on$4$ some pregnant cloud.  
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131:03,000['  ]| <On Time.> 
131:03,001[A  ]| FLY envious \Time\, till thou run out thy race, 
131:03,002[A  ]| Call on$4$ the lazy leaden-steeping hours, 
131:03,003[A  ]| Whose speed is but the heavy Plummet's pace; 
131:03,004[A  ]| And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, 
131:03,005[A  ]| Which$6#1$ is no$2$ more than what is false and vain, 
131:03,006[A  ]| And merely mortal dross; 
131:03,007[A  ]| So$5#1$ little is our loss, 
131:03,008[A  ]| So$5#1$ little is thy gain.  
131:03,009[A  ]| For$3$ when as each thing bad thou hast entombed, 
131:03,010[A  ]| And last of all, thy greedy self consumed, 
131:03,011[A  ]| Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss 
131:03,012[A  ]| With an individual kiss; 
131:03,013[A  ]| And Joy shall overtake us as a flood, 
131:03,014[A  ]| When everything that$6#1$ is sincerely good 
131:03,015[A  ]| And perfectly divine, 
131:03,016[A  ]| With Truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shine 
131:03,017[A  ]| About the supreme Throne 
131:03,018[A  ]| Of him, to$4$ whose happy-making sight alone, 
131:03,019[A  ]| When once our heavenly-guided soul shall climb, 
131:03,020[A  ]| Then all this Earthy grossness quit, 
131:03,021[A  ]| Attired with Stars, we shall forever sit, 
131:03,022[A  ]| Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O Time.  
131:04,000@@@@@| 
131:04,000['  ]| <Upon the Circumcision.> 
131:04,001[A  ]| YE flaming Powers, and winged Warriors bright, 
131:04,002[A  ]| That$6#1$ erst with Musick, and triumphant song 
131:04,003[A  ]| First heard by$4$ happy watchful Shepherds' ear, 
131:04,004[A  ]| So$5#1$ sweetly sung your Joy the Clouds along 
131:04,005[A  ]| Through the soft silence of the listening night; 
131:04,006[A  ]| Now mourn, and if sad share with us to$9$ bear 
131:04,007[A  ]| Your fiery essence can distil no$2$ tear, 
131:04,008[A  ]| Burn in$4$ your sighs, and borrow 
131:04,009[A  ]| Seas wept from our deep sorrow, 
131:04,010[A  ]| He who$6#1$ with all Heaven's heraldry whileare 
131:04,011[A  ]| Entered the world, now bleeds to$9$ give us ease; 
131:04,012[A  ]| Alas, how soon our sin 
131:04,013[A  ]| Sore doth begin 
131:04,014[A  ]| His Infancy to$9$ seize!  
131:04,015[A  ]| O more exceeding love or law more just?  
131:04,016[A  ]| Just law indeed, but more exceeding love!  
131:04,017[A  ]| For$3$ we by$4$ rightful doom remediless 
131:04,018[A  ]| Were lost in$4$ death, till he that$6#1$ dwelt above 
131:04,019[A  ]| High throned in$4$ secret bliss, for$4$ us frail dust 
131:04,020[A  ]| Emptied his glory, even to$4$ nakedness; 
131:04,021[A  ]| And that$6#2$ great Covenant which$6#1$ we still transgress 
131:04,022[A  ]| Entirely satisfied, 
131:04,023[A  ]| And the full wrath beside 
131:04,024[A  ]| Of vengeful Justice bore for$4$ our excess, 
131:04,025[A  ]| And seals obedience first with wounding smart 
131:04,026[A  ]| This day, but O before long 
131:04,027[A  ]| Huge pangs and strong 
131:04,028[A  ]| Will$1$ pierce more near his heart.  
131:05,000@@@@@| 
131:05,000['  ]| <At a Solemn Musick.> 
131:05,001[A  ]| BLEST pair of \Sirens\, pledges of Heaven's joy, 
131:05,002[A  ]| Sphere-born harmonious Sisters, Voice, and Verse, 
131:05,003[A  ]| Wed your divine sounds, and mixed power employ 
131:05,004[A  ]| Dead things with inbreathed sense able to$9$ pierce, 
131:05,005[A  ]| And to$4$ our high-raised phantasie present, 
131:05,006[A  ]| That$6#2$ undisturbed Song of pure content, 
131:05,007[A  ]| Ay sung before the sapphire-coloured throne 
131:05,008[A  ]| To$4$ him that$6#1$ sits thereon 
131:05,009[A  ]| With Saintly shout, and solemn Jubilee, 
131:05,010[A  ]| Where the bright Seraphim in$4$ burning row 
131:05,011[A  ]| Their loud up-lifted Angel trumpets blow, 
131:05,012[A  ]| And the Cherubic host in$4$ thousand quires 
131:05,013[A  ]| Touch their immortal Harps of golden wires, 
131:05,014[A  ]| With those just spirits that$6#1$ wear victorious Palms, 
131:05,015[A  ]| Hymns devout and holy Psalms 
131:05,016[A  ]| Singing everlastingly; 
131:05,017[A  ]| That$3$ we on$4$ Earth with undiscording voice 
131:05,018[A  ]| May rightly answer that$6#2$ melodious noise; 
131:05,019[A  ]| As once we did, till disproportioned sin 
131:05,020[A  ]| Jarred against nature's chime, and with harsh din 
131:05,021[A  ]| Broke the fair music that$6#1$ all creatures made 
131:05,022[A  ]| To$4$ their great Lord, whose love their motion swayed 
131:05,023[A  ]| In$4$ perfect Diapason, whilst they stood 
131:05,024[A  ]| In$4$ first obedience, and their state of good.  
131:05,025[A  ]| O may we soon again renew that$6#1$ Song, 
131:05,026[A  ]| And keep in$4$ tune with Heaven, till God before long 
131:05,027[A  ]| To$4$ his celestial consort us unite, 
131:05,028[A  ]| To$9$ live with him, and sing in$4$ endless morn of light.  
131:06,000@@@@@| 
131:06,000['  ]| <An Epitaph on the Marchioness of> 
131:06,000['  ]| <\Winchester.\> 
131:06,001[A  ]| THIS rich Marble doth inter 
131:06,002[A  ]| The honoured Wife of \Winchester\, 
131:06,003[A  ]| A Viscount's daughter, an Earl's heir, 
131:06,004[A  ]| Besides what her virtues fair 
131:06,005[A  ]| Added to$4$ her noble birth, 
131:06,006[A  ]| More than she could own from Earth.  
131:06,007[A  ]| Summers three times eight save one 
131:06,008[A  ]| She had told, alas too soon, 
131:06,009[A  ]| After so$5#1$ short time of breath, 
131:06,010[A  ]| To$9$ house with darkness, and with death.  
131:06,011[A  ]| Yet had the number of her days 
131:06,012[A  ]| Been as complete as was her praise, 
131:06,013[A  ]| Nature and fate had had no$2$ strife 
131:06,014[A  ]| In$4$ giving limit to$4$ her life.  
131:06,015[A  ]| Her high birth, and her graces sweet, 
131:06,016[A  ]| Quickly found a lover meet; 
131:06,017[A  ]| The Virgin quire for$4$ her request 
131:06,018[A  ]| The God that$6#1$ sits at marriage feast; 
131:06,019[A  ]| He at their invoking came 
131:06,020[A  ]| But with a scarce-well-lighted flame; 
131:06,021[A  ]| And in$4$ his Garland as he stood, 
131:06,022[A  ]| Ye might discern a Cypress bud.  
131:06,023[A  ]| Once had the early Matrons run 
131:06,024[A  ]| To$9$ greet her of a lovely son, 
131:06,025[A  ]| And now with second hope she goes, 
131:06,026[A  ]| And calls \Lucina\ to$4$ her throes; 
131:06,027[A  ]| But whether by$4$ mischance or blame 
131:06,028[A  ]| \Atropos\ for$4$ \Lucina\ came; 
131:06,029[A  ]| And with remorseless cruelty, 
131:06,030[A  ]| Spoiled at once both fruit and tree:  
131:06,031[A  ]| The hapless Babe before his birth 
131:06,032[A  ]| Had burial, yet not laid in$4$ earth, 
131:06,033[A  ]| And the languished Mother's Womb 
131:06,034[A  ]| Was not long a living Tomb.  
131:06,035[A  ]| So$3$ have I seen some tender slip 
131:06,036[A  ]| Saved with care from Winter's nip, 
131:06,037[A  ]| The pride of her carnation train, 
131:06,038[A  ]| Plucked up$5$ by$4$ some unheedy swain, 
131:06,039[A  ]| Who$6#1$ only thought to$9$ crop the flowr 
131:06,040[A  ]| New shot up$5$ from vernal shower; 
131:06,041[A  ]| But the fair blossom hangs the head 
131:06,042[A  ]| Side-ways as on$4$ a dying bed, 
131:06,043[A  ]| And those Pearls of dew she wears, 
131:06,044[A  ]| Prove to$9$ be presaging tears 
131:06,045[A  ]| Which$6#1$ the sad morn had let fall 
131:06,046[A  ]| On$4$ her hastening funeral.  
131:06,047[A  ]| Gentle Lady may thy grave 
131:06,048[A  ]| Peace and quiet ever have; 
131:06,049[A  ]| After this thy travail sore 
131:06,050[A  ]| Sweet rest seize thee evermore, 
131:06,051[A  ]| That$6#1$ to$9$ give the world increase, 
131:06,052[A  ]| Shortened hast thy own life's lease; 
131:06,053[A  ]| Here besides the sorrowing 
131:06,054[A  ]| That$6#1$ thy noble House doth bring, 
131:06,055[A  ]| Here be tears of perfect moan 
131:06,056[A  ]| Wept for$4$ thee in$4$ \Helicon\, 
131:06,057[A  ]| And some Flowers, and some Bays, 
131:06,058[A  ]| For$4$ thy Hearse to$9$ strew the ways, 
131:06,059[A  ]| Sent thee from the banks of \Came\, 
131:06,060[A  ]| Devoted to$4$ thy virtuous name; 
131:06,061[A  ]| Whilst thou bright Saint high sittest in$4$ glory, 
131:06,062[A  ]| Next her much like$5$ to$4$ thee in$4$ story, 
131:06,063[A  ]| That$6#2$ fair \Syrian\ Shepherdess, 
131:06,064[A  ]| Who$6#1$ after years of barrenness, 
131:06,065[A  ]| The highly favoured \Joseph\ bore 
131:06,066[A  ]| To$4$ him that$6#1$ served for$4$ her before, 
131:06,067[A  ]| And at her next birth much like$4$ thee, 
131:06,068[A  ]| Through pangs fled to$4$ felicity, 
131:06,069[A  ]| Far within the bosom bright 
131:06,070[A  ]| Of blazing Majesty and Light, 
131:06,071[A  ]| There with thee, new welcome Saint, 
131:06,072[A  ]| Like$2$ fortunes may her soul acquaint, 
131:06,073[A  ]| With thee there clad in$4$ radiant sheen, 
131:06,074[A  ]| No$2$ Marchioness, but now a Queen.  
131:07,000@@@@@| 
131:07,000['  ]| <SONG> 
131:07,000['  ]| <On \May\ morning.> 
131:07,001[A  ]| Now the bright morning Star, Day's harbinger, 
131:07,002[A  ]| Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her 
131:07,003[A  ]| The Flowery \May\, who$6#1$ from her green lap throws 
131:07,004[A  ]| The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose.  
131:07,005[A  ]| Hail bounteous \May\ that$6#1$ dost inspire 
131:07,006[A  ]| Mirth and youth, and warm desire, 
131:07,007[A  ]| Woods and Groves, are of thy dressing, 
131:07,008[A  ]| Hill and Dale, doth boast thy blessing.  
131:07,009[A  ]| Thus we salute thee with our early Song, 
131:07,010[A  ]| And welcome thee, and wish thee long.  
131:08,000@@@@@| 
131:08,000['  ]| <On \Shakespear\.  1630.> 
131:08,001[A  ]| WHAT needs my \Shakespear\ for$4$ his honoured Bones, 
131:08,002[A  ]| The labour of an age in$4$ piled Stones, 
131:08,003[A  ]| Or that$3$ his hallowed relics should be hid 
131:08,004[A  ]| Under a Star-ypointing \Pyramid\?  
131:08,005[A  ]| Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame, 
131:08,006[A  ]| What needest thou such weak witness of thy name?  
131:08,007[A  ]| Thou in$4$ our wonder and astonishment 
131:08,008[A  ]| Hast built thyself a live-long Monument.  
131:08,009[A  ]| For$3$ whilst to$4$ the shame of slow-endeavouring art, 
131:08,010[A  ]| Thy easy numbers flow, and that$3$ each heart 
131:08,011[A  ]| Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued Book, 
131:08,012[A  ]| Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, 
131:08,013[A  ]| Then thou our fancy of itself bereaving, 
131:08,014[A  ]| Dost make us Marble with too much conceiving; 
131:08,015[A  ]| And so$5#2$ Sepulchred in$4$ such pomp dost lie, 
131:08,016[A  ]| That$3$ Kings for$4$ such a Tomb would wish to$9$ die.  
131:09,000@@@@@| 
131:09,000['  ]| <On the University Carrier who> 
131:09,000['  ]| <sickn'd in the time of his vacancy, being> 
131:09,000['  ]| <forbid to go to \London\, by reason of> 
131:09,000['  ]| <the Plague.> 
131:09,001[A  ]| Here lies old \Hobson\, Death hath broke his girt, 
131:09,002[A  ]| And here alas, hath laid him in$4$ the dirt, 
131:09,003[A  ]| Or else the ways being foul, twenty to$4$ one, 
131:09,004[A  ]| He is here stuck in$4$ a slough, and overthrown.  
131:09,005[A  ]| It was such a shifter, that$3$ if truth were known, 
131:09,006[A  ]| Death was half glad when he had got him down; 
131:09,007[A  ]| For$3$ he had any time this ten years full, 
131:09,008[A  ]| Dodged with him, between \Cambridge\ and the Bull.  
131:09,009[A  ]| And surely, Death could never have prevailed, 
131:09,010[A  ]| Had not his weekly course of carriage failed; 
131:09,011[A  ]| But lately finding him so$5#1$ long at home, 
131:09,012[A  ]| And thinking now his journey's end was come, 
131:09,013[A  ]| And that$3$ he had taken up$5$ his latest Inn, 
131:09,014[A  ]| In$4$ the kind office of a Chamberlain 
131:09,015[A  ]| Shewed him his room where he must lodge that$6#2$ night, 
131:09,016[A  ]| Pulled off his Boots, and took away the light:  
131:09,017[A  ]| If any ask for$4$ him, it shall be said, 
131:09,018[A  ]| \Hobson\ has supped, and is newly gone to$4$ bed.  
131:10,000@@@@@| 
131:10,000['  ]| <Another on the same.> 
131:10,001[A  ]| HERE lieth one who$6#1$ did most truly prove, 
131:10,002[A  ]| That$3$ he could never die while he could move, 
131:10,003[A  ]| So$3$ hung his destiny never to$9$ rot 
131:10,004[A  ]| While he might still jog on$5$, and keep his trot, 
131:10,005[A  ]| Made of sphere-metal, never to$9$ decay 
131:10,006[A  ]| Until his revolution was at stay.  
131:10,007[A  ]| Time numbers motion, yet (without a crime 
131:10,008[A  ]| Against old truth) motion numbered out his time:  
131:10,009[A  ]| And like$4$ an Engine moved with wheel and weight, 
131:10,010[A  ]| His principles being ceased, he ended strait.  
131:10,011[A  ]| Rest that$6#1$ gives all men life, gave him his death, 
131:10,012[A  ]| And too much breathing put him out of breath; 
131:10,013[A  ]| Nor were it contradiction to$9$ affirm 
131:10,014[A  ]| Too long vacation hastened on$5$ his term.  
131:10,015[A  ]| Merely to$9$ drive the time away he sickened, 
131:10,016[A  ]| Fainted, and died, nor would with Ale be quickened; 
131:10,017[A  ]| Nay, quoth he, on$4$ his swooning bed out-stretched, 
131:10,018[A  ]| If I may not carry, sure I will$1$ never be fetched, 
131:10,019[A  ]| But vow though the cross Doctors all stood hearers, 
131:10,020[A  ]| For$4$ one Carrier put down to$9$ make six bearers.  
131:10,021[A  ]| Ease was his chief disease, and to$9$ judge right, 
131:10,022[A  ]| He died for$4$ heaviness that$3$ his Cart went light, 
131:10,023[A  ]| His leisure told him that$3$ his time was come, 
131:10,024[A  ]| And lack of load, made his life burdensome, 
131:10,025[A  ]| That$3$ even to$4$ his last breath (there be that$6#1$ say it) 
131:10,026[A  ]| As he were pressed to$4$ death, he cried more weight; 
131:10,027[A  ]| But had his doings lasted as they were, 
131:10,028[A  ]| He had been an immortal Carrier.  
131:10,029[A  ]| Obedient to$4$ the Moon he spent his date 
131:10,030[A  ]| In$4$ course reciprocal, and had his fate 
131:10,031[A  ]| Linked to$4$ the mutual flowing of the Seas, 
131:10,032[A  ]| Yet (strange to$9$ think) his wain was his increase:  
131:10,033[A  ]| His Letters are delivered all and gone, 
131:10,034[A  ]| Only remains this superscription.  
131:11,000@@@@@| 
131:11,000['  ]| <\L'Allegro.\> 
131:11,001[A  ]| HENCE loathed Melancholy 
131:11,002[A  ]| Of \Cerberus\, and blackest midnight born, 
131:11,003[A  ]| In$4$ \Stygian\ Cave forlorn 
131:11,004[A  ]| Amongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sighs unholy, 
131:11,005[A  ]| Find out some uncouth cell, 
131:11,006[A  ]| Where brooding darkness spreads his jealous wings, 
131:11,007[A  ]| And the night-Raven sings; 
131:11,008[A  ]| There under \Ebon\ shades, and low-browed Rocks, 
131:11,009[A  ]| As ragged as thy Locks, 
131:11,010[A  ]| In$4$ dark \Cimmerian\ desert ever dwell.  
131:11,011[A  ]| But come thou Goddess fair and free, 
131:11,012[A  ]| In$4$ Heaven ycleaped \Euphrosyne\, 
131:11,013[A  ]| And by$4$ me, heart-easing Mirth, 
131:11,014[A  ]| Whom lovely \Venus\ at a birth 
131:11,015[A  ]| With two sister Graces more 
131:11,016[A  ]| To$4$ Ivy-crowned \Bacchus\ bore; 
131:11,017[A  ]| Or whether (as some Sager sing) 
131:11,018[A  ]| The frolick Wind that$6#1$ breathes the Spring, 
131:11,019[A  ]| \Zephir\ with \Aurora\ playing, 
131:11,020[A  ]| As he met her once a*Maying, 
131:11,021[A  ]| There on$4$ Beds of Violets blue, 
131:11,022[A  ]| And fresh-blown Roses washed in$4$ dew, 
131:11,023[A  ]| Filled her with thee a daughter fair, 
131:11,024[A  ]| So$5#1$ bucksome, blith, and debonair.  
131:11,025[A  ]| Haste thee nymph, and bring with thee 
131:11,026[A  ]| Jest and youthful Jollity, 
131:11,027[A  ]| Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, 
131:11,028[A  ]| Nods, and Becks, and Wreathed Smiles, 
131:11,029[A  ]| Such as hang on$4$ \Hebe's\ cheek, 
131:11,030[A  ]| And love to$9$ live in$4$ dimple sleek; 
131:11,031[A  ]| Sport that$6#1$ wrinkled Care derides, 
131:11,032[A  ]| And Laughter holding both his sides.  
131:11,033[A  ]| Come, and trip it as ye go 
131:11,034[A  ]| On$4$ the light fantastic toe, 
131:11,035[A  ]| And in$4$ thy right hand lead with thee, 
131:11,036[A  ]| The Mountain Nymph, sweet Liberty; 
131:11,037[A  ]| And if I give thee honour due, 
131:11,038[A  ]| Mirth, admit me of thy crew 
131:11,039[A  ]| To$9$ live with her, and live with thee, 
131:11,040[A  ]| In$4$ unreproved pleasures free; 
131:11,041[A  ]| To$9$ hear the Lark begin his flight, 
131:11,042[A  ]| And singing startle the dull night.  
131:11,043[A  ]| From his watch-tower in$4$ the skies, 
131:11,044[A  ]| Till the dappled dawn doth rise; 
131:11,045[A  ]| Then to$9$ come in$4$ spite of sorrow, 
131:11,046[A  ]| And at my window bid good morrow, 
131:11,047[A  ]| Through the Sweet-Briar, or the Vine, 
131:11,048[A  ]| Or the twisted Eglantine.  
131:11,049[A  ]| While the Cock with lively din, 
131:11,050[A  ]| Scatters the rear of darkness thin, 
131:11,051[A  ]| And to$4$ the stack, or the Barn door, 
131:11,052[A  ]| Stoutly struts his Dames before, 
131:11,053[A  ]| Oft listening how the Hounds and horn 
131:11,054[A  ]| Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, 
131:11,055[A  ]| From the side of some Hoar Hill, 
131:11,056[A  ]| Through the high wood echoing shrill.  
131:11,057[A  ]| Some time walking not unseen 
131:11,058[A  ]| By$4$ Hedge-row Elms, on$4$ Hillocks green, 
131:11,059[A  ]| Right against the Eastern gate, 
131:11,060[A  ]| Where the great Sun begins his state, 
131:11,061[A  ]| Robed in$4$ flames, and Amber light, 
131:11,062[A  ]| The clouds in$4$ thousand Liveries dight.  
131:11,063[A  ]| While the Plowman near at hand, 
131:11,064[A  ]| Whistles over the Furrowed Land, 
131:11,065[A  ]| And the Milkmaid singeth blithe, 
131:11,066[A  ]| And the Mower whets his scythe, 
131:11,067[A  ]| And every Shepherd tells his tale 
131:11,068[A  ]| Under the Hawthorn in$4$ the dale.  
131:11,069[A  ]| Strait mine eye hath caught new pleasures 
131:11,070[A  ]| Whilst the Lantskip round it measures, 
131:11,071[A  ]| Russet Lawns, and Fallows Gray, 
131:11,072[A  ]| Where the nibbling flocks do stray, 
131:11,073[A  ]| Mountains on$4$ whose barren breast 
131:11,074[A  ]| The labouring clouds do often rest:  
131:11,075[A  ]| Meadows trim with Daisies pied, 
131:11,076[A  ]| Shallow Brooks, and Rivers wide.  
131:11,077[A  ]| Towers, and Battlements it sees 
131:11,078[A  ]| Bosomed high in$4$ tufted Trees, 
131:11,079[A  ]| Where perhaps some beauty lies, 
131:11,080[A  ]| The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes.  
131:11,081[A  ]| Hard by$5$, a Cottage chimney smokes, 
131:11,082[A  ]| From between two aged Okes, 
131:11,083[A  ]| Where \Corydon\ and \Thyrsis\ met, 
131:11,084[A  ]| Are at their savory dinner set 
131:11,085[A  ]| Of Herbs, and other Country Messes, 
131:11,086[A  ]| Which$6#1$ the neat-handed \Phillis\ dresses; 
131:11,087[A  ]| And then in$4$ haste her Bower she leaves, 
131:11,088[A  ]| With \Thestylis\ to$9$ bind the Sheaves; 
131:11,089[A  ]| Or if the earlier season lead 
131:11,090[A  ]| To$4$ the tanned Haycock in$4$ the Mead, 
131:11,091[A  ]| Some times with secure delight 
131:11,092[A  ]| The up-land Hamlets will$1$ invite, 
131:11,093[A  ]| When the merry Bells ring round, 
131:11,094[A  ]| And the jocond rebecks sound 
131:11,095[A  ]| To$4$ many a youth, and many a maid, 
131:11,096[A  ]| Dancing in$4$ the Chequered shade; 
131:11,097[A  ]| And young and old come forth to$9$ play 
131:11,098[A  ]| On$4$ a Sunshine Holiday, 
131:11,099[A  ]| Till the live-long day-light fail, 
131:11,100[A  ]| Then to$4$ the Spicy Nut-brown Ale, 
131:11,101[A  ]| With stories told of many a feat, 
131:11,102[A  ]| How \Faery Mab\ the junkets eat, 
131:11,103[A  ]| She was pinched, and pulled she said, 
131:11,104[A  ]| And he by$4$ Friars Lanthorn led 
131:11,105[A  ]| Tells how the drudging \Goblin\ sweat, 
131:11,106[A  ]| To$9$ earn his Cream-bowl duly set, 
131:11,107[A  ]| When in$4$ one night, before glimpse of morn, 
131:11,108[A  ]| His shadowy Flail hath threshed the Corn 
131:11,109[A  ]| That$6#1$ ten day-labourers could not end, 
131:11,110[A  ]| Then lies him down the Lubbar Fend.  
131:11,111[A  ]| And stretched out all the Chimney's length, 
131:11,112[A  ]| Basks at the fire his hairy strength; 
131:11,113[A  ]| And Crop-full out of doors he flings, 
131:11,114[A  ]| Before the first Cock his Mattin rings.  
131:11,115[A  ]| Thus done the Tales, to$4$ bed they creep, 
131:11,116[A  ]| By$4$ whispering Winds soon lulled asleep.  
131:11,117[A  ]| Towered Cities please us then, 
131:11,118[A  ]| And the busy hum of men, 
131:11,119[A  ]| Where throngs of Knights and Barons bold, 
131:11,120[A  ]| In$4$ weeds of Peace high triumphs hold, 
131:11,121[A  ]| With store of Ladies, whose bright eyes 
131:11,122[A  ]| Rain influence, and judge the prize 
131:11,123[A  ]| Of Wit, or Arms, while both contend 
131:11,124[A  ]| To$9$ win her Grace, whom all commend.  
131:11,125[A  ]| There let \Hymen\ oft appear 
131:11,126[A  ]| In$4$ Saffron robe, with Taper clear, 
131:11,127[A  ]| And pomp, and feast, and revelry, 
131:11,128[A  ]| With mask, and antique Pageantry, 
131:11,129[A  ]| Such sights as youthful Poets dream 
131:11,130[A  ]| On$4$ Summer eves by$4$ haunted stream.  
131:11,131[A  ]| Then to$4$ the well-trod stage anon, 
131:11,132[A  ]| If \Jonsons\ learned Sock be on$5$, 
131:11,133[A  ]| Or sweetest \Shakespear\ fancies child, 
131:11,134[A  ]| Warble his native Wood-notes wild, 
131:11,135[A  ]| And ever against eating Cares, 
131:11,136[A  ]| Lap me in$4$ soft \Lydian\ Airs, 
131:11,137[A  ]| Married to$4$ immortal verse 
131:11,138[A  ]| Such as the meeting soul may pierce 
131:11,139[A  ]| In$4$ notes, with many a winding bout 
131:11,140[A  ]| Of linked sweetness long drawn out, 
131:11,141[A  ]| With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, 
131:11,142[A  ]| The melting voice through mazes running; 
131:11,143[A  ]| Untwisting all the chains that$6#1$ tie
131:11,144[A  ]| The hidden soul of harmony.  
131:11,145[A  ]| That$3$ \Orpheus\ self may heave his head 
131:11,146[A  ]| From golden slumber on$4$ a bed 
131:11,147[A  ]| Of heaped \Elysian\ flowres, and hear 
131:11,148[A  ]| Such strains as would have won the ear 
131:11,149[A  ]| Of \Pluto\, to$9$ have quite set free 
131:11,150[A  ]| His half regained \Eurydice\.  
131:11,151[A  ]| These delights, if thou canst give, 
131:11,152[A  ]| Mirth with thee, I mean to$9$ live.  
131:12,000@@@@@| 
131:12,000['  ]| <\Il Penseroso.\> 
131:12,001[A  ]| HENCE vain deluding joys, 
131:12,002[A  ]| The brood of folly without father bred, 
131:12,003[A  ]| How little you bestead, 
131:12,004[A  ]| Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys; 
131:12,005[A  ]| Dwell in$4$ some idle brain, 
131:12,006[A  ]| And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, 
131:12,007[A  ]| As thick and numberless 
131:12,008[A  ]| As the gay motes that$6#1$ people the Sun Beams, 
131:12,009[A  ]| Or likest hovering dreams 
131:12,010[A  ]| The fickle Pensioners of \Morpheus\ train.  
131:12,011[A  ]| But hail thou Goddess, sage and holy, 
131:12,012[A  ]| Hail divinest Melancholy, 
131:12,013[A  ]| Whose Saintly visage is too bright 
131:12,014[A  ]| To$9$ hit the Sense of human sight; 
131:12,015[A  ]| And therefore to$4$ our weaker view, 
131:12,016[A  ]| Over laid with black staid Wisdom's hue.  
131:12,017[A  ]| Black, but such as in$4$ esteem, 
131:12,018[A  ]| Prince \Memnon's\ sister might beseem, 
131:12,019[A  ]| Or that$6#2$ Starred \Ethiope\ Queen that$6#1$ strove 
131:12,020[A  ]| To$9$ set her beauty's praise above 
131:12,021[A  ]| The Sea Nymphs, and their powers offended.  
131:12,022[A  ]| Yet thou art higher far descended, 
131:12,023[A  ]| Thee bright-haired \Vesta\ long of yore, 
131:12,024[A  ]| To$4$ solitary \Saturn\ bore; 
131:12,025[A  ]| His daughter she (in$4$ \Saturns\ reign, 
131:12,026[A  ]| Such mixture was not held a stain) 
131:12,027[A  ]| Oft in$4$ glimmering Bowers, and glades 
131:12,028[A  ]| He met her, and in$4$ secret shades 
131:12,029[A  ]| Of woody \Ida's\ inmost grove, 
131:12,030[A  ]| While yet there was no$2$ fear of \Jove\.  
131:12,031[A  ]| Come pensive Nun, devout and pure, 
131:12,032[A  ]| Sober, steadfast, and demure, 
131:12,033[A  ]| All in$4$ a robe of darkest grain, 
131:12,034[A  ]| Flowing with majestic train, 
131:12,035[A  ]| And sable stole of \Cypress\ Lawn, 
131:12,036[A  ]| Over thy decent shoulders drawn.  
131:12,037[A  ]| Come, but keep thy wonted state, 
131:12,038[A  ]| With even step, and musing gait, 
131:12,039[A  ]| And looks commercing with the skies, 
131:12,040[A  ]| Thy rapt soul sitting in$4$ thine eyes:  
131:12,041[A  ]| There held in$4$ holy passion still, 
131:12,042[A  ]| Forget thyself to$4$ Marble, till 
131:12,043[A  ]| With a sad Leaden downward cast, 
131:12,044[A  ]| Thou fix them on$4$ the earth as fast.  
131:12,045[A  ]| And join with thee calm Peace, and Quiet, 
131:12,046[A  ]| Spare Fast, that$6#1$ oft with gods doth diet, 
131:12,047[A  ]| And hears the Muses in$4$ a ring, 
131:12,048[A  ]| Ay round about \Joves\ Altar sing.  
131:12,049[A  ]| And add to$4$ these retired Leisure, 
131:12,050[A  ]| That$6#1$ in$4$ trim Gardens takes his pleasure; 
131:12,051[A  ]| But first, and chiefest, with thee bring, 
131:12,052[A  ]| Him that$6#1$ yon soars on$4$ golden wing, 
131:12,053[A  ]| Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne, 
131:12,054[A  ]| The Cherub Contemplation, 
131:12,055[A  ]| And the mute Silence hist along, 
131:12,056[A  ]| Unless \Philomel\ will$1$ deign a Song, 
131:12,057[A  ]| In$4$ her sweetest, saddest plight, 
131:12,058[A  ]| Smoothing the rugged brow of night, 
131:12,059[A  ]| While \Cynthia\ checks her Dragon yoke, 
131:12,060[A  ]| Gently over the accustomed Oak; 
131:12,061[A  ]| Sweet Bird that$6#1$ shunnest the noise of folly, 
131:12,062[A  ]| Most musicall, most melancholy!  
131:12,063[A  ]| Thee Chauntress oft the Woods among, 
131:12,064[A  ]| I woo to$9$ hear thy even-Song; 
131:12,065[A  ]| And missing thee, I walk unseen 
131:12,066[A  ]| On$4$ the dry smooth-shaven Green, 
131:12,067[A  ]| To$9$ behold the wandering Moon, 
131:12,068[A  ]| Riding near her highest noon, 
131:12,069[A  ]| Like$4$ one that$6#1$ had been led astray 
131:12,070[A  ]| Through the Heaven's wide pathless way; 
131:12,071[A  ]| And oft, as if her head she bowed, 
131:12,072[A  ]| Stooping through a fleecy cloud.  
131:12,073[A  ]| Oft on$4$ a Plat of rising ground, 
131:12,074[A  ]| I hear the far-off \Curfew\ sound, 
131:12,075[A  ]| Over some wide watered shore, 
131:12,076[A  ]| Swinging slow with sullen roar; 
131:12,077[A  ]| Or if the Air will$1$ not permit, 
131:12,078[A  ]| Some still removed place will$1$ fit, 
131:12,079[A  ]| Where glowing Embers through the room 
131:12,080[A  ]| Teach light to$9$ counterfeit a gloom, 
131:12,081[A  ]| Far from all resort of mirth, 
131:12,082[A  ]| Save the Cricket on$4$ the hearth, 
131:12,083[A  ]| Or the Belman's drowsy charm, 
131:12,084[A  ]| To$9$ bless the doors from nightly harm:  
131:12,085[A  ]| Or let my Lamp at midnight hour, 
131:12,086[A  ]| Be seen in$4$ some high lonely Tower, 
131:12,087[A  ]| Where I may oft out-watch the \Bear\, 
131:12,088[A  ]| With thrice great \Hermes\, or unsphere 
131:12,089[A  ]| The spirit of \Plato\ to$9$ unfold 
131:12,090[A  ]| What Worlds, or what vast Regions hold 
131:12,091[A  ]| The immortal mind that$6#1$ hath forsook 
131:12,092[A  ]| Her mansion in$4$ this fleshly nook:  
131:12,093[A  ]| And of those \Da*emons\ that$6#1$ are found 
131:12,094[A  ]| In$4$ fire, air, flood, or under ground, 
131:12,095[A  ]| Whose power hath a true consent 
131:12,096[A  ]| With Planet, or with Element.  
131:12,097[A  ]| Some time let Gorgeous Tragedy 
131:12,098[A  ]| In$4$ Sceptered Pall come sweeping by$5$, 
131:12,099[A  ]| Presenting \Thebes\, or \Pelops\ line, 
131:12,100[A  ]| Or the tale of \Troy\ divine.  
131:12,101[A  ]| Or what (though rare) of later age, 
131:12,102[A  ]| Ennobled hath the Buskined stage.  
131:12,103[A  ]| But, O sad Virgin, that$3$ thy power 
131:12,104[A  ]| Might raise \Musa*eus\ from his bower, 
131:12,105[A  ]| Or bid the soul of \Orpheus\ sing 
131:12,106[A  ]| Such notes as warbled to$4$ the string, 
131:12,107[A  ]| Drew Iron tears down \Pluto's\ cheek, 
131:12,108[A  ]| And made Hell grant what Love did seek.  
131:12,109[A  ]| And call up$5$ him that$6#1$ left half told 
131:12,110[A  ]| The story of \Cambuscan\ bold, 
131:12,111[A  ]| Of \Camball\, and of \Algarife\, 
131:12,112[A  ]| And who$6#1$ had \Canace\ to$4$ wife, 
131:12,113[A  ]| That$6#1$ owned the virtuous Ring and Glass, 
131:12,114[A  ]| And of the wondrous Horse of Brass, 
131:12,115[A  ]| On$4$ which$6#1$ the \Tartar\ King did ride; 
131:12,116[A  ]| And if ought else, great \Bards\ beside, 
131:12,117[A  ]| In$4$ sage and solemn tunes have sung, 
131:12,118[A  ]| Of Tourneys and of Trophies hung; 
131:12,119[A  ]| Of Forests, and enchantments drear, 
131:12,120[A  ]| Where more is meant than meets the ear.  
131:12,121[A  ]| Thus night oft see me in$4$ thy pale career, 
131:12,122[A  ]| Till civil-suited Morn appear, 
131:12,123[A  ]| Not tricked and frounced as she was wont, 
131:12,124[A  ]| With the Attic Boy to$9$ hunt, 
131:12,125[A  ]| But Cherchefed in$4$ a comely Cloud.  
131:12,126[A  ]| While rocking Winds are Piping loud, 
131:12,127[A  ]| Or ushered with a shower still, 
131:12,128[A  ]| When the gust hath blown his fill, 
131:12,129[A  ]| Ending on$4$ the rustling Leaves, 
131:12,130[A  ]| With minute drops from off the Eaves.  
131:12,131[A  ]| And when the Sun begins to$9$ fling 
131:12,132[A  ]| His flaring beams, me Goddess bring 
131:12,133[A  ]| To$4$ arched walks of twilight groves, 
131:12,134[A  ]| And shadows brown that$6#1$ \Sylvan\ loves 
131:12,135[A  ]| Of Pine, or monumental Oak, 
131:12,136[A  ]| Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, 
131:12,137[A  ]| Was never heard the Nymphs to$9$ daunt, 
131:12,138[A  ]| Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.  
131:12,139[A  ]| There in$4$ close covert by$4$ some Brook, 
131:12,140[A  ]| Where no$2$ profaner eye may look, 
131:12,141[A  ]| Hide me from Day's garish eye, 
131:12,142[A  ]| While the Bee with Honeyed thigh, 
131:12,143[A  ]| That$6#1$ at her flowery work doth sing, 
131:12,144[A  ]| And the Waters murmuring 
131:12,145[A  ]| With such consort as they keep, 
131:12,146[A  ]| Entice the dewy-feathered Sleep; 
131:12,147[A  ]| And let some strange mysterious dream, 
131:12,148[A  ]| Wave at his Wings in$4$ Airy stream, 
131:12,149[A  ]| Of lively portraiture displayed, 
131:12,150[A  ]| Softly on$4$ my eye-lids laid.  
131:12,151[A  ]| And as I wake, sweet music breath 
131:12,152[A  ]| Above, about, or underneath, 
131:12,153[A  ]| Sent by$4$ some spirit to$4$ mortals' good, 
131:12,154[A  ]| Or the unseen Genius of the Wood.  
131:12,155[A  ]| But let my due feet never fail, 
131:12,156[A  ]| To$9$ walk the studious Cloisters pale, 
131:12,157[A  ]| And love the high embowed Roof, 
131:12,158[A  ]| With antic Pillars massy proof, 
131:12,159[A  ]| And storied Windows richly dight, 
131:12,160[A  ]| Casting a dim religious light.  
131:12,161[A  ]| There let the pealing Organ blow, 
131:12,162[A  ]| To$4$ the full voiced Quire below, 
131:12,163[A  ]| In$4$ Service high, and Anthems clear, 
131:12,164[A  ]| As may with sweetness, through mine ear, 
131:12,165[A  ]| Dissolve me into ecstasies, 
131:12,166[A  ]| And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.  
131:12,167[A  ]| And may at last my weary age 
131:12,168[A  ]| Find out the peaceful hermitage, 
131:12,169[A  ]| The Hairy Gown and Mossy Cell, 
131:12,170[A  ]| Where I may sit and rightly spell 
131:12,171[A  ]| Of every Star that$6#1$ Heaven doth shew, 
131:12,172[A  ]| And every Herb that$6#1$ sips the dew; 
131:12,173[A  ]| Till old experience do attain 
131:12,174[A  ]| To$4$ something like$4$ Prophetic strain.  
131:12,175[A  ]| These pleasures \Melancholy\ give, 
131:12,176[A  ]| And I with thee will$1$ choose to$9$ live.  
131:13,000@@@@@| 
131:13,000['  ]| <SONNETS.> 
131:13,000['  ]| <I> 
131:13,001[A  ]| O Nightingale, that$6#1$ on$4$ yon bloomy Spray 
131:13,002[A  ]| Warblest at eve, when all the Woods are still, 
131:13,003[A  ]| Thou with fresh hope the Lover's heart dost fill, 
131:13,004[A  ]| While the jolly hours lead on$5$ propitious \May\, 
131:13,005[A  ]| Thy liquid notes that$6#1$ close the eye of Day, 
131:13,006[A  ]| First heard before the shallow Cuckoo's bill 
131:13,007[A  ]| Portend success in$4$ love; O if \Jove's\ will$0$ 
131:13,008[A  ]| Have linked that$6#2$ amorous power to$4$ thy soft lay, 
131:13,009[A  ]| Now timely sing, before the rude Bird of Hate 
131:13,010[A  ]| Foretell my hopeless doom in$4$ some Grove nigh:  
131:13,011[A  ]| As thou from year to$4$ year hast sung too late 
131:13,012[A  ]| For$4$ my relief; yet hadst no$2$ reason why, 
131:13,013[A  ]| Whether the Muse, or Love call thee his mate, 
131:13,014[A  ]| Both them I serve, and of their train am I.  
131:13,000['  ]| <VII> 
131:13,001[A  ]| How soon hath Time the subtle thief of youth, 
131:13,002[A  ]| Stolen on$4$ his wing my three and twentieth year!  
131:13,003[A  ]| My hasting days fly on$5$ with full career, 
131:13,004[A  ]| But my late spring no$2$ bud or blossom sheweth.  
131:13,005[A  ]| Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, 
131:13,006[A  ]| That$3$ I to$4$ manhood am arrived so$5#1$ near, 
131:13,007[A  ]| And inward ripeness doth much less appear, 
131:13,008[A  ]| That$6#1$ some more timely-happy spirits indueth.  
131:13,009[A  ]| Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, 
131:13,010[A  ]| It shall be still in$4$ strictest measure even, 
131:13,011[A  ]| To$4$ that$6#2$ same lot, however mean, or high, 
131:13,012[A  ]| Toward which$6#1$ Time leads me, and the will$0$ of Heaven; 
131:13,013[A  ]| All is, if I have grace to$9$ use it so$5#2$, 
131:13,014[A  ]| As ever in$4$ my great task Master's eye.  
131:13,000['  ]| <VIII> 
131:13,001[A  ]| Captain or Colonel, or Knight in$4$ Arms, 
131:13,002[A  ]| Whose chance on$4$ these defenceless doors may seize, 
131:13,003[A  ]| If ever deed of honour did thee please, 
131:13,004[A  ]| Guard them, and him within protect from harms, 
131:13,005[A  ]| He can requite thee, for$3$ he knows the charms 
131:13,006[A  ]| That$6#1$ call Fame on$4$ such gentle acts as these, 
131:13,007[A  ]| And he can spread thy name over Lands and Seas, 
131:13,008[A  ]| Whatever clime the Sun's bright circle warms.  
131:13,009[A  ]| Lift not thy spear against the Muses' Bowre, 
131:13,010[A  ]| The great \Emathian\ Conqueror bid spare 
131:13,011[A  ]| The house of \Pindarus\, when Temple and Tower 
131:13,012[A  ]| Went to$4$ the ground:  And the repeated air 
131:13,013[A  ]| Of sad \Electra's\ Poet had the power 
131:13,014[A  ]| To$9$ save the \Athenian\ Walls from ruin bare.  
131:13,000['  ]| <IX> 
131:13,001[A  ]| Lady that$6#1$ in$4$ the prime of earliest youth, 
131:13,002[A  ]| Wisely hath shunned the broad way and the green, 
131:13,003[A  ]| And with those few art eminently seen, 
131:13,004[A  ]| That$6#1$ labour up$4$ the Hill of heavenly Truth, 
131:13,005[A  ]| The better part with \Mary\ and with \Ruth\, 
131:13,006[A  ]| Chosen thou hast, and they that$6#1$ overween, 
131:13,007[A  ]| And at thy growing virtues fret their spleen, 
131:13,008[A  ]| No$2$ anger find in$4$ thee, but pity and ruth.  
131:13,009[A  ]| Thy care is fixed and zealously attends 
131:13,010[A  ]| To$9$ fill thy odorous Lamp with deeds of light, 
131:13,011[A  ]| And Hope that$6#1$ reaps not shame.  Therefore be sure 
131:13,012[A  ]| Thou, when the Bridegroom with his feastful friends 
131:13,013[A  ]| Passes to$4$ bliss at the mid hour of night, 
131:13,014[A  ]| Hast gained thy entrance, Virgin wise and pure.  
131:13,000['  ]| <X> 
131:13,001[A  ]| Daughter to$4$ that$6#2$ good Earl, once President 
131:13,002[A  ]| Of \England's\ Counsel, and her Treasury, 
131:13,003[A  ]| Who$6#1$ lived in$4$ both, unstained with gold or fee, 
131:13,004[A  ]| And left them both, more in$4$ himself content, 
131:13,005[A  ]| Till the sad breaking of that$6#2$ Parliament 
131:13,006[A  ]| Broke him, as that$6#2$ dishonest victory 
131:13,007[A  ]| At \Cha*erone=a\, fatal to$4$ liberty 
131:13,008[A  ]| Killed with report that$6#2$ Old man eloquent, 
131:13,009[A  ]| Though later born, than to$9$ have known the dayes 
131:13,010[A  ]| Wherein your Father flourished, yet by$4$ you 
131:13,011[A  ]| Madam, me thinks I see him living yet; 
131:13,012[A  ]| So$5#1$ well your words his noble virtues praise, 
131:13,013[A  ]| That$3$ all both judge you to$9$ relate them true, 
131:13,014[A  ]| And to$9$ possess them, Honoured \Margaret\.  
131:14,000@@@@@| 
131:14,000['  ]| <Arcades.> 
131:14,000['  ]| <Part of an entertainment presented to the Countess Dowager of \Darby\> 
131:14,000['  ]| <at \Harefield\, by som Noble persons of her Family, who appear> 
131:14,000['  ]| <on the Scene in pastoral habit, moving toward the> 
131:14,000['  ]| <seat of State with this Song.> 
131:14,000['  ]| <I.  \SONG.\> 
131:14,001[A  ]| LOOK Nymphs, and Shepherds look, 
131:14,002[A  ]| What sudden blaze of majesty 
131:14,003[A  ]| Is that$6#2$ which$6#1$ we from hence descry 
131:14,004[A  ]| Too divine to$9$ be mistook:  
131:14,005[A  ]| This this is she 
131:14,006[A  ]| To$4$ whom our vows and wishes bend, 
131:14,007[A  ]| Here our solemn search hath end.  
131:14,008[A  ]| \Fame\ that$6#1$ her high worth to$9$ raise, 
131:14,009[A  ]| Seemed erst so$5#1$ lavish and profuse, 
131:14,010[A  ]| We may justly now accuse 
131:14,011[A  ]| Of detraction from her praise, 
131:14,012[A  ]| Less than half we find expressed, 
131:14,013[A  ]| \Envy\ bid conceal the rest.  
131:14,014[A  ]| Mark what radiant state she spreads, 
131:14,015[A  ]| In$4$ circle round her shining throne, 
131:14,016[A  ]| Shooting her beams like$4$ silver threads, 
131:14,017[A  ]| This this is she alone, 
131:14,018[A  ]| Sitting like$4$ a Goddess bright, 
131:14,019[A  ]| In$4$ the centre of her light.  
131:14,020[A  ]| Might she the wise \Latona\ be, 
131:14,021[A  ]| Or the towered \Cybele\, 
131:14,022[A  ]| Mother of a hundred gods; 
131:14,023[A  ]| \Juno\ dares not give her odds; 
131:14,024[A  ]| Who$6#2$ had thought this clime had held 
131:14,025[A  ]| A deity so$5#1$ unparalleled?  
131:14,000['  ]| <As they com forward, the genius of the Wood appears, and> 
131:14,000['  ]| <turning toward them, speaks.>
131:14,000['  ]| <\Gen.\> 
131:14,026[B  ]| Stay gentle Swains, for$3$ though in$4$ this disguise, 
131:14,027[B  ]| I see bright honour sparkle through your eyes, 
131:14,028[B  ]| Of famous \Arcady\ ye are, and sprung 
131:14,029[B  ]| Of that$6#2$ renowned flood, so$5#1$ often sung, 
131:14,030[B  ]| Divine \Alpheus\, who$6#1$ by$4$ secret sluice, 
131:14,031[B  ]| Stole under Seas to$9$ meet his \Arethuse\; 
131:14,032[B  ]| And ye the breathing Roses of the Wood, 
131:14,033[B  ]| Fair silver-buskined Nymphs as great and good, 
131:14,034[B  ]| I know this quest of yours, and free intent 
131:14,035[B  ]| Was all in$4$ honour and devotion meant 
131:14,036[B  ]| To$4$ the great Mistress of yon princely shrine, 
131:14,037[B  ]| Whom with low reverence I adore as mine, 
131:14,038[B  ]| And with all helpful service will$1$ comply 
131:14,039[B  ]| To$9$ further this night's glad solemnity; 
131:14,040[B  ]| And lead ye where ye may more near behold 
131:14,041[B  ]| What shallow-searching \Fame\ hath left untold; 
131:14,042[B  ]| Which$6#1$ I full oft amidst these shades alone 
131:14,043[B  ]| Have sat to$9$ wonder at, and gaze upon$4$:  
131:14,044[B  ]| For$3$ know by$4$ lot from \Jove\ I am the power 
131:14,045[B  ]| Of this fair Wood, and live in$4$ Oaken bower, 
131:14,046[B  ]| To$9$ nurse the Saplings tall, and curl the grove 
131:14,047[B  ]| With Ringlets quaint, and wanton windings wove.  
131:14,048[B  ]| And all my Plants I save from nightly ill, 
131:14,049[B  ]| Of noisome winds, and blasting vapours chill.  
131:14,050[B  ]| And from the Boughs brush off the evil dew, 
131:14,051[B  ]| And heal the harms of thwarting thunder blue, 
131:14,052[B  ]| Or what the cross dire-looking Planet smites, 
131:14,053[B  ]| Or hurtful Worm with cankered venom bites.  
131:14,054[B  ]| When Evening gray doth rise, I fetch my round 
131:14,055[B  ]| Over the mount, and all this hallowed ground, 
131:14,056[B  ]| And early before the odorous breath of morn 
131:14,057[B  ]| Awakes the slumbering leaves, or tasselled horn 
131:14,058[B  ]| Shakes the high thicket, haste I all about, 
131:14,059[B  ]| Number my ranks, and visit every sprout 
131:14,060[B  ]| With puissant words, and murmurs made to$9$ bless, 
131:14,061[B  ]| But else in$4$ deep of night when drowsiness 
131:14,062[B  ]| Hath locked up$5$ mortal sense, then listen I 
131:14,063[B  ]| To$4$ the celestial \Sirens'\ harmony, 
131:14,064[B  ]| That$6#1$ sit upon$4$ the nine enfolded Spheres, 
131:14,065[B  ]| And sing to$4$ those that$6#1$ hold the vital shears, 
131:14,066[B  ]| And turn the Adamantine spindle round, 
131:14,067[B  ]| On$4$ which$6#1$ the fate of gods and men is wound.  
131:14,068[B  ]| Such sweet compulsion doth in$4$ music lie, 
131:14,069[B  ]| To$9$ lull the daughters of \Necessity\, 
131:14,070[B  ]| And keep unsteady Nature to$4$ her law, 
131:14,071[B  ]| And the low world in$4$ measured motion draw 
131:14,072[B  ]| After the heavenly tune, which$6#1$ none can hear 
131:14,073[B  ]| Of human mould with gross unpurged ear; 
131:14,074[B  ]| And yet such music worthiest were to$9$ blaze 
131:14,075[B  ]| The peerless height of her immortal praise, 
131:14,076[B  ]| Whose lustre leads us, and for$4$ her most fit, 
131:14,077[B  ]| If my inferior hand or voice could hit 
131:14,078[B  ]| Inimitable sounds, yet as we go, 
131:14,079[B  ]| Whatever the skill of lesser gods can show, 
131:14,080[B  ]| I will$1$ assay, her worth to$9$ celebrate, 
131:14,081[B  ]| And so$3$ attend ye toward her glittering state; 
131:14,082[B  ]| Where ye may all that$6#1$ are of noble stem 
131:14,083[B  ]| Approach, and kiss her sacred vestures hem.  
131:14,000['  ]| <2.  \SONG.\> 
131:14,084[A  ]| Over the smooth enamelled green 
131:14,085[A  ]| Where no$2$ print of step hath been, 
131:14,086[A  ]| Follow me as I sing, 
131:14,087[A  ]| And touch the warbled string.  
131:14,088[A  ]| Under the shady roof 
131:14,089[A  ]| Of branching Elm Star-proof, 
131:14,090[A  ]| Follow me, 
131:14,091[A  ]| I will$1$ bring you where she sits 
131:14,092[A  ]| Clad in$4$ splendor as befits 
131:14,093[A  ]| Her deity.  
131:14,094[A  ]| Such a rural Queen 
131:14,095[A  ]| All \Arcadia\ hath not seen.  
131:14,000['  ]| <3.  \SONG.\> 
131:14,096[A  ]| Nymphs and Shepherds dance no$2$ more 
131:14,097[A  ]| By$4$ sandy \Ladon's\ Lilied banks.  
131:14,098[A  ]| On$4$ old \Lyco*eus\ or \Cyllene\ hoar, 
131:14,099[A  ]| Trip no$2$ more in$4$ twilight ranks, 
131:14,100[A  ]| Though \Erymanth\ your loss deplore, 
131:14,101[A  ]| A better soil shall give ye thanks.  
131:14,102[A  ]| From the stony \Ma*enalus\, 
131:14,103[A  ]| Bring your Flocks, and live with us, 
131:14,104[A  ]| Here ye shall have greater grace, 
131:14,105[A  ]| To$9$ serve the Lady of this place.  
131:14,106[A  ]| Though \Syrinx\ your \Pan's\ Mistress were, 
131:14,107[A  ]| Yet \Syrinx\ well might wait on$4$ her.  
131:14,108[A  ]| Such a rural Queen 
131:14,109[A  ]| All \Arcadia\ hath not seen.  
131:15,000@@@@@| 
131:15,000['  ]| <Lycidas.> 
131:15,000['  ]| <In this Monody the Author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunatly drown'd> 
131:15,000['  ]| <in his Passage from \Chester\ on the \Irish\ Seas, 1637.  And by> 
131:15,000['  ]| <occasion foretels the ruine of our corrupted Clergy> 
131:15,000['  ]| <then in their height.> 
131:15,001[A  ]| YET once more, O ye Laurels, and once more 
131:15,002[A  ]| Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never-sear, 
131:15,003[A  ]| I come to$9$ pluck your Berries harsh and crude, 
131:15,004[A  ]| And with forced fingers rude, 
131:15,005[A  ]| Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.  
131:15,006[A  ]| Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, 
131:15,007[A  ]| Compels me to$9$ disturb your season due:  
131:15,008[A  ]| For$3$ \Lycidas\ is dead, dead before his prime 
131:15,009[A  ]| Young \Lycidas\, and hath not left his peer:  
131:15,010[A  ]| Who$6#2$ would not sing for$4$ \Lycidas\?  he knew 
131:15,011[A  ]| Himself to$9$ sing, and build the lofty rhyme.  
131:15,012[A  ]| He must not float upon$4$ his watery bier 
131:15,013[A  ]| Unwept, and welter to$4$ the parching wind, 
131:15,014[A  ]| Without the meed of some melodious tear.  
131:15,015[A  ]| Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, 
131:15,016[A  ]| That$6#1$ from beneath the seat of \Jove\ doth spring, 
131:15,017[A  ]| Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.  
131:15,018[A  ]| Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse, 
131:15,019[A  ]| So$3$ may some gentle Muse 
131:15,020[A  ]| With lucky words favour my destined Urn, 
131:15,021[A  ]| And as he passes turn, 
131:15,022[A  ]| And bid fair peace be to$4$ my sable shroud.  
131:15,023[A  ]| For$3$ we were nursed upon$4$ the self-same hill, 
131:15,024[A  ]| Fed the same flock, by$4$ fountain, shade, and rill.  
131:15,025[A  ]| Together both, before the high Lawns appeared 
131:15,026[A  ]| Under the opening eye-lids of the morn, 
131:15,027[A  ]| We drove a field, and both together heard 
131:15,028[A  ]| What time the Gray-fly winds her sultry horn, 
131:15,029[A  ]| Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night, 
131:15,030[A  ]| Oft till the Star that$6#1$ rose, at Evening, bright 
131:15,031[A  ]| Toward Heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel.  
131:15,032[A  ]| Meanwhile the Rural ditties were not mute, 
131:15,033[A  ]| Tempered to$4$ the Oaten Flute; 
131:15,034[A  ]| Rough \Satyrs\ danced, and \Fauns\ with cloven heel, 
131:15,035[A  ]| From the glad sound would not be absent long, 
131:15,036[A  ]| And old \Dama*etas\ loved to$9$ hear our song.  
131:15,037[A  ]| But O the heavy change, now thou art gone, 
131:15,038[A  ]| Now thou art gone, and never must return!  
131:15,039[A  ]| Thee Shepherd, thee the Woods, and desert Caves, 
131:15,040[A  ]| With wilde Thyme and the gadding Vine overgrown, 
131:15,041[A  ]| And all their echoes mourn.  
131:15,042[A  ]| The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, 
131:15,043[A  ]| Shall now no$2$ more be seen, 
131:15,044[A  ]| Fanning their joyous Leaves to$4$ thy soft lays.  
131:15,045[A  ]| As killing as the Canker to$4$ the Rose, 
131:15,046[A  ]| Or Taint-worm to$4$ the weanling Herds that$6#1$ graze, 
131:15,047[A  ]| Or Frost to$4$ Flowers, that$6#1$ their gay wardrobe wear, 
131:15,048[A  ]| When first the White thorn blows; 
131:15,049[A  ]| Such, \Lycidas\, thy loss to$4$ Shepherd's ear.  
131:15,050[A  ]| Where were ye Nymphs when the remorseless deep 
131:15,051[A  ]| Closed over the head of your loved \Lycidas\?  
131:15,052[A  ]| For$3$ neither were ye playing on$4$ the steep, 
131:15,053[A  ]| Where your old \Bards\, the famous \Druids\ lie, 
131:15,054[A  ]| Nor on$4$ the shaggy top of \Mona\ high, 
131:15,055[A  ]| Nor yet where \Deva\ spreads her wizard stream:  
131:15,056[A  ]| Ay me, I fondly dream!  
131:15,057[A  ]| Had ye been there ~~ for$3$ what could that$6#2$ have done?  
131:15,058[A  ]| What could the Muse herself that$6#1$ \Orpheus\ bore, 
131:15,059[A  ]| The Muse herself, for$4$ her enchanting son 
131:15,060[A  ]| Whom Universal nature did lament, 
131:15,061[A  ]| When by$4$ the rout that$6#1$ made the hideous roar, 
131:15,062[A  ]| His gory visage down the stream was sent, 
131:15,063[A  ]| Down the swift \Hebrus\ to$4$ the \Lesbian\ shore.  
131:15,064[A  ]| Alas!  What boots it with uncessant care 
131:15,065[A  ]| To$9$ tend the homely slighted Shepherd's trade, 
131:15,066[A  ]| And strictly meditate the thankless Muse, 
131:15,067[A  ]| Were it not better done as others use, 
131:15,068[A  ]| To$9$ sport with \Amaryllis\ in$4$ the shade, 
131:15,069[A  ]| Or with the tangles of \Nea*era's\ hair?  
131:15,070[A  ]| \Fame\ is the spur that$6#1$ the clear spirit doth raise 
131:15,071[A  ]| (That$6#2$ last infirmity of Noble mind) 
131:15,072[A  ]| To$9$ scorn delights, and live laborious days; 
131:15,073[A  ]| But the fair Guerdon when we hope to$9$ find, 
131:15,074[A  ]| And think to$9$ burst out into sudden blaze, 
131:15,075[A  ]| Comes the blind \Fury\ with the abhorred shears, 
131:15,076[A  ]| And slits the thin spun life.  But not the praise, 
131:15,077[A  ]| \Pho*ebus\ replied, and touched my trembling ears; 
131:15,078[A  ]| \Fame\ is no$2$ plant that$6#1$ grows on$4$ mortal soil, 
131:15,079[A  ]| Nor in$4$ the glistering foil 
131:15,080[A  ]| Set off to$4$ the world, nor in$4$ broad rumour lies, 
131:15,081[A  ]| But lives and spreads aloft by$4$ those pure eyes, 
131:15,082[A  ]| And perfect witness of all judging \Jove\; 
131:15,083[A  ]| As he pronounces lastly on$4$ each deed, 
131:15,084[A  ]| Of so$5#1$ much fame in$4$ Heaven expect thy meed.  
131:15,085[A  ]| O Fountain \Arethuse\, and thou honoured flood, 
131:15,086[A  ]| Smooth-sliding \Mincius\, crowned with vocal reeds, 
131:15,087[A  ]| That$6#2$ strain I heard was of a higher mood:  
131:15,088[A  ]| But now my Oat proceeds, 
131:15,089[A  ]| And listens to$4$ the Herald of the Sea 
131:15,090[A  ]| That$6#1$ came in$4$ \Neptune's\ plea, 
131:15,091[A  ]| He asked the Waves, and asked the Felon winds, 
131:15,092[A  ]| What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain?  
131:15,093[A  ]| And questioned every gust of rugged wings 
131:15,094[A  ]| That$6#1$ blows from off each beaked Promontory, 
131:15,095[A  ]| They knew not of his story, 
131:15,096[A  ]| And sage \Hippotades\ their answer brings, 
131:15,097[A  ]| That$3$ not a blast was from his dungeon strayed, 
131:15,098[A  ]| The Air was calm, and on$4$ the level brine, 
131:15,099[A  ]| Sleek \Panope\ with all her sisters played.  
131:15,100[A  ]| It was that$6#2$ fatal and perfidious Bark 
131:15,101[A  ]| Built in$4$ the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, 
131:15,102[A  ]| That$6#1$ sunk so$5#1$ low that$6#2$ sacred head of thine.  
131:15,103[A  ]| Next \Camus\, reverend Sire, went footing slow, 
131:15,104[A  ]| His Mantle hairy, and his Bonnet sedge, 
131:15,105[A  ]| Inwrought with figures dim, and on$4$ the edge 
131:15,106[A  ]| Like$4$ to$4$ that$6#2$ sanguine flower inscribed with woe.  
131:15,107[A  ]| Ah; Who$6#2$ hath reft (quoth he) my dearest pledge?  
131:15,108[A  ]| Last came, and last did go, 
131:15,109[A  ]| The Pilot of the \Galilean\ lake, 
131:15,110[A  ]| Two massy Keys he bore of metals twain, 
131:15,111[A  ]| (The Golden opes, the Iron shuts amain) 
131:15,112[A  ]| He shook his Mitred locks, and stern bespake, 
131:15,113[A  ]| How well could I have spared for$4$ thee, young swain, 
131:15,114[A  ]| Enough of such as for$4$ their bellies' sake, 
131:15,115[A  ]| Creep and intrude, and climb into the fold?  
131:15,116[A  ]| Of other care they little reckoning make, 
131:15,117[A  ]| Than how to$9$ scramble at the shearers' feast, 
131:15,118[A  ]| And shove away the worthy bidden guest.  
131:15,119[A  ]| Blind mouths!  that$6#1$ scarce themselves know how to$9$ hold 
131:15,120[A  ]| A Sheep-hook, or have learned ought else the least 
131:15,121[A  ]| That$6#1$ to$4$ the faithful Herdman's art belongs!  
131:15,122[A  ]| What recks it them?  What need they?  They are sped; 
131:15,123[A  ]| And when thy list, their lean and flashy songs 
131:15,124[A  ]| Grate on$4$ their scrannel Pipes of wretched straw, 
131:15,125[A  ]| The hungry Sheep look up$5$, and are not fed, 
131:15,126[A  ]| But swollen with wind, and the rank mist they draw, 
131:15,127[A  ]| Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread:  
131:15,128[A  ]| Besides what the grim Wolf with privy paw 
131:15,129[A  ]| Daily devours apace, and nothing said, 
131:15,130[A  ]| But that$6#2$ two-handed engine at the door, 
131:15,131[A  ]| Stands ready to$9$ smite once, and smite no$2$ more.  
131:15,132[A  ]| Return \Alpheus\, the dread voice is past, 
131:15,133[A  ]| That$6#1$ shrunk thy streams; Return \Sicilian\ Muse, 
131:15,134[A  ]| And call the Vales, and bid them hither cast 
131:15,135[A  ]| Their Bells, and Flowerets of a thousand hues.  
131:15,136[A  ]| Ye valleys low where the mild whispers use, 
131:15,137[A  ]| Of shades and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, 
131:15,138[A  ]| On$4$ whose fresh lap the swart Star sparely looks, 
131:15,139[A  ]| Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, 
131:15,140[A  ]| That$6#1$ on$4$ the green turf suck the honeyed showers, 
131:15,141[A  ]| And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.  
131:15,142[A  ]| Bring the rathe Primrose that$6#1$ forsaken dies.  
131:15,143[A  ]| The tufted Crow-toe, and pale Jessamine, 
131:15,144[A  ]| The white Pink, and the Pansy freaked with jet, 
131:15,145[A  ]| The glowing Violet.  
131:15,146[A  ]| The Musk-rose, and the well attired Woodbine.  
131:15,147[A  ]| With Cowslips wan that$6#1$ hang the pensive head, 
131:15,148[A  ]| And every flower that$6#1$ sad embroidery wears:  
131:15,149[A  ]| Bid \Amaranthus\ all his beauty shed, 
131:15,150[A  ]| And Daffadillies fill their cups with tears, 
131:15,151[A  ]| To$9$ strew the Laureat Hearse where \Lycid\ lies.  
131:15,152[A  ]| For$3$ so$3$ to$9$ interpose a little ease, 
131:15,153[A  ]| Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise.  
131:15,154[A  ]| Ay me!  Whilst thee the shores, and sounding Seas 
131:15,155[A  ]| Wash far away, wherever thy bones are hurled, 
131:15,156[A  ]| Whether beyond the stormy \Hebrides\, 
131:15,157[A  ]| Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide 
131:15,158[A  ]| Visitest the bottom of the monstrous world; 
131:15,159[A  ]| Or whether thou to$4$ our moist vows denied, 
131:15,160[A  ]| Sleepest by$4$ the fable of \Bellerus\ old, 
131:15,161[A  ]| Where the great vision of the guarded Mount 
131:15,162[A  ]| Looks toward \Namancos\ and \Bayona's\ hold; 
131:15,163[A  ]| Look homeward Angel now, and melt with ruth.  
131:15,164[A  ]| And, O ye \Dolphins\, waft the hapless youth.  
131:15,165[A  ]| Weep no$2$ more, woeful Shepherds weep no$2$ more, 
131:15,166[A  ]| For$4$ \Lycidas\ your sorrow is not dead, 
131:15,167[A  ]| Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor, 
131:15,168[A  ]| So$3$ sinks the day-star in$4$ the Ocean bed, 
131:15,169[A  ]| And yet anon repairs his drooping head, 
131:15,170[A  ]| And tricks his beams, and with new spangled Ore, 
131:15,171[A  ]| Flames in$4$ the forehead of the morning sky:  
131:15,172[A  ]| So$3$ \Lycidas\ sunk low, but mounted high, 
131:15,173[A  ]| Through the dear might of him that$6#1$ walked the waves 
131:15,174[A  ]| Where other groves, and other streams along, 
131:15,175[A  ]| With \Nectar\ pure his oozy Locks he laves, 
131:15,176[A  ]| And hears the unexpressive nuptial Song, 
131:15,177[A  ]| In$4$ the blessed Kingdoms meek of joy and love.  
131:15,178[A  ]| There entertain him all the Saints above, 
131:15,179[A  ]| In$4$ solemn troops, and sweet Societies 
131:15,180[A  ]| That$6#1$ sing, and singing in$4$ their glory move, 
131:15,181[A  ]| And wipe the tears forever from his eyes.  
131:15,182[A  ]| Now \Lycidas\ the Shepherds weep no$2$ more; 
131:15,183[A  ]| Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore, 
131:15,184[A  ]| In$4$ thy large recompense, and shalt be good 
131:15,185[A  ]| To$4$ all that$6#1$ wander in$4$ that$6#2$ perilous flood.  
131:15,186[A  ]| Thus sang the uncouth Swain to$4$ the Oaks and rills, 
131:15,187[A  ]| While the still morn went out with Sandals gray, 
131:15,188[A  ]| He touched the tender stops of various Quills, 
131:15,189[A  ]| With eager thought warbling his \Doric\ lay:  
131:15,190[A  ]| And now the Sun had stretched out all the hills, 
131:15,191[A  ]| And now was dropped into the Western bay; 
131:15,192[A  ]| At last he rose, and twitched his Mantle blue:  
131:15,193[A  ]| Tomorrow to$4$ fresh Woods, and Pastures new.  
131:16,000@@@@@| 
131:16,000['  ]| <POEMS ADDED IN THE 1673 EDITION.> 
131:16,000['  ]| <7Anno 7aetatis 17.> 
131:16,000['  ]| <\On the Death of a fair Infant dying of a Cough.\> 
131:16,000['  ]| <I> 
131:16,001[A  ]| O FAIREST flower no$2$ sooner blown but blasted, 
131:16,002[A  ]| Soft silken Primrose fading timelessly, 
131:16,003[A  ]| Summer's chief honour if thou hadst out-lasted 
131:16,004[A  ]| Bleak winters force that$6#1$ made thy blossom dry; 
131:16,005[A  ]| For$3$ he being amorous on$4$ that$6#2$ lovely dye 
131:16,006[A  ]| That$6#1$ did thy cheek envermeil, thought to$9$ kiss 
131:16,007[A  ]| But killed alas, and then bewailed his fatal bliss.  
131:16,000['  ]| <II> 
131:16,008[A  ]| For$3$ since grim Aquilo his charioteer 
131:16,009[A  ]| By$4$ boisterous rape the Athenian damsel got, 
131:16,010[A  ]| He thought it touched his Deity full near, 
131:16,011[A  ]| If likewise he some fair one wedded not, 
131:16,012[A  ]| Thereby to$9$ wipe away the infamous blot, 
131:16,013[A  ]| Of long-uncoupled bed, and childless eld, 
131:16,014[A  ]| Which$6#1$ amongst the wanton gods a foul reproach was held.  
131:16,000['  ]| <III> 
131:16,015[A  ]| So$3$ mounting up$5$ in$4$ icy-pearled car, 
131:16,016[A  ]| Through middle empire of the freezing air 
131:16,017[A  ]| He wandered long, till thee he spied from far, 
131:16,018[A  ]| There ended was his quest, there ceased his care.  
131:16,019[A  ]| Down he descended from his Snow-soft chair, 
131:16,020[A  ]| But all unwares with his cold-kind embrace 
131:16,021[A  ]| Unhoused thy Virgin Soul from her fair biding place.  
131:16,000['  ]| <IV> 
131:16,022[A  ]| Yet art thou not inglorious in$4$ thy fate; 
131:16,023[A  ]| For$3$ so$3$ \Apollo\, with unweeting hand 
131:16,024[A  ]| Whilome did slay his dearly-loved mate 
131:16,025[A  ]| Young \Hyacinth\ born on$4$ \Eurotas'\ strand, 
131:16,026[A  ]| Young \Hyacinth\ the pride of \Spartan\ land; 
131:16,027[A  ]| But then transformed him to$4$ a purple flower 
131:16,028[A  ]| Alack that$3$ so$5#2$ to$9$ change thee winter had no$2$ power.  
131:16,000['  ]| <V> 
131:16,029[A  ]| Yet can I not persuade me thou art dead 
131:16,030[A  ]| Or that$3$ thy corpse corrupts in$4$ earth's dark womb, 
131:16,031[A  ]| Or that$3$ thy beauties lie in$4$ wormy bed, 
131:16,032[A  ]| Hid from the world in a low delved tomb; 
131:16,033[A  ]| Could Heaven for$4$ pity thee so$5#1$ strictly doom?  
131:16,034[A  ]| Oh no$7$!  for$3$ something in$4$ thy face did shine 
131:16,035[A  ]| Above mortality that$6#1$ shewed thou wast divine.  
131:16,000['  ]| <VI> 
131:16,036[A  ]| Resolve me then oh Soul most surely blessed 
131:16,037[A  ]| (If so$3$ it be that$3$ thou these plaints dost hear) 
131:16,038[A  ]| Tell me bright Spirit wherever thou hoverest 
131:16,039[A  ]| Whether above that$6#2$ high first-moving Spheare 
131:16,040[A  ]| Or in$4$ the Elysian fields (if such there were.) 
131:16,041[A  ]| Oh say me true if thou wert mortal wight 
131:16,042[A  ]| And why from us so$5#1$ quickly thou didst take thy flight.  
131:16,000['  ]| <VII> 
131:16,043[A  ]| Wert thou some Star which$6#1$ from the ruined roof 
131:16,044[A  ]| Of shaked Olympus by$4$ mischance didst fall; 
131:16,045[A  ]| Which$6#1$ carefull \Jove\ in$4$ nature's true behoof 
131:16,046[A  ]| Took up$5$, and in$4$ fit place did reinstal?  
131:16,047[A  ]| Or did of late earth's Sons besiege the wall 
131:16,048[A  ]| Of sheeny Heaven, and thou some goddess fled 
131:16,049[A  ]| Amongst us here below to$9$ hide thy nectared head.  
131:16,000['  ]| <VIII> 
131:16,050[A  ]| Or wert thou that$6#2$ just Maid who$6#1$ once before 
131:16,051[A  ]| Forsook the hated earth, O tell me sooth 
131:16,052[A  ]| And camest again to$9$ visit us once more?  
131:16,053[A  ]| Or wert thou that$6#2$ sweet smiling Youth!  
131:16,054[A  ]| Or that$6#2$ crowned Matron sage white-robed Truth?  
131:16,055[A  ]| Or any other of that$6#2$ heavenly brood 
131:16,056[A  ]| Let down in$4$ cloudy throne to$9$ do the world some good.  
131:16,000['  ]| <IX> 
131:16,057[A  ]| Or wert thou of the golden-winged host, 
131:16,058[A  ]| Who$6#1$ having clad thyself in$4$ human weed, 
131:16,059[A  ]| To$4$ earth from thy pra*efixed seat didst post, 
131:16,060[A  ]| And after short abode fly back with speed, 
131:16,061[A  ]| As if to$9$ shew what creatures Heaven doth breed, 
131:16,062[A  ]| Thereby to$9$ set the hearts of men on$4$ fire 
131:16,063[A  ]| To$9$ scorn the sordid world, and unto Heaven aspire.  
131:16,000['  ]| <X> 
131:16,064[A  ]| But oh why didst thou not stay here below 
131:16,065[A  ]| To$9$ bless us with thy heaven-loved innocence, 
131:16,066[A  ]| To$9$ slake his wrath whom sin hath made our foe 
131:16,067[A  ]| To$9$ turn Swift-rushing black perdition hence, 
131:16,068[A  ]| Or drive away the slaughtering pestilence, 
131:16,069[A  ]| To$9$ stand between us and our deserved smart 
131:16,070[A  ]| But thou canst best perform that$6#2$ office where thou art.  
131:16,000['  ]| <XI> 
131:16,071[A  ]| Then thou the mother of so$5#1$ sweet a child 
131:16,072[A  ]| Her false imagined loss cease to$9$ lament, 
131:16,073[A  ]| And wisely learn to$9$ curb thy sorrows wild; 
131:16,074[A  ]| Think what a present thou to$4$ God hast sent, 
131:16,075[A  ]| And render him with patience what he lent; 
131:16,076[A  ]| This if thou do he will$1$ an off-spring give, 
131:16,077[A  ]| That$6#1$ till the worlds last-end shall make thy name to$9$ live.  
131:17,000@@@@@| 
131:17,000['  ]| <At a Vacation Exercise.> 
131:17,000['  ]| <7Anno 7Aetatis 19.  \At a Vacation Exercise in the\> 
131:17,000['  ]| <\Colledge, part\ Latin, \part\ English.  \The\ Latin> 
131:17,000['  ]| <\speeches ended, the\ English \thus began.\> 
131:17,001[A  ]| HAIL native Language, that$6#1$ by$4$ sinews weak 
131:17,002[A  ]| Didst move my first endeavouring tongue to$9$ speak, 
131:17,003[A  ]| And mad'st imperfect words with childish trips, 
131:17,004[A  ]| Half unpronounc't, slide through my infant-lips, 
131:17,005[A  ]| Driving dumb silence from the portal door, 
131:17,006[A  ]| Where he had mutely sat two years before:  
131:17,007[A  ]| Here I salute thee and thy pardon ask, 
131:17,008[A  ]| That$3$ now I use thee in$4$ my latter task:  
131:17,009[A  ]| Small loss it is that$3$ thence can come unto thee, 
131:17,010[A  ]| I know my tongue but little Grace can do thee:  
131:17,011[A  ]| Thou needst not be ambitous to$9$ be first, 
131:17,012[A  ]| Believe me I have thither packed the worst:  
131:17,013[A  ]| And, if it happen as I did forecast, 
131:17,014[A  ]| The daintiest dishes shall be served up$5$ last.  
131:17,015[A  ]| I pray thee then deny me not thy aid 
131:17,016[A  ]| For$4$ this same small neglect that$6#1$ I have made:  
131:17,017[A  ]| But haste thee strait to$9$ do me once a Pleasure, 
131:17,018[A  ]| And from thy wardrobe bring thy chiefest treasure; 
131:17,019[A  ]| Not those new fangled toys, and trimming slight 
131:17,020[A  ]| Which$6#1$ takes our late fantastics with delight, 
131:17,021[A  ]| But cull those richest Robes, and gayest attire 
131:17,022[A  ]| Which$6#1$ deepest Spirits, and choicest Wits desire:  
131:17,023[A  ]| I have some naked thoughts that$6#1$ rove about 
131:17,024[A  ]| And loudly knock to$9$ have their passage out; 
131:17,025[A  ]| And weary of their place do only stay 
131:17,026[A  ]| Till thou hast decked them in$4$ thy best array; 
131:17,027[A  ]| That$3$ so$3$ they may without suspect or fears 
131:17,028[A  ]| Fly swiftly to$4$ this fair Assembly's ears; 
131:17,029[A  ]| Yet I had rather if I were to$9$ choose, 
131:17,030[A  ]| Thy service in$4$ some graver subject use, 
131:17,031[A  ]| Such as may make thee search thy coffers round, 
131:17,032[A  ]| Before thou clothe my fancy in$4$ fit sound:  
131:17,033[A  ]| Such where the deep transported mind may soar 
131:17,034[A  ]| Above the wheeling poles, and at Heaven's door 
131:17,035[A  ]| Look in$5$, and see each blissful Deity 
131:17,036[A  ]| How he before the thunderous throne doth lie, 
131:17,037[A  ]| Listening to$4$ what unshorn \Apollo\ sings 
131:17,038[A  ]| To$4$ the touch of golden wires, while \Hebe\ brings 
131:17,039[A  ]| Immortal Nectar to$4$ her Kingly Sire:  
131:17,040[A  ]| Then passing through the Spheres of watchful fire, 
131:17,041[A  ]| And misty Regions of wide air next under, 
131:17,042[A  ]| And hills of Snow and lofts of piled Thunder, 
131:17,043[A  ]| May tell at length how green-eyed \Neptune\ raves, 
131:17,044[A  ]| In$4$ Heaven's defiance mustering all his waves; 
131:17,045[A  ]| Then sing of secret things that$6#1$ came to$9$ pass 
131:17,046[A  ]| When Beldam Nature in$4$ her cradle was; 
131:17,047[A  ]| And last of Kings and Queens and \Hero's\ old, 
131:17,048[A  ]| Such as the wise \Demodocus\ once told 
131:17,049[A  ]| In$4$ solemn Songs at King \Alcinous\ feast, 
131:17,050[A  ]| While sad \Ulysses'\ soul and all the rest 
131:17,051[A  ]| Are held with his melodious harmony 
131:17,052[A  ]| In$4$ willing chains and sweet captivity.  
131:17,053[A  ]| But fie my wandering Muse how thou dost stray!  
131:17,054[A  ]| Expectance calls thee now another way, 
131:17,055[A  ]| Thou knowest it must be now thy only bent 
131:17,056[A  ]| To$9$ keep in$4$ compass of thy Predicament:  
131:17,057[A  ]| Then quick about thy purposed business come, 
131:17,058[A  ]| That$3$ to$4$ the next I may resign my Room.  
131:17,000['  ]| <\Then\ Ens \is represented as Father of the Pra*edicaments\> 
131:17,000['  ]| <\his ten Sons, whereof the Eldest stood for\ Substance \with\> 
131:17,000['  ]| <\his Canons, which\ Ens \thus speaking, explains.\> 
131:17,059[A  ]| Good luck befriend thee Son; for$3$ at thy birth 
131:17,060[A  ]| The Fairy Ladies danced upon$4$ the hearth; 
131:17,061[A  ]| Thy drowsy Nurse hath sworn she did them spy 
131:17,062[A  ]| Come tripping to$4$ the Room where thou didst lie; 
131:17,063[A  ]| And sweetly singing round about thy Bed 
131:17,064[A  ]| Strew all their blessings on$4$ thy sleeping Head.  
131:17,065[A  ]| She heard them give thee this, that$3$ thou shouldst still 
131:17,066[A  ]| From eyes of mortals walk invisible, 
131:17,067[A  ]| Yet there is something that$6#1$ doth force my fear, 
131:17,068[A  ]| For$3$ once it was my dismal hap to$9$ hear 
131:17,069[A  ]| A \Sybil\ old, bow-bent with crooked age, 
131:17,070[A  ]| That$6#1$ far events full wisely could presage, 
131:17,071[A  ]| And in$4$ Times long and dark Prospective Glass 
131:17,072[A  ]| Fore-saw what future days should bring to$9$ pass, 
131:17,073[A  ]| Your Son, said she, (nor can you it prevent) 
131:17,074[A  ]| Shall subject be to$4$ many an Accident.  
131:17,075[A  ]| Over all his Brethren he shall Reign as King, 
131:17,076[A  ]| Yet everyone shall make him underling, 
131:17,077[A  ]| And those that$6#1$ can not live from him asunder 
131:17,078[A  ]| Ungratefully shall strive to$9$ keep him under, 
131:17,079[A  ]| In$4$ worth and excellence he shall out-go them, 
131:17,080[A  ]| Yet being above them, he shall be below them; 
131:17,081[A  ]| From others he shall stand in$4$ need of nothing, 
131:17,082[A  ]| Yet on$4$ his Brothers shall depend for$4$ Clothing.  
131:17,083[A  ]| To$9$ find a Foe it shall not be his hap, 
131:17,084[A  ]| And peace shall lull him in$4$ her flowery lap; 
131:17,085[A  ]| Yet shall he live in$4$ strife, and at his door 
131:17,086[A  ]| Devouring war shall never cease to$9$ roar; 
131:17,087[A  ]| Yea it shall be his natural property 
131:17,088[A  ]| To$9$ harbour those that$6#1$ are at enmity.  
131:17,089[A  ]| What power, what force, what mighty spell, if not 
131:17,090[A  ]| Your learned hands, can loose this Gordian knot?  
131:17,000['  ]| <\The next\ Quantity \and\ Quality, \spake in Prose, then\ > 
131:17,000['  ]| < Relation \was call'd by his Name.\> 
131:17,091[A  ]| Rivers arise; whether thou be the Son, 
131:17,092[A  ]| Of utmost \Tweed\, or \Ouse\, or gulphy \Dun\, 
131:17,093[A  ]| Or \Trent\, who$6#1$ like$4$ some earth-born Giant spreads 
131:17,094[A  ]| His thirty Arms along the indented Meads, 
131:17,095[A  ]| Or sullen \Mole\ that$6#1$ runneth underneath, 
131:17,096[A  ]| Or \Severn\ swift, guilty of Maidens' death, 
131:17,097[A  ]| Or Rocky \Avon\, or of Sedgy \Lee\, 
131:17,098[A  ]| Or Coaly \Tyne\, or ancient hallowed \Dee\, 
131:17,099[A  ]| Or \Humber\ loud that$6#1$ keeps the \Scythian's\ Name, 
131:17,100[A  ]| Or \Medway\ smooth, or Royal Towered \Thame\.  
131:17,000['  ]| <\The rest was Prose.\> 
131:18,000@@@@@| 
131:18,000['  ]| <\The Fifth Ode of\ Horace.  \Lib.\ I.> 
131:18,000['  ]| <\7Quis 7multa 7gracilis 7te 7puer 7in 7Rosa,\>
131:18,000['  ]| <\Rendred almost word for word with-out\> 
131:18,000['  ]| <\Rhyme according to the Latin Measure, as near as the\>
131:18,000['  ]| <\ Language will permit.\> 
131:18,001[A  ]| WHAT slender Youth bedewed with liquid odours 
131:18,002[A  ]| Courts thee on$4$ Roses in$4$ some pleasant Cave, 
131:18,003[A  ]| \Pyrrha\ for$4$ whom bindest thou 
131:18,004[A  ]| In$4$ wreaths thy golden Hair, 
131:18,005[A  ]| Plain in$4$ thy neatness; O how oft shall he 
131:18,006[A  ]| On$4$ Faith and changed Gods complain:  and Seas 
131:18,007[A  ]| Rough with black winds and storms 
131:18,008[A  ]| Unwonted shall admire:  
131:18,009[A  ]| Who$6#1$ now enjoys thee credulous, all Gold, 
131:18,010[A  ]| Who$6#1$ always vacant, always amiable 
131:18,011[A  ]| Hopes thee; of flattering gales 
131:18,012[A  ]| Unmindful.  Hapless they 
131:18,013[A  ]| To$4$ whom thou untried seemest fair.  Me in$4$ my vowed 
131:18,014[A  ]| Picture the sacred wall declares to$9$ have hung 
131:18,015[A  ]| My dank and dropping weeds 
131:18,016[A  ]| To$4$ the stern God of Sea.  
131:18,000['  ]| <\The Latin text follows.\> 
131:19,000@@@@@| 
131:19,000['  ]| <SONNETS.> 
131:19,000['  ]| <XI> 
131:19,001[A  ]| A Book was writ of late called \Tetrachordon\; 
131:19,002[A  ]| And woven close, both matter, form and style; 
131:19,003[A  ]| The Subject new:  it walked the Town a while, 
131:19,004[A  ]| Numbering good intellects; now seldom pored on$5$.  
131:19,005[A  ]| Cries the stall-reader, bless us!  what a word on$4$ 
131:19,006[A  ]| A title page is this!  and some in$4$ file 
131:19,007[A  ]| Stand spelling false, while one might walk to$4$ Mile
131:19,008[A  ]| End Green.  Why is it harder Sirs than Gordon, 
131:19,009[A  ]| Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galasp?  
131:19,010[A  ]| Those rugged names to$4$ our like$2$ mouths grow sleek 
131:19,011[A  ]| That$6#1$ would have made \Quintilian\ stare and gasp.  
131:19,012[A  ]| Thy age, like$4$ ours, O Soul of Sir \John*Cheek\, 
131:19,013[A  ]| Hated not Learning worse than Toad or Asp; 
131:19,014[A  ]| When thou taughtest \Cambridge\, and King \Edward\ Greek.  
131:19,000['  ]| <XII.  \On the same.\> 
131:19,001[A  ]| I did but prompt the age to$9$ quit their clogs 
131:19,002[A  ]| By$4$ the known rules of ancient liberty, 
131:19,003[A  ]| When strait a barbarous noise environs me 
131:19,004[A  ]| Of Owles and Cuckoos, Asses, Apes and Dogs.  
131:19,005[A  ]| As when those Hinds that$6#1$ were transformed to$4$ Frogs 
131:19,006[A  ]| Railed at \Latona's\ twin-born progeny 
131:19,007[A  ]| Which$6#1$ after held the Sun and Moon in$4$ fee.  
131:19,008[A  ]| But this is got by$4$ casting Pearl to$4$ Hogs; 
131:19,009[A  ]| That$6#1$ bawl for$4$ freedom in$4$ their senseless mood, 
131:19,010[A  ]| And still revolt when truth would set them free.  
131:19,011[A  ]| Licence they mean when they cry liberty; 
131:19,012[A  ]| For$3$ who$6#1$ loves that$6#2$, must first be wise and good; 
131:19,013[A  ]| But from that$6#2$ mark how far they rove we see 
131:19,014[A  ]| For$4$ all this waste of wealth, and loss of blood.  
131:19,000['  ]| <\To Mr.\ H.  Lawes, \on his Aires.\> 
131:19,000['  ]| <XIII> 
131:19,001[A  ]| \Harry\ whose tuneful and well measured Son 
131:19,002[A  ]| First taught our English Music how to$9$ span 
131:19,003[A  ]| Words with just note and accent, not to$9$ scan 
131:19,004[A  ]| With \Midas\ Ears, committing short and long; 
131:19,005[A  ]| Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the throng, 
131:19,006[A  ]| With praise enough for$4$ Envy to$9$ look wan; 
131:19,007[A  ]| To$4$ after age thou shalt be writ the man, 
131:19,008[A  ]| That$6#1$ with smooth air couldst humour best our tongue.  
131:19,009[A  ]| Thou honourest Verse, and Verse must send her wing 
131:19,010[A  ]| To$9$ honour thee, the Priest of \Pho*ebus\ Quire 
131:19,011[A  ]| That$6#1$ tunest their happiest lines in$4$ Hymn, or Story, 
131:19,012[A  ]| \Dante\ shall give Fame leave to$9$ set thee higher 
131:19,013[A  ]| Than his \Casella\, whom he wooed to$9$ sing 
131:19,014[A  ]| Met in$4$ the milder shades of Purgatory.  
131:19,000['  ]| <XIV> 
131:19,001[A  ]| When Faith and Love which$6#1$ parted from thee never, 
131:19,002[A  ]| Had ripened thy just soul to$9$ dwell with God, 
131:19,003[A  ]| Meekly thou didst resign this earthy load 
131:19,004[A  ]| Of Death, called Life; which$6#1$ us from Life doth sever.  
131:19,005[A  ]| Thy Works and Alms and all thy good Endeavour 
131:19,006[A  ]| Stayed not behind, nor in$4$ the grave were trod; 
131:19,007[A  ]| But as Faith pointed with her golden rod, 
131:19,008[A  ]| Followed thee up$5$ to$4$ joy and bliss forever.  
131:19,009[A  ]| Love led them on$5$, and Faith who$6#1$ knew them best 
131:19,010[A  ]| Thy hand-maids, clad them over with purple beams 
131:19,011[A  ]| And azure wings, that$6#1$ up$5$ they flew so$5#1$ dressed, 
131:19,012[A  ]| And speak the truth of thee on$4$ glorious Theams 
131:19,013[A  ]| Before the Judge, who$6#1$ thenceforth bid thee rest 
131:19,014[A  ]| And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams.  
131:19,000['  ]| <\On the Late Massacher in\ Piemont.> 
131:19,000['  ]| <XV> 
131:19,001[A  ]| Avenge O Lord thy slaughtered Saints, whose bones 
131:19,002[A  ]| Lie scattered on$4$ the Alpine mountains cold, 
131:19,003[A  ]| Even them who$6#1$ kept thy truth so$5#1$ pure of old 
131:19,004[A  ]| When all our Fathers worshipped Stocks and Stones, 
131:19,005[A  ]| Forget not:  in$4$ thy book record their groans 
131:19,006[A  ]| Who$6#1$ were thy Sheep and in$4$ their ancient Fold 
131:19,007[A  ]| Slain by$4$ the bloody \Piemontese\ that$6#1$ rolled 
131:19,008[A  ]| Mother with Infant down the Rocks.  Their moans 
131:19,009[A  ]| The Vales redoubled to$4$ the Hills, and they 
131:19,010[A  ]| To$4$ Heaven.  Their martyred blood and ashes sow 
131:19,011[A  ]| Over all the \Italian\ fields where still doth sway 
131:19,012[A  ]| The triple Tyrant:  that$3$ from these may grow 
131:19,013[A  ]| A hundred-fold, who$6#1$ having learnt thy way 
131:19,014[A  ]| Early may fly the \Babylonian\ woe.  
131:19,000['  ]| <XVI> 
131:19,001[A  ]| When I consider how my light is spent, 
131:19,002[A  ]| Before half my days, in$4$ this dark world and wide, 
131:19,003[A  ]| And that$6#2$ one Talent which$6#1$ is death to$9$ hide, 
131:19,004[A  ]| Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bent 
131:19,005[A  ]| To$9$ serve therewith my Maker, and present 
131:19,006[A  ]| My true account, lest he returning chide, 
131:19,007[A  ]| Doth God exact day-labour, light denied, 
131:19,008[A  ]| I fondly ask; But patience to$9$ prevent 
131:19,009[A  ]| That$6#2$ murmur, soon replies, God doth not need 
131:19,010[A  ]| Either man's work or his own gifts, who$6#1$ best 
131:19,011[A  ]| Bear his milde yoke, they serve him best, his State 
131:19,012[A  ]| Is Kingly.  Thousands at his bidding speed 
131:19,013[A  ]| And post over Land and Ocean without rest:  
131:19,014[A  ]| They also serve who$6#1$ only stand and wait.  
131:19,000['  ]| <XVII> 
131:19,001[A  ]| \Lawrence\ of virtuous Father virtuous Son, 
131:19,002[A  ]| Now that$3$ the Fields are dank, and ways are mire, 
131:19,003[A  ]| Where shall we sometimes meet, and by$4$ the fire 
131:19,004[A  ]| Help waste a sullen day; what may be won 
131:19,005[A  ]| From the hard Season gaining:  time will$1$ run 
131:19,006[A  ]| On$5$ smoother, till \Favonius\ re-inspire 
131:19,007[A  ]| The frozen earth; and clothe in$4$ fresh attire 
131:19,008[A  ]| The Lily and Rose, that$6#1$ neither sowed nor spun.  
131:19,009[A  ]| What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, 
131:19,010[A  ]| Of Attic taste, with Wine, whence we may rise 
131:19,011[A  ]| To$9$ hear the Lute well touched, or artful voice 
131:19,012[A  ]| Warble immortal Notes and \Tuscan\ Ayre?  
131:19,013[A  ]| He who$6#1$ of those delights can judge, and spare 
131:19,014[A  ]| To$9$ interpose them oft, is not unwise.  
131:19,000['  ]| <XVIII> 
131:19,001[A  ]| \Cyriack\, whose Grandsire on$4$ the Royal Bench 
131:19,002[A  ]| Of British \Themis\, with no$2$ mean applause 
131:19,003[A  ]| Pronounced and in$4$ his volumes taught our Lawes, 
131:19,004[A  ]| Which$6#1$ others at their Bar so$5#1$ often wrench:  
131:19,005[A  ]| Today deep thoughts resolve with me to$9$ drench 
131:19,006[A  ]| In$4$ mirth, that$6#1$ after no$2$ repenting draws; 
131:19,007[A  ]| Let \Euclid\ rest and \Archimedes\ pause, 
131:19,008[A  ]| And what the \Swede\ intend, and what the \French\.  
131:19,009[A  ]| To$9$ measure life, learn thou betimes, and know 
131:19,010[A  ]| Toward solid good what leads the nearest way; 
131:19,011[A  ]| For$4$ other things mild Heaven a time ordains, 
131:19,012[A  ]| And disapproves that$6#2$ care, though wise in$4$ show, 
131:19,013[A  ]| That$6#1$ with superfluous burden loads the day, 
131:19,014[A  ]| And when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains.  
131:19,000['  ]| <XIX> 
131:19,001[A  ]| Methought I saw my late espoused Saint 
131:19,002[A  ]| Brought to$4$ me like$4$ \Alcestis\ from the grave, 
131:19,003[A  ]| Whom \Joves\ great Son to$4$ her glad Husband gave, 
131:19,004[A  ]| Rescued from death by$4$ force though pale and faint.  
131:19,005[A  ]| Mine as whom washed from spot of child-bed taint, 
131:19,006[A  ]| Purification in$4$ the old Law did save, 
131:19,007[A  ]| And such, as yet once more I trust to$9$ have 
131:19,008[A  ]| Full sight of her in$4$ Heaven without restraint, 
131:19,009[A  ]| Came vested all in$4$ white, pure as her mind:  
131:19,010[A  ]| Her face was veiled, yet to$4$ my fancied sight, 
131:19,011[A  ]| Love, sweetness, goodness, in$4$ her person shined 
131:19,012[A  ]| So$5#1$ clear, as in$4$ no$2$ face with more delight.  
131:19,013[A  ]| But O as to$9$ embrace me she inclined 
131:19,014[A  ]| I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.  
131:19,000['  ]| <\On the new forcers of Conscience under the\> 
131:19,000['  ]| <\Long PARLIAMENT.\> 
131:19,001[A  ]| Because you have thrown off your Prelate Lord, 
131:19,002[A  ]| And with stiff Vows renounced his Liturgy 
131:19,003[A  ]| To$9$ seize the widowed whore Plurality 
131:19,004[A  ]| From them whose sin ye envied, not abhorred, 
131:19,005[A  ]| Dare ye for$4$ this adjure the Civil Sword 
131:19,006[A  ]| To$9$ force our Consciences that$6#1$ Christ set free, 
131:19,007[A  ]| And ride us with a classic Hierarchy 
131:19,008[A  ]| Taught ye by$4$ mere \A%*S%\ and \Rotherford\?  
131:19,009[A  ]| Men whose Life, Learning, Faith and pure intent 
131:19,010[A  ]| Would have been held in$4$ high esteem with \Paul\ 
131:19,011[A  ]| Must now be named and printed Heretic 
131:19,012[A  ]| By$4$ shallow \Edwards\ and Scotch what do ye call:  
131:19,013[A  ]| But we do hope to$9$ find out all your tricks, 
131:19,014[A  ]| Your plots and packing worse than those of \Trent\, 
131:19,015[A  ]| That$3$ so$5#2$ the Parliament 
131:19,016[A  ]| May with their wholsome and preventive Shears 
131:19,017[A  ]| Clip your Phylacteries, though baulk your Ears, 
131:19,018[A  ]| And succour our just Fears 
131:19,019[A  ]| When they shall read this clearly in$4$ your charge 
131:19,020[A  ]| \New Presbyter\ is but \Old Priest\ writ Large.  
131:19,000['  ]| <\On the Lord Gen.\ Fairfax \at the seige of\> 
131:19,000['  ]| <Colchester.> 
131:19,001[A  ]| \Fairfax\, whose name in$4$ armes through Europe rings 
131:19,002[A  ]| Filling each mouth with envy, or with praise, 
131:19,003[A  ]| And all her jealous monarchs with amaze, 
131:19,004[A  ]| And rumours loud, that$6#1$ daunt remotest kings, 
131:19,005[A  ]| Thy firm unshaken virtue ever brings 
131:19,006[A  ]| Victory home, though new rebellions raise 
131:19,007[A  ]| Their Hydra heads, and the false North displays 
131:19,008[A  ]| Her broken league, to$9$ impe their serpent wings, 
131:19,009[A  ]| O yet a nobler task awaits thy hand; 
131:19,010[A  ]| For$3$ what can War, but endless war still breed, 
131:19,011[A  ]| Till Truth, and Right from Violence be freed, 
131:19,012[A  ]| And Public Faith cleared from the shameful brand 
131:19,013[A  ]| Of Public Fraud.  In$4$ vain doth Valour bleed 
131:19,014[A  ]| While Avarice, and Rapine share the land.  
131:19,000['  ]| <\To the Lord Generall\ Cromwell \May 1652.\> 
131:19,000['  ]| <\On the Proposalls of certaine ministers at the\>
131:19,000['  ]| <\Committee for Propagation of the Gospell.\> 
131:19,001[A  ]| \Cromwell\, our chief of men, who$6#1$ through a cloud 
131:19,002[A  ]| Not of war only, but detractions rude, 
131:19,003[A  ]| Guided by$4$ faith and matchless Fortitude 
131:19,004[A  ]| To$4$ peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed, 
131:19,005[A  ]| And on$4$ the neck of crowned Fortune proud 
131:19,006[A  ]| Hast reared God's Trophies, and his work pursued, 
131:19,007[A  ]| While Darwen stream with blood of Scots imbrued, 
131:19,008[A  ]| And \Dunbar field\ resounds thy praises loud, 
131:19,009[A  ]| And Worcester's laureate wreath; yet much remains 
131:19,010[A  ]| To$9$ conquer still; peace hath her victories 
131:19,011[A  ]| No$2$ less renowned than war, new foes arise 
131:19,012[A  ]| Threatening to$9$ bind our souls with secular chains:  
131:19,013[A  ]| Helpe us to$9$ save free Conscience from the paw 
131:19,014[A  ]| Of hireling wolves whose Gospel is their maw.  
131:19,000['  ]| <\To\ Sr Henry Vane \the younger.\> 
131:19,001[A  ]| \Vane\, young in$4$ years, but in$4$ sage counsel old, 
131:19,002[A  ]| Than whom a better Senator never held 
131:19,003[A  ]| The helm of Rome, when gowns not arms repelled 
131:19,004[A  ]| The fierce Epeirot and the African bold, 
131:19,005[A  ]| Whether to$9$ settle peace, or to$9$ unfold 
131:19,006[A  ]| The drift of hollow states, hard to$9$ be spelled, 
131:19,007[A  ]| Then to$9$ advise how war may best, upheld, 
131:19,008[A  ]| Move by$4$ her two main nerves, Iron and Gold 
131:19,009[A  ]| In$4$ all her equipage; besides to$9$ know 
131:19,010[A  ]| Both spiritual power and civil, what each means 
131:19,011[A  ]| What severs each thou hast learnt, which$6#1$ few have done.  
131:19,012[A  ]| The bounds of either sword to$4$ thee we owe.  
131:19,013[A  ]| Therefore on$4$ thy firm hand religion leans 
131:19,014[A  ]| In$4$ peace, and reckons thee her eldest son.  
131:19,000['  ]| <\To Mr.\ Cyriack Skinner \upon his Blindness.\> 
131:19,001[A  ]| \Cyriack\, this three years day these eyes, though clear 
131:19,002[A  ]| To$4$ outward view, of blemish or of spot; 
131:19,003[A  ]| Bereft of light their seeing have forgot, 
131:19,004[A  ]| Nor to$4$ their idle orbs doth sight appear 
131:19,005[A  ]| Of Sun or Moon or Star throughout the year, 
131:19,006[A  ]| Or man or woman.  Yet I argue not 
131:19,007[A  ]| Against heaven's hand or will$1$, nor bate a jot 
131:19,008[A  ]| Of heart or hope; but still bear up$5$ and steer 
131:19,009[A  ]| Right onward.  What supports me, doth thou ask?  
131:19,010[A  ]| The conscience, Friend, to$9$ have lost them overplyed 
131:19,011[A  ]| In$4$ liberty's defence, my noble task, 
131:19,012[A  ]| Of which$6#1$ all Europe talks from side to$4$ side.  
131:19,013[A  ]| This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask 
131:19,014[A  ]| Content though blind, had I no$2$ better guide.
132:01,000@@@@@| 
132:01,000['  ]| <A> 
132:01,000['  ]| <MASK> 
132:01,000['  ]| <PRESENTED> 
132:01,000['  ]| <\AT\ Ludlow-Castle,> 
132:01,000['  ]| <1634.  &c.> 
132:01,000['  ]| <The first Scene discovers a wild Wood.> 
132:01,000['  ]| <\The attendant Spirit descends or enters.\> 
132:01,001[F  ]| BEFORE the starry threshold of \Jove's\ Court 
132:01,002[F  ]| My mansion is, where those immortal shapes 
132:01,003[F  ]| Of bright aerial Spirits live insphered 
132:01,004[F  ]| In$4$ Regions mild of calm and serene Air, 
132:01,005[F  ]| Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot, 
132:01,006[F  ]| Which$6#1$ men call Earth, and with low-thoughted care 
132:01,007[F  ]| Confined, and pestered in$4$ this penfold here, 
132:01,008[F  ]| Strive to$9$ keep up$5$ a frail, and Feverish being 
132:01,009[F  ]| Unmindful of the crown that$6#1$ Virtue gives 
132:01,010[F  ]| After this mortal change, to$4$ her true Servants 
132:01,011[F  ]| Amongst the enthroned gods on$4$ Sainted seats.  
132:01,012[F  ]| Yet some there be that$6#1$ by$4$ due steps aspire 
132:01,013[F  ]| To$9$ lay their just hands on$4$ that$6#2$ Golden Key 
132:01,014[F  ]| That$6#1$ opes the Palace of Eternity:  
132:01,015[F  ]| To$4$ such my errand is, and but for$4$ such, 
132:01,016[F  ]| I would not soil these pure Ambrosial weeds.  
132:01,017[F  ]| With the rank vapours of this Sin-worn mould.  
132:01,018[F  ]| But to$4$ my task.  \Neptune\ besides the sway 
132:01,019[F  ]| Of every salt Flood, and each ebbing Stream, 
132:01,020[F  ]| Took in$5$ by$4$ lot between high, and nether \Jove\, 
132:01,021[F  ]| Imperial rule of all the Sea-girt Isles 
132:01,022[F  ]| That$6#1$ like$5$ to$4$ rich, and various gems inlay 
132:01,023[F  ]| The unadorned bosom of the Deep, 
132:01,024[F  ]| Which$6#1$ he to$9$ grace his tributary gods 
132:01,025[F  ]| By$4$ course commits to$4$ several government, 
132:01,026[F  ]| And gives them leave to$9$ wear their Sapphire crowns, 
132:01,027[F  ]| And wield their little tridents, but this Isle 
132:01,028[F  ]| The greatest, and the best of all the main 
132:01,029[F  ]| He quarters to$4$ his blue-haired deities, 
132:01,030[F  ]| And all this tract that$6#1$ fronts the falling sun 
132:01,031[F  ]| A noble Peer of mickle trust, and power 
132:01,032[F  ]| Has in$4$ his charge, with tempered awe to$9$ guide 
132:01,033[F  ]| An old, and haughty Nation proud in$4$ Arms:  
132:01,034[F  ]| Where his fair offspring nursed in$4$ Princely lore, 
132:01,035[F  ]| Are coming to$9$ attend their Father's state, 
132:01,036[F  ]| And new-entrusted Sceptre, but their way 
132:01,037[F  ]| Lies through the perplexed paths of this drear Wood, 
132:01,038[F  ]| The nodding horror of whose shady brows 
132:01,039[F  ]| Threats the forlorn and wandering Passenger.  
132:01,040[F  ]| And here their tender age might suffer peril, 
132:01,041[F  ]| But that$3$ by$4$ quick command from Sovereign \Jove\ 
132:01,042[F  ]| I was dispatched for$4$ their defence, and guard; 
132:01,043[F  ]| And listen why, for$3$ I will$1$ tell ye now 
132:01,044[F  ]| What never yet was heard in$4$ Tale or Song 
132:01,045[F  ]| From old, or modern Bard in$4$ Hall, or Bower.  
132:01,046[F  ]| \Bacchus\ that$6#1$ first from out the purple Grape, 
132:01,047[F  ]| Crushed the sweet poison of misused Wine 
132:01,048[F  ]| After the \Tuscan\ Mariners transformed 
132:01,049[F  ]| Coasting the \Tyrrhene\ shore, as the winds listed, 
132:01,050[F  ]| On$4$ \Circes\ Iland fell (who$6#2$ knows not \Circe\ 
132:01,051[F  ]| The daughter of the Sun?  Whose charmed Cup 
132:01,052[F  ]| Whoever tasted, lost his upright shape, 
132:01,053[F  ]| And downward fell into a groveling Swine) 
132:01,054[F  ]| This Nymph that$6#1$ gazed upon$4$ his clustering locks, 
132:01,055[F  ]| With Ivy berries wreathed, and his blithe youth, 
132:01,056[F  ]| Had by$4$ him, before he parted thence, a Son 
132:01,057[F  ]| Much like$4$ his Father, but his Mother more, 
132:01,058[F  ]| Whom therefore she brought up$5$ and \Comus\ named, 
132:01,059[F  ]| Who$6#1$ ripe, and frolic of his full grown age, 
132:01,060[F  ]| Roving the \Celtic\, and \Iberian\ fields, 
132:01,061[F  ]| At last betakes him to$4$ this ominous Wood, 
132:01,062[F  ]| And in$4$ thick shelter of black shades imbowered, 
132:01,063[F  ]| Excels his Mother at her mighty Art, 
132:01,064[F  ]| Offering to$4$ every weary Traveller, 
132:01,065[F  ]| His orient liquor in$4$ a Crystal Glass, 
132:01,066[F  ]| To$9$ quench the drought of \Phoebus\, which$6#1$ as they taste 
132:01,067[F  ]| (For$3$ most do taste through fond intemperate thirst) 
132:01,068[F  ]| Soon as the Potion works, their human countenance, 
132:01,069[F  ]| The express resemblance of the gods, is changed 
132:01,070[F  ]| Into some brutish form of Wolf, or Bear, 
132:01,071[F  ]| Or Ounce, or Tiger, Hog, or bearded Goat, 
132:01,072[F  ]| All other parts remaining as they were, 
132:01,073[F  ]| And they, so$5#1$ perfect is their misery, 
132:01,074[F  ]| Not once perceive their foul disfigurement, 
132:01,075[F  ]| But boast themselves more comely than before 
132:01,076[F  ]| And all their friends, and native home forget 
132:01,077[F  ]| To$9$ roll with pleasure in$4$ a sensual sty.  
132:01,078[F  ]| Therefore when any favoured of high \Jove\, 
132:01,079[F  ]| Chances to$9$ pass through this adventurous glade, 
132:01,080[F  ]| Swift as the Sparkle of a glancing Star, 
132:01,081[F  ]| I shoot from Heaven to$9$ give him safe convoy, 
132:01,082[F  ]| As now I do:  But first I must put off 
132:01,083[F  ]| These my sky robes spun out of \Iris'\ Woof, 
132:01,084[F  ]| And take the Weeds and likeness of a Swain, 
132:01,085[F  ]| That$6#1$ to$4$ the service of this house belongs, 
132:01,086[F  ]| Who$6#1$ with his soft Pipe, and smooth-dittied Song, 
132:01,087[F  ]| Well knows to$9$ still the wild winds when they roar, 
132:01,088[F  ]| And hush the waving Woods, nor of less faith, 
132:01,089[F  ]| And in$4$ this office of his Mountain watch, 
132:01,090[F  ]| Likeliest, and nearest to$4$ the present aid 
132:01,091[F  ]| Of this occasion.  But I hear the tread 
132:01,092[F  ]| Of hateful steps, I must be viewless now.  
132:01,000['  ]| <Comus \enters with a Charming Rod in one hand, \> 
132:01,000['  ]| <\his Glass in the other, with him a rout of Monsters, \> 
132:01,000['  ]| <\headed like sundry sorts of wild Beasts, but otherwise\>
132:01,000['  ]| <\like Men and Women, their Apparel glistering, they come in making a\> 
132:01,000['  ]| <\riotous and unruly noise, with Torches in their hands.\> 
132:01,093[B  ]| The Star that$6#1$ bids the Shepherd fold, 
132:01,094[B  ]| Now the top of Heaven doth hold, 
132:01,095[B  ]| And the gilded Car of Day, 
132:01,096[B  ]| His glowing Axle doth allay 
132:01,097[B  ]| In$4$ the steep \Atlantic\ stream, 
132:01,098[B  ]| And the slope Sun his upward beam 
132:01,099[B  ]| Shoots against the dusky Pole, 
132:01,100[B  ]| Pacing toward the other goal 
132:01,101[B  ]| Of his Chamber in$4$ the East.  
132:01,102[B  ]| Meanwhile welcome Joy, and Feast, 
132:01,103[B  ]| Midnight shout, and revelry, 
132:01,104[B  ]| Tipsy dance, and Jollity.  
132:01,105[B  ]| Braid your Locks with rosy Twine 
132:01,106[B  ]| Dropping odours, dropping Wine.  
132:01,107[B  ]| Rigor now is gone to$4$ bed, 
132:01,108[B  ]| And Advice with scrupulous head, 
132:01,109[B  ]| Strict Age, and sour Severity, 
132:01,110[B  ]| With their grave Saws in$4$ slumber lie  
132:01,111[B  ]| We that$6#1$ are of purer fire 
132:01,112[B  ]| Imitate the Starry Quire, 
132:01,113[B  ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ their nightly watchful Spheres, 
132:01,114[B  ]| Lead in$4$ swift round the Months and Years.  
132:01,115[B  ]| The Sounds, and Seas with all their finny drove 
132:01,116[B  ]| Now to$4$ the Moon in$4$ wavering Morris move, 
132:01,117[B  ]| And on$4$ the Tawny Sands and Shelves, 
132:01,118[B  ]| Trip the pert Fairies and the dapper Elves; 
132:01,119[B  ]| By$4$ dimpled Brook, and Fountain brim, 
132:01,120[B  ]| The Wood-Nymphs decked with Daisies trim, 
132:01,121[B  ]| Their merry wakes and pastimes keep:  
132:01,122[B  ]| What hath night to$9$ do with sleep?  
132:01,123[B  ]| Night hath better sweets to$9$ prove, 
132:01,124[B  ]| \Venus\ now wakes, and wakens Love.  
132:01,125[B  ]| Come let us our rites begin, 
132:01,126[B  ]| It is only day-light that$6#1$ makes Sin 
132:01,127[B  ]| Which$6#1$ these dun shades will$1$ never report.  
132:01,128[B  ]| Hail Goddess of Nocturnal sport 
132:01,129[B  ]| Dark veiled \Cotytto\, to$4$ whom the secret flame 
132:01,130[B  ]| Of midnight Torches burns; mysterious Dame 
132:01,131[B  ]| That$6#1$ never art called, but when the Dragon womb 
132:01,132[B  ]| Of Stygian darknes spets her thickest gloom, 
132:01,133[B  ]| And makes one blot of all the air, 
132:01,134[B  ]| Stay thy cloudy Ebon chair, 
132:01,135[B  ]| Wherein thou ridest with \Hecat\, and befriend 
132:01,136[B  ]| Us thy vowed Priests, till utmost end 
132:01,137[B  ]| Of all thy dues be done, and none left out, 
132:01,138[B  ]| Before the blabbing Eastern scout, 
132:01,139[B  ]| The nice Morn on$4$ the \Indian\ steep 
132:01,140[B  ]| From her cabined loop hole peep, 
132:01,141[B  ]| And to$4$ the tell-tale Sun descry 
132:01,142[B  ]| Our concealed Solemnity.  
132:01,143[B  ]| Come, knit hands, and beat the ground, 
132:01,144[B  ]| In$4$ a light fantastic round.  
132:01,000['  ]| <\The measure.\> 
132:01,145[B  ]| Break off, break off, I feel the different pace, 
132:01,146[B  ]| Of some chaste footing near about this ground.  
132:01,147[B  ]| Run to$4$ your shrouds, within these Brakes and Trees.  
132:01,148[B  ]| Our number may affright:  Some Virgin sure 
132:01,149[B  ]| (For$3$ so$5#2$ I can distinguish by$4$ mine Art) 
132:01,150[B  ]| Benighted in$4$ these Woods.  Now to$4$ my charms, 
132:01,151[B  ]| And to$4$ my wily trains, I shall before long 
132:01,152[B  ]| Be well stocked with as fair a herd as grazed 
132:01,153[B  ]| About my Mother \Circe\.  Thus I hurl 
132:01,154[B  ]| My dazzling Spells into the spongy air, 
132:01,155[B  ]| Of power to$9$ cheat the eye with blear illusion, 
132:01,156[B  ]| And give it false presentments, lest the place 
132:01,157[B  ]| And my quaint habits breed astonishment, 
132:01,158[B  ]| And put the Damsel to$4$ suspicious flight, 
132:01,159[B  ]| Which$6#1$ must not be, for$3$ that$6#2$ is against my course; 
132:01,160[B  ]| I under fair pretence of friendly ends, 
132:01,161[B  ]| And well placed words of glozing courtesy 
132:01,162[B  ]| Baited with reasons not unplausible 
132:01,163[B  ]| Wind me into the easy-hearted man, 
132:01,164[B  ]| And hug him into snares.  When once her eye 
132:01,165[B  ]| Hath met the virtue of this Magic dust, 
132:01,166[B  ]| I shall appear some harmless Villager 
132:01,167[B  ]| Whom thrift keeps up$5$ about his Country gear, 
132:01,168[B  ]| But here she comes, I fairly step aside, 
132:01,169[B  ]| And hearken, if I may, her business here.  
132:01,000['  ]| <\The Lady enters.\> 
132:01,170[A  ]| This way the noise was, if mine ear be true, 
132:01,171[A  ]| My best guide now, methought it was the sound 
132:01,172[A  ]| Of Riot, and ill managed Merriment, 
132:01,173[A  ]| Such as the jocund Flute, or gamesome Pipe 
132:01,174[A  ]| Stirs up$5$ among the loose unlettered Hinds, 
132:01,175[A  ]| When for$4$ their teeming Flocks, and granges full 
132:01,176[A  ]| In$4$ wanton dance they praise the bounteous \Pan\, 
132:01,177[A  ]| And thank the gods amiss.  I should be loath 
132:01,178[A  ]| To$9$ meet the rudeness, and swilled insolence 
132:01,179[A  ]| Of such late Wassailers; yet O where else 
132:01,180[A  ]| Shall I inform my unacquainted feet 
132:01,181[A  ]| In$4$ the blind mazes of this tangled Wood?  
132:01,182[A  ]| My Brothers when they saw me wearied out 
132:01,183[A  ]| With this long way, resolving here to$9$ lodge 
132:01,184[A  ]| Under the spreading favour of these Pines, 
132:01,185[A  ]| Stepped as they said to$4$ the next Thicket side 
132:01,186[A  ]| To$9$ bring me Berries, or such cooling fruit 
132:01,187[A  ]| As the kind hospitable Woods provide.  
132:01,188[A  ]| They left me then, when the gray-hooded Even 
132:01,189[A  ]| Like$4$ a sad Votarist in$4$ Palmer's weed 
132:01,190[A  ]| Rose from the hindmost wheels of \Phoebus\ wain.  
132:01,191[A  ]| But where they are, and why they came not back, 
132:01,192[A  ]| Is now the labour of my thoughts, it is likeliest 
132:01,193[A  ]| They had engaged their wandering steps too far, 
132:01,194[A  ]| And envious darkness, before they could return, 
132:01,195[A  ]| Had stolen them from me, else O thievish Night 
132:01,196[A  ]| Why wouldst thou, but for$4$ some felonious end, 
132:01,197[A  ]| In$4$ thy dark lantern thus close up$5$ the Stars, 
132:01,198[A  ]| That$6#1$ nature hung in$4$ Heaven, and filled their Lamps 
132:01,199[A  ]| With everlasting oil, to$9$ give due light 
132:01,200[A  ]| To$4$ the misled and lonely Traveller?  
132:01,201[A  ]| This is the place, as well as I may guess, 
132:01,202[A  ]| Whence even now the tumult of loud Mirth 
132:01,203[A  ]| Was rife, and perfect in$4$ my listening ear, 
132:01,204[A  ]| Yet nought but single darkness do I find.  
132:01,205[A  ]| What might this be?  A thousand fantasies 
132:01,206[A  ]| Begin to$9$ throng into my memory 
132:01,207[A  ]| Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire, 
132:01,208[A  ]| And airy tongues, that$6#1$ syllable men's names 
132:01,209[A  ]| On$4$ Sands, and Shores, and desert Wildernesses.  
132:01,210[A  ]| These thoughts may startle well, but not astound 
132:01,211[A  ]| The virtuous mind, that$6#1$ ever walks attended 
132:01,212[A  ]| By$4$ a strong siding champion Conscience.  ~~  
132:01,213[A  ]| O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope, 
132:01,214[A  ]| Thou hovering Angel girt with golden wings, 
132:01,215[A  ]| And thou unblemished form of Chastity, 
132:01,216[A  ]| I see ye visibly, and now believe 
132:01,217[A  ]| That$3$ he, the Supreme good, to$4$ whom all things ill 
132:01,218[A  ]| Are but as slavish officers of vengeance, 
132:01,219[A  ]| Would send a glistering Guardian if need were 
132:01,220[A  ]| To$9$ keep my life and honour unassailed.  
132:01,221[A  ]| Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud 
132:01,222[A  ]| Turn forth her silver lining on$4$ the night?  
132:01,223[A  ]| I did not err, there does a sable cloud 
132:01,224[A  ]| Turn forth her silver lining on$4$ the night, 
132:01,225[A  ]| And casts a gleam over the tufted Grove.  
132:01,226[A  ]| I can not halloo to$4$ my Brothers, but 
132:01,227[A  ]| Such noise as I can make to$9$ be heard farthest 
132:01,228[A  ]| I will$1$ venture, for$3$ my new enlivend spirits 
132:01,229[A  ]| Prompt me; and they perhaps are not far off.  
132:01,000['  ]| <SONG.> 
132:01,230[A  ]| \Sweet Echo, sweetest Nymph that$6#1$ livest unseen\ 
132:01,231[A  ]| \Within thy airy shell\ 
132:01,232[A  ]| \By$4$ slow\ Meander's \margent green,\ 
132:01,233[A  ]| \And in$4$ the violet embroidered vale\ 
132:01,234[A  ]| \Where the love-lorn Nightingale\ 
132:01,235[A  ]| \Nightly to$4$ thee her sad Song mourneth well.\ 
132:01,236[A  ]| \Canst thou not tell me of a gentle Pair\ 
132:01,237[A  ]| \That$6#1$ likest thy\ Narcissus \are?\ 
132:01,238[A  ]| \O if thou have\ 
132:01,239[A  ]| \Hid them in$4$ some flowery Cave,\ 
132:01,240[A  ]| \Tell me but where\ 
132:01,241[A  ]| \Sweet Queen of Parly, Daughter of the Sphere,\ 
132:01,242[A  ]| \So$3$ mayest thou be translated to$4$ the skies,\ 
132:01,243[A  ]| \And give resounding grace to$4$ all Heaven's Harmonies.\ 
132:01,244[B  ]| Can any mortal mixture of Earth's mould 
132:01,245[B  ]| Breath such Divine enchanting ravishment?  
132:01,246[B  ]| Sure something holy lodges in$4$ that$6#2$ breast, 
132:01,247[B  ]| And with these raptures moves the vocal air 
132:01,248[B  ]| To$9$ testify his hidden residence; 
132:01,249[B  ]| How sweetly did they float upon$4$ the wings 
132:01,250[B  ]| Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night 
132:01,251[B  ]| At every fall smoothing the Raven down 
132:01,252[B  ]| Of darkness till it smiled:  I have oft heard 
132:01,253[B  ]| My mother \Circe\ with the Sirens three, 
132:01,254[B  ]| Amidst the flowry-kirtled \Naiades\ 
132:01,255[B  ]| Culling their Potent herbs, and baleful drugs, 
132:01,256[B  ]| Who$6#1$ as they sung, would take the prisoned soul, 
132:01,257[B  ]| And lap it in$4$ \Elysium, Scylla\ wept, 
132:01,258[B  ]| And chid her barking waves into attention, 
132:01,259[B  ]| And fell \Charybdis\ murmured soft applause:  
132:01,260[B  ]| Yet they in$4$ pleasing slumber lulled the sense, 
132:01,261[B  ]| And in$4$ sweet madness robbed it of itself, 
132:01,262[B  ]| But such a sacred, and home-felt delight, 
132:01,263[B  ]| Such sober certainty of waking bliss 
132:01,264[B  ]| I never heard till now.  I will$1$ speak to$4$ her 
132:01,265[B  ]| And she shall be my Queen.  Hail foreign wonder 
132:01,266[B  ]| Whom certain these rough shades did never breed 
132:01,267[B  ]| Unless the Goddess that$6#1$ in$4$ rural shrine 
132:01,268[B  ]| Dwellest here with \Pan\, or \Silvan\, by$4$ blessed Song 
132:01,269[B  ]| Forbidding every bleak unkindly Fog 
132:01,270[B  ]| To$9$ touch the prosperous growth of this tall Wood.  
132:01,271[A  ]| Nay gentle Shepherd ill is lost that$6#2$ praise 
132:01,272[A  ]| That$6#1$ is addressed to$4$ unattending Ears, 
132:01,273[A  ]| Not any boast of skill, but extreme shift 
132:01,274[A  ]| How to$9$ regain my severed company 
132:01,275[A  ]| Compelled me to$9$ awake the courteous Echo 
132:01,276[A  ]| To$9$ give me answer from her mossy Couch.  
132:01,277[B  ]| What chance good Lady hath bereft you thus?  
132:01,278[A  ]| Dim darkness, and this leafy Labyrinth.  
132:01,279[B  ]| Could that$6#2$ divide you from near-ushering guides?  
132:01,280[A  ]| They left me weary on$4$ a grassy turf.  
132:01,281[B  ]| By$4$ falsehood, or discourtesy, or why?  
132:01,282[A  ]| To$9$ seek in$4$ the valley some cool friendly Spring.  
132:01,283[B  ]| And left your fair side all unguarded Lady?  
132:01,284[A  ]| They were but twain, and purposed quick return.  
132:01,285[B  ]| Perhaps forestalling night prevented them.  
132:01,286[A  ]| How easy my misfortune is to$9$ hit!  
132:01,287[B  ]| Imports their loss, beside the present need?  
132:01,288[A  ]| No$2$ less than if I should my brothers lose.  
132:01,289[B  ]| Were they of manly prime, or youthful bloom?  
132:01,290[A  ]| As smooth as \Hebe's\ their unrazored lips.  
132:01,291[B  ]| Two such I saw, what time the laboured Ox 
132:01,292[B  ]| In$4$ his loose traces from the furrow came, 
132:01,293[B  ]| And the swinked hedger at his Supper sat; 
132:01,294[B  ]| I saw them under a green mantling vine 
132:01,295[B  ]| That$6#1$ crawls along the side of yon small hill, 
132:01,296[B  ]| Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots, 
132:01,297[B  ]| Their port was more than human, as they stood; 
132:01,298[B  ]| I took it for$4$ a faery vision 
132:01,299[B  ]| Of some gay creatures of the element 
132:01,300[B  ]| That$6#1$ in$4$ the colours of the Rainbow live 
132:01,301[B  ]| And play in$4$ the plighted clouds.  I was awe-struck, 
132:01,302[B  ]| And as I past, I worshipped:  if those you seek 
132:01,303[B  ]| It were a journey like$4$ the path to$4$ Heaven, 
132:01,304[B  ]| To$9$ help you find them.  
132:01,304[A  ]| Gentle villager 
132:01,305[A  ]| What readiest way would bring me to$4$ that$6#2$ place?  
132:01,306[B  ]| Due west it rises from this shrubby point.  
132:01,307[A  ]| To$9$ find out that$6#2$, good Shepherd, I suppose, 
132:01,308[A  ]| In$4$ such a scant allowance of Star-light, 
132:01,309[A  ]| Would overtask the best Land-Pilots art, 
132:01,310[A  ]| Without the sure guess of well-practized feet, 
132:01,311[B  ]| I know each lane, and every alley green 
132:01,312[B  ]| Dingle, or bushy dell of this wild Wood, 
132:01,313[B  ]| And every bosky bourn from side to$4$ side 
132:01,314[B  ]| My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood, 
132:01,315[B  ]| And if your stray attendance be yet lodged, 
132:01,316[B  ]| Or shroud within these limits, I shall know 
132:01,317[B  ]| Before morrow wake, or the low roosted lark 
132:01,318[B  ]| From her thatched pallet rouse, if otherwise 
132:01,319[B  ]| I can conduct you Lady to$4$ a low 
132:01,320[B  ]| But loyal cottage, where you may be safe 
132:01,321[B  ]| Till further quest.  
132:01,321[A  ]| Shepherd I take thy word, 
132:01,322[A  ]| And trust thy honest offered courtesy, 
132:01,323[A  ]| Which$6#1$ oft is sooner found in$4$ lowly sheds 
132:01,324[A  ]| With smoky rafters, than in$4$ tapestry Halls 
132:01,325[A  ]| And Courts of Princes, where it first was named, 
132:01,326[A  ]| And yet is most pretended:  In$4$ a place 
132:01,327[A  ]| Less warranted than this, or less secure 
132:01,328[A  ]| I can not be, that$3$ I should fear to$9$ change it.  
132:01,329[A  ]| Eye me blest Providence, and square my trial 
132:01,330[A  ]| To$4$ my proportioned strength.  Shepherd lead on$5$.  ~~  
132:01,000['  ]| <\The Two Brothers.\> 
132:01,331[C  ]| Unmuffle ye faint stars, and thou fair Moon 
132:01,332[C  ]| That$6#1$ wontst to$9$ love the travellers' benison, 
132:01,333[C  ]| Stoop thy pale visage through an amber cloud, 
132:01,334[C  ]| And disinherit \Chaos\, that$6#1$ reigns here 
132:01,335[C  ]| In$4$ double night of darkness, and of shades; 
132:01,336[C  ]| Or if your influence be quite dammed up$5$ 
132:01,337[C  ]| With black usurping mists, some gentle taper 
132:01,338[C  ]| Though a rush Candle from the wicker hole 
132:01,339[C  ]| Of some clay habitation visit us 
132:01,340[C  ]| With thy long levelled rule of streaming light, 
132:01,341[C  ]| And thou shalt be our star of \Arcady\, 
132:01,342[C  ]| Or \Tyrian\ Cynosure.  
132:01,342[D  ]| Or if our eyes 
132:01,343[D  ]| Be barred that$6#2$ happiness, might we but hear 
132:01,344[D  ]| The folded flocks penned in$4$ their wattled cotes, 
132:01,345[D  ]| Or sound of pastoral reed with oaten stops, 
132:01,346[D  ]| Or whistle from the Lodge, or village cock 
132:01,347[D  ]| Count the night watches to$4$ his feathery Dames, 
132:01,348[D  ]| It would be some solace yet, some little cheering 
132:01,349[D  ]| In$4$ this close dungeon of innumerous boughs.  
132:01,350[D  ]| But O that$6#2$ hapless virgin our lost sister 
132:01,351[D  ]| Where may she wander now, whether betake her 
132:01,352[D  ]| From the chill dew, amongst rude burrs and thistles?  
132:01,353[D  ]| Perhaps some cold bank is her bolster now 
132:01,354[D  ]| Or against the rugged bark of some broad Elm 
132:01,355[D  ]| Leans her unpillowed head fraught with sad fears.  
132:01,356[D  ]| What if in$4$ wild amazement, and affright, 
132:01,357[D  ]| Or while we speak within the direful grasp 
132:01,358[D  ]| Of Savage hunger, or of Savage heat?  
132:01,359[C  ]| Peace brother, be not over-exquisite 
132:01,360[C  ]| To$9$ cast the fashion of uncertain evils; 
132:01,361[C  ]| For$3$ grant they be so$5#2$, while they rest unknown, 
132:01,362[C  ]| What need a man forestall his date of grief, 
132:01,363[C  ]| And run to$9$ meet what he would most avoid?  
132:01,364[C  ]| Or if they be but false alarms of Fear, 
132:01,365[C  ]| How bitter is such self-delusion?  
132:01,366[C  ]| I do not think my sister so$5#1$ to$9$ seek, 
132:01,367[C  ]| Or so$5#1$ unprincipled in$4$ virtue's book, 
132:01,368[C  ]| And the sweet peace that$6#1$ goodness bosoms ever, 
132:01,369[C  ]| As that$3$ the single want of light and noise 
132:01,370[C  ]| (Not being in$4$ danger, as I trust she is not) 
132:01,371[C  ]| Could stir the constant mood of her calm thoughts, 
132:01,372[C  ]| And put them into mis-becoming plight.  
132:01,373[C  ]| Virtue could see to$9$ do what virtue would 
132:01,374[C  ]| By$4$ her own radiant light, though Sun and Moon 
132:01,375[C  ]| Were in$4$ the flat Sea sunk.  And Wisdom's self 
132:01,376[C  ]| Oft seeks to$4$ sweet retired Solitude, 
132:01,377[C  ]| Where with her best nurse Contemplation 
132:01,378[C  ]| She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings 
132:01,379[C  ]| That$6#1$ in$4$ the various bustle of resort 
132:01,380[C  ]| Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impaired.  
132:01,381[C  ]| He that$6#1$ has light within his own clear breast 
132:01,382[C  ]| May sit in$4$ the centre, and enjoy bright day, 
132:01,383[C  ]| But he that$6#1$ hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts 
132:01,384[C  ]| Benighted walks under the mid-day Sun; 
132:01,385[C  ]| Himself is his own dungeon.  
132:01,385[D  ]| It is most true 
132:01,386[D  ]| That$3$ musing meditation most affects 
132:01,387[D  ]| The pensive secrecy of desert cell, 
132:01,388[D  ]| Far from the cheerful haunt of men, and herds, 
132:01,389[D  ]| And sits as safe as in$4$ a Senate house, 
132:01,390[D  ]| For$3$ who$6#2$ would rob a Hermit of his Weeds, 
132:01,391[D  ]| His few Books, or his Beads, or Maple Dish, 
132:01,392[D  ]| Or do his gray hairs any violence?  
132:01,393[D  ]| But beauty like$4$ the fair Hesperian Tree 
132:01,394[D  ]| Laden with blooming gold, had need the guard 
132:01,395[D  ]| Of dragon watch with unenchanted eye, 
132:01,396[D  ]| To$9$ save her blossoms, and defend her fruit 
132:01,397[D  ]| From the rash hand of bold Incontinence.  
132:01,398[D  ]| You may as well spread out the unsunned heaps 
132:01,399[D  ]| Of Misers' treasures by$4$ an out-law's den, 
132:01,400[D  ]| And tell me it is safe, as bid me hope 
132:01,401[D  ]| Danger will$1$ wink on$4$ Opportunity, 
132:01,402[D  ]| And let a single helpless maiden pass 
132:01,403[D  ]| Uninjured in$4$ this wild surrounding waste.  
132:01,404[D  ]| Of night, or loneliness it recks me not, 
132:01,405[D  ]| I fear the dread events that$6#1$ dog them both, 
132:01,406[D  ]| Lest some ill greeting touch attempt the person 
132:01,407[D  ]| Of our unowned sister.  
132:01,407[C  ]| I do not, brother, 
132:01,408[C  ]| Infer, as if I thought my sister's state 
132:01,409[C  ]| Secure without all doubt, or controversy:  
132:01,410[C  ]| Yet where an equal poise of hope and fear 
132:01,411[C  ]| Does arbitrate the  event, my nature is 
132:01,412[C  ]| That$3$ I incline to$9$ hope, rather than fear, 
132:01,413[C  ]| And gladly banish squint suspicion.  
132:01,414[C  ]| My sister is not so$5#1$ defenceless left 
132:01,415[C  ]| As you imagine, she has a hidden strength 
132:01,416[C  ]| Which$6#1$ you remember not.  
132:01,416[D  ]| What hidden strength, 
132:01,417[D  ]| Unless the strength of Heaven, if you mean that$6#2$?  
132:01,418[C  ]| I mean that$6#2$ too, but yet a hidden strength 
132:01,419[C  ]| Which$6#1$ if Heaven gave it, may be termed her own:  
132:01,420[C  ]| It is chastity, my brother, chastity:  
132:01,421[C  ]| She that$6#1$ has that$6#2$, is clad in$4$ complete steel, 
132:01,422[C  ]| And like$4$ a quivered Nymph with Arrows keen 
132:01,423[C  ]| May trace huge Forests, and unharboured Heaths, 
132:01,424[C  ]| Infamous Hills, and sandy perilous wilds, 
132:01,425[C  ]| Where through the sacred rays of Chastity, 
132:01,426[C  ]| No$2$ savage fierce, Bandit, or mountaineer 
132:01,427[C  ]| Will$1$ dare to$9$ soil her Virgin purity, 
132:01,428[C  ]| Yea there, where very desolation dwells 
132:01,429[C  ]| By$4$ grots, and caverns shagged with horrid shades, 
132:01,430[C  ]| She may pass on$5$ with unblenched majesty, 
132:01,431[C  ]| Be it not done in$4$ pride, or in$4$ presumption.  
132:01,432[C  ]| Some say no$2$ evil thing that$6#1$ walks by$4$ night 
132:01,433[C  ]| In$4$ fog, or fire, by$4$ lake, or moorish fen, 
132:01,434[C  ]| Blue meagre Hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost, 
132:01,435[C  ]| That$6#1$ breaks his magic chains at \curfeu\ time, 
132:01,436[C  ]| No$2$ goblin, or swart fairy of the mine, 
132:01,437[C  ]| Hath hurtful power over true virginity.  
132:01,438[C  ]| Do ye believe me yet, or shall I call 
132:01,439[C  ]| Antiquity from the old Schools of Greece 
132:01,440[C  ]| To$9$ testify the arms of Chastity?  
132:01,441[C  ]| Hence had the huntress \Dian\ her dread bow 
132:01,442[C  ]| Fair silver-shafted Queen forever chaste, 
132:01,443[C  ]| Wherewith she tamed the brinded lioness 
132:01,444[C  ]| And spotted mountain pard, but set at nought 
132:01,445[C  ]| The frivolous bolt of \Cupid\, gods and men 
132:01,446[C  ]| Feared her stern frown, and she was queen of the Woods.  
132:01,447[C  ]| What was that$6#2$ snaky-headed \Gorgon\ shield 
132:01,448[C  ]| That$6#1$ wise \Minerva\ wore, unconquered Virgin, 
132:01,449[C  ]| Wherewith she freezed her foes to$4$ congealed stone?  
132:01,450[C  ]| But rigid looks of Chaste austerity, 
132:01,451[C  ]| And noble grace that$6#1$ dashed brute violence 
132:01,452[C  ]| With sudden adoration, and blank awe.  
132:01,453[C  ]| So$5#1$ dear to$4$ Heaven is Saintly chastity, 
132:01,454[C  ]| That$3$ when a soul is found sincerely so$5#2$, 
132:01,455[C  ]| A thousand liveried Angels lackey her, 
132:01,456[C  ]| Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, 
132:01,457[C  ]| And in$4$ clear dream, and solemn vision 
132:01,458[C  ]| Tell her of things that$6#1$ no$2$ gross ear can hear, 
132:01,459[C  ]| Till oft converse with heavenly habitants 
132:01,460[C  ]| Begin to$9$ cast a beam on$4$ the outward shape, 
132:01,461[C  ]| The unpolluted temple of the mind, 
132:01,462[C  ]| And turns it by$4$ degrees to$4$ the soul's essence, 
132:01,463[C  ]| Till all be made immortal:  but when lust 
132:01,464[C  ]| By$4$ unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, 
132:01,465[C  ]| But most by$4$ lewd and lavish act of sin, 
132:01,466[C  ]| Lets in$5$ defilement to$4$ the inward parts, 
132:01,467[C  ]| The soul grows clotted by$4$ contagion, 
132:01,468[C  ]| Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose 
132:01,469[C  ]| The divine property of her first being.  
132:01,470[C  ]| Such are those thick and gloomy shadows damp 
132:01,471[C  ]| Oft seen in$4$ Charnel vaults, and Sepulchres 
132:01,472[C  ]| Lingering, and sitting by$4$ a new made grave, 
132:01,473[C  ]| As loath to$9$ leave the body that$6#1$ it loved, 
132:01,474[C  ]| And linked itself by$4$ carnal sensualty 
132:01,475[C  ]| To$4$ a degenerate and degraded state.  
132:01,476[D  ]| How charming is divine Philosophy!  
132:01,477[D  ]| Not harsh, and crabbed as dull fools suppose, 
132:01,478[D  ]| But musical as is \Apollo's\ lute, 
132:01,479[D  ]| And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets, 
132:01,480[D  ]| Where no$2$ crude surfeit reigns.  
132:01,480[C  ]| List, list, I hear 
132:01,481[C  ]| Some far off halloo break the silent Air.  
132:01,482[D  ]| Methought so$5#2$ too; what should it be?  
132:01,482[C  ]| For$4$ certain 
132:01,483[C  ]| Either someone like$4$ us night-foundered here, 
132:01,484[C  ]| Or else some neighbour Wood-man, or at worst, 
132:01,485[C  ]| Some roving Robber calling to$4$ his fellows.  
132:01,486[D  ]| Heaven keep my sister, again again and near, 
132:01,487[D  ]| Best draw, and stand upon$4$ our guard.  
132:01,487[C  ]| I will$1$ halloo, 
132:01,488[C  ]| If he be friendly he comes well, if not, 
132:01,489[C  ]| Defence is a good cause, and Heaven be for$4$ us.  
132:01,000['  ]| <\The attendant Spirit habited like a Shepherd.\> 
132:01,490[C  ]| That$6#2$ halloo I should know, what are you?  speak; 
132:01,491[C  ]| Come not too near, you fall on$4$ iron stakes else.  
132:01,492[F  ]| What voice is that$6#2$, my young Lord?  speak again.  
132:01,493[D  ]| O brother, it is my father Shepherd sure.  
132:01,494[C  ]| \Thyrsis\?  Whose artful strains have oft delayed 
132:01,495[C  ]| The huddling brook to$9$ hear his madrigal, 
132:01,496[C  ]| And sweetened every muskrose of the dale, 
132:01,497[C  ]| How camest thou here good Swain?  hath any ram 
132:01,498[C  ]| Slipped from the fold, or young Kid lost his dam, 
132:01,499[C  ]| Or straggling weather the pent flock forsook?  
132:01,500[C  ]| How couldst thou find this dark sequestered nook?  
132:01,501[F  ]| O my loved master's heir, and his next joy, 
132:01,502[F  ]| I came not here on$4$ such a trivial toy 
132:01,503[F  ]| As a strayed Ewe, or to$9$ pursue the stealth 
132:01,504[F  ]| Of pilfering Wolf, not all the fleecy wealth 
132:01,505[F  ]| That$6#1$ doth enrich these Downs, is worth a thought 
132:01,506[F  ]| To$4$ this my errand, and the care it brought.  
132:01,507[F  ]| But O my Virgin Lady, where is she?  
132:01,508[F  ]| How chance she is not in$4$ your company?  
132:01,509[C  ]| To$9$ tell thee sadly Shepherd, without blame, 
132:01,510[C  ]| Or our neglect, we lost her as we came.  
132:01,511[F  ]| Ay me unhappy then my fears are true.  
132:01,512[C  ]| What fears good \Thyrsis\?  Prithee briefly shew.  
132:01,513[F  ]| I will$1$ tell ye, it is not vain or fabulous, 
132:01,514[F  ]| (Though so$5#1$ esteemed by$4$ shallow ignorance) 
132:01,515[F  ]| What the sage Poets taught by$4$ the heavenly Muse, 
132:01,516[F  ]| Storied of old in$4$ high immortal verse 
132:01,517[F  ]| Of dire \Chimeras\ and enchanted Isles, 
132:01,518[F  ]| And rifted Rocks whose entrance leads to$4$ hell, 
132:01,519[F  ]| For$3$ such there be, but unbelief is blind.  
132:01,520[F  ]| Within the navel of this hideous Wood, 
132:01,521[F  ]| Immured in$4$ cypress shades a Sorcerer dwells 
132:01,522[F  ]| Of \Bacchus\, and of \Circe\ born, great \Comus\, 
132:01,523[F  ]| Deep skilled in$4$ all his mother's witcheries, 
132:01,524[F  ]| And here to$4$ every thirsty wanderer, 
132:01,525[F  ]| By$4$ sly enticement gives his baneful cup, 
132:01,526[F  ]| With many murmurs mixed, whose pleasing poison 
132:01,527[F  ]| The visage quite transforms of him that$6#1$ drinks, 
132:01,528[F  ]| And the inglorious likeness of a beast 
132:01,529[F  ]| Fixes instead, unmoulding reason's mintage 
132:01,530[F  ]| Charactered in$4$ the face; this have I learnt 
132:01,531[F  ]| Tending my flocks hard by$5$ in$4$ the hilly crofts, 
132:01,532[F  ]| That$6#1$ brow this bottom glade, whence night by$4$ night 
132:01,533[F  ]| He and his monstrous rout are heard to$9$ howl 
132:01,534[F  ]| Like$4$ stabled wolves, or tigers at their prey, 
132:01,535[F  ]| Doing abhorred rites to$4$ \Hecate\ 
132:01,536[F  ]| In$4$ their obscured haunts of inmost bowers.  
132:01,537[F  ]| Yet have they many baits, and guileful spells 
132:01,538[F  ]| To$9$ inveigle and invite the unwary sense 
132:01,539[F  ]| Of them that$6#1$ pass unweeting by$4$ the way.  
132:01,540[F  ]| This evening late by$4$ then the chewing flocks 
132:01,541[F  ]| Had taken their supper on$4$ the savoury Herb 
132:01,542[F  ]| Of Knot-grass dew-besprent, and were in$4$ fold, 
132:01,543[F  ]| I sat me down to$9$ watch upon$4$ a bank 
132:01,544[F  ]| With Ivy canopied, and interwove 
132:01,545[F  ]| With flaunting Honey-suckle, and began 
132:01,546[F  ]| Wrapped in$4$ a pleasing fit of melancholy 
132:01,547[F  ]| To$9$ meditate my rural minstrelsy, 
132:01,548[F  ]| Till fancy had her fill, but before a close 
132:01,549[F  ]| The wonted roar was up$5$ amidst the Woods, 
132:01,550[F  ]| And filled the Air with barbarous dissonance, 
132:01,551[F  ]| At which$6#1$ I ceased, and listened them a while, 
132:01,552[F  ]| Till an unusual stop of sudden silence 
132:01,553[F  ]| Gave respite to$4$ the drowsy frighted steeds 
132:01,554[F  ]| That$6#1$ draw the litter of close-curtained sleep.  
132:01,555[F  ]| At last a soft and solemn breathing sound 
132:01,556[F  ]| Rose like$4$ a steam of rich distilled Perfumes, 
132:01,557[F  ]| And stole upon$4$ the Air, that$3$ even Silence 
132:01,558[F  ]| Was took before she was ware, and wished she might 
132:01,559[F  ]| Deny her nature, and be never more 
132:01,560[F  ]| Still to$9$ be so$5#1$ displaced.  I was all ear, 
132:01,561[F  ]| And took in$5$ strains that$6#1$ might create a soul 
132:01,562[F  ]| Under the ribs of Death, but O before long 
132:01,563[F  ]| Too well I did perceive it was the voice 
132:01,564[F  ]| Of my most honoured Lady, your dear sister.  
132:01,565[F  ]| Amazed I stood, harrowed with grief and fear, 
132:01,566[F  ]| And O poor hapless Nightingale thought I, 
132:01,567[F  ]| How sweet thou singest, how near the deadly snare!  
132:01,568[F  ]| Then down the Lawns I ran with headlong haste 
132:01,569[F  ]| Through paths, and turnings often trod by$4$ day, 
132:01,570[F  ]| Till guided by$4$ mine ear I found the place 
132:01,571[F  ]| Where that$6#2$ damned wizard hid in$4$ sly disguise 
132:01,572[F  ]| (For$3$ so$5#2$ by$4$ certain signs I knew) had met 
132:01,573[F  ]| Already, before my best speed could prevent, 
132:01,574[F  ]| The aidless innocent Lady his wished prey, 
132:01,575[F  ]| Who$6#1$ gently asked if he had seen such two, 
132:01,576[F  ]| Supposing him some neighbour villager; 
132:01,577[F  ]| Longer I durst not stay, but soon I guessed 
132:01,578[F  ]| Ye were the two she meant, with that$6#2$ I sprung 
132:01,579[F  ]| Into swift flight, till I had found you here, 
132:01,580[F  ]| But further know I not.  
132:01,580[D  ]| O night and shades, 
132:01,581[D  ]| How are ye joined with hell in$4$ triple knot 
132:01,582[D  ]| Against the unarmed weakness of one Virgin 
132:01,583[D  ]| Alone, and helpless!  Is this the confidence 
132:01,584[D  ]| You gave me Brother?  
132:01,584[C  ]| Yes, and keep it still, 
132:01,585[C  ]| Lean on$4$ it safely, not a period 
132:01,586[C  ]| Shall be unsaid for$4$ me:  against the threats 
132:01,587[C  ]| Of malice or of sorcery, or that$6#2$ power 
132:01,588[C  ]| Which$6#1$ erring men call Chance, this I hold firm, 
132:01,589[C  ]| Virtue may be assailed, but never hurt, 
132:01,590[C  ]| Surprised by$4$ unjust force, but not enthralled, 
132:01,591[C  ]| Yea even that$6#2$ which$6#1$ mischief meant most harm, 
132:01,592[C  ]| Shall in$4$ the happy trial prove most glory.  
132:01,593[C  ]| But evil on$4$ itself shall back recoil, 
132:01,594[C  ]| And mix no$2$ more with goodness, when at last 
132:01,595[C  ]| Gathered like$4$ scum, and settled to$4$ itself 
132:01,596[C  ]| It shall be in$4$ eternal restless change 
132:01,597[C  ]| Self-fed and self-consumed, if this fail, 
132:01,598[C  ]| The pillared firmament is rottenness, 
132:01,599[C  ]| And earth's base built on$4$ stubble.  But come let us on$5$.  
132:01,600[C  ]| Against the opposing will$0$ and arm of Heaven 
132:01,601[C  ]| May never this just sword be lifted up$5$, 
132:01,602[C  ]| But for$4$ that$6#2$ damned magician, let him be girt 
132:01,603[C  ]| With all the grisly legions that$6#1$ troop 
132:01,604[C  ]| Under the sooty flag of \Acheron\, 
132:01,605[C  ]| \Harpies\ and \Hydras\, or all the monstrous forms 
132:01,606[C  ]| Between \Africa\ and \Inde\, I will$1$ find him out, 
132:01,607[C  ]| And force him to$9$ restore his purchase back, 
132:01,608[C  ]| Or drag him by$4$ the curls, to$4$ a foul death, 
132:01,609[C  ]| Cursed as his life.  
132:01,609[F  ]| Alas good venturous youth, 
132:01,610[F  ]| I love thy courage yet, and bold Emprise, 
132:01,611[F  ]| But here thy sword can do thee little stead, 
132:01,612[F  ]| Far other arms, and other weapons must 
132:01,613[F  ]| Be those that$6#1$ quell the might of hellish charms, 
132:01,614[F  ]| He with his bare wand can unthread thy joints, 
132:01,615[F  ]| And crumble all thy sinews.  
132:01,615[C  ]| Why prithee Shepherd 
132:01,616[C  ]| How durst thou then thyself approach so$5#1$ near 
132:01,617[C  ]| As to$9$ make this relation?  
132:01,617[F  ]| Care and utmost shifts 
132:01,618[F  ]| How to$9$ secure the Lady from surprisal, 
132:01,619[F  ]| Brought to$4$ my mind a certain Shepherd Lad 
132:01,620[F  ]| Of small regard to$9$ see to$5$, yet well skilled 
132:01,621[F  ]| In$4$ every virtuous plant and healing herb 
132:01,622[F  ]| That$6#1$ spreads her verdant leaf to$4$ the morning ray, 
132:01,623[F  ]| He loved me well, and oft would beg me sing, 
132:01,624[F  ]| Which$6#1$ when I did, he on$4$ the tender grass 
132:01,625[F  ]| Would sit, and hearken even to$4$ ecstasy, 
132:01,626[F  ]| And in$4$ requital ope his leathern scrip, 
132:01,627[F  ]| And shew me simples of a thousand names 
132:01,628[F  ]| Telling their strange and vigorous faculties; 
132:01,629[F  ]| Amongst the rest a small unsightly root, 
132:01,630[F  ]| But of divine effect, he culled me out; 
132:01,631[F  ]| The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on$4$ it, 
132:01,632[F  ]| But in$4$ another Country, as he said, 
132:01,633[F  ]| Bore a bright golden flower, but not in$4$ this soil:  
132:01,634[F  ]| Unknown, and like$5$ esteemed, and the dull swain 
132:01,635[F  ]| Treads on$4$ it daily with his clouted shoon, 
132:01,636[F  ]| And yet more medicinal is it than that$6#2$ \Moly\ 
132:01,637[F  ]| That$6#1$ \Hermes\ once to$4$ wise \Ulysses\ gave; 
132:01,638[F  ]| He called it \Ho*emony\, and gave it me, 
132:01,639[F  ]| And bade me keep it as of sovereign use 
132:01,640[F  ]| Against all enchantments, mildew blast, or damp 
132:01,641[F  ]| Or ghastly furies apparition; 
132:01,642[F  ]| I pursed it up$5$, but little reckoning made, 
132:01,643[F  ]| Till now that$3$ this extremity compelled, 
132:01,644[F  ]| But now I find it true; for$3$ by$4$ this means 
132:01,645[F  ]| I knew the foul enchanter though disguised, 
132:01,646[F  ]| Entered the very lime-twigs of his spells, 
132:01,647[F  ]| And yet came off:  if you have this about you 
132:01,648[F  ]| (As I will$1$ give you when we go) you may 
132:01,649[F  ]| Boldly assault the necromancer's hall; 
132:01,650[F  ]| Where if he be, with dauntless hardihood, 
132:01,651[F  ]| And brandished blade rush on$4$ him, break his glass, 
132:01,652[F  ]| And shed the luscious liquor on$4$ the ground, 
132:01,653[F  ]| But seize his wand, though he and his cruel crew 
132:01,654[F  ]| Fierce sign of battle make, and menace high, 
132:01,655[F  ]| Or like$4$ the sons of \Vulcan\ vomit smoke, 
132:01,656[F  ]| Yet will$1$ they soon retire, if he but shrink.  
132:01,657[C  ]| \Thyrsis\ lead on$5$ apace, I will$1$ follow thee, 
132:01,658[C  ]| And some good angel bear a shield before us.  
132:01,000['  ]| <\The Scene changes to a stately Palace, set out with all\>
132:01,000['  ]| <\manner of deliciousness; soft Musick, Tables spred with all\>
132:01,000['  ]| <\ dainties.\  Comus \appears with his rabble, and the Lady\>
132:01,000['  ]| <\ set in an inchanted Chair, to whom he offer his Glass,\> 
132:01,000['  ]| <\which she puts by, and goes about to rise.\> 
132:01,659[B  ]| Nay Lady sit; if I but wave this wand, 
132:01,660[B  ]| Your nerves are all chained up$5$ in$4$ Alabaster, 
132:01,661[B  ]| And you a statue; or as \Daphne\ was 
132:01,662[B  ]| Root-bound, that$6#1$ fled \Apollo\.  
132:01,662[A  ]| Fool do not boast, 
132:01,663[A  ]| Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind 
132:01,664[A  ]| With all thy charms, although this corporal rind 
132:01,665[A  ]| Thou hast immanacled, while Heaven sees good.  
132:01,666[B  ]| Why are you vexed Lady?  why do you frown?  
132:01,667[B  ]| Here dwell no$2$ frowns, nor anger, from these gates 
132:01,668[B  ]| Sorrow flies far:  See here be all the pleasures 
132:01,669[B  ]| That$6#1$ fancy can beget on$4$ youthful thoughts, 
132:01,670[B  ]| When the fresh blood grows lively, and returns 
132:01,671[B  ]| Brisk as the \April\ buds in$4$ Primrose-season.  
132:01,672[B  ]| And first behold this cordial Julep here 
132:01,673[B  ]| That$6#1$ flames, and dances in$4$ his crystal bounds 
132:01,674[B  ]| With spirits of balm, and fragrant Syrups mixed.  
132:01,675[B  ]| Not that$6#2$ \Nepenthes\ which$6#1$ the wife of \Thone\, 
132:01,676[B  ]| In$4$ \Egypt\ gave to$4$ \Jove-born Helena\ 
132:01,677[B  ]| Is of such power to$9$ stir up$5$ joy as this, 
132:01,678[B  ]| To$4$ life so$5#1$ friendly, or so$5#1$ cool to$4$ thirst.  
132:01,679[B  ]| Why should you be so$5#1$ cruel to$4$ yourself, 
132:01,680[B  ]| And to$4$ those dainty limbs which$6#1$ nature lent 
132:01,681[B  ]| For$4$ gentle usage, and soft delicacy?  
132:01,682[B  ]| But you invert the covenants of her trust, 
132:01,683[B  ]| And harshly deal like$4$ an ill borrower 
132:01,684[B  ]| With that$6#2$ which$6#1$ you received on$4$ other terms, 
132:01,685[B  ]| Scorning the unexempt condition 
132:01,686[B  ]| By$4$ which$6#1$ all mortal frailty must subsist, 
132:01,687[B  ]| Refreshment after toil, ease after pain, 
132:01,688[B  ]| That$6#1$ have been tired all day without repast, 
132:01,689[B  ]| And timely rest have wanted, but fair Virgin 
132:01,690[B  ]| This will$1$ restore all soon.  
132:01,690[A  ]| It will$1$ not false traitor, 
132:01,691[A  ]| It will$1$ not restore the truth and honesty 
132:01,692[A  ]| That$6#1$ thou hast banished from thy tongue with lies, 
132:01,693[A  ]| Was this the cottage, and the safe abode 
132:01,694[A  ]| Thou toldest me of?  What grim aspects are these, 
132:01,695[A  ]| These oughly-headed Monsters?  Mercy guard me!  
132:01,696[A  ]| Hence with thy brewed enchantments, foul deceiver, 
132:01,697[A  ]| Hast thou betrayed my credulous innocence 
132:01,698[A  ]| With visored falsehood, and base forgery, 
132:01,699[A  ]| And wouldst thou seek again to$9$ trap me here 
132:01,700[A  ]| With liquorish baits fit to$9$ ensnare a brute?  
132:01,701[A  ]| Were it a draft for$4$ \Juno\ when she banquets, 
132:01,702[A  ]| I would not taste thy treasonous offer; none 
132:01,703[A  ]| But such as are good men can give good things, 
132:01,704[A  ]| And that$6#2$ which$6#1$ is not good, is not delicious 
132:01,705[A  ]| To$4$ a well-governed and wise appetite.  
132:01,706[B  ]| O foolishness of men!  that$6#1$ lend their ears 
132:01,707[B  ]| To$4$ those budge doctors of the \Stoick\ Fur, 
132:01,708[B  ]| And fetch their precepts from the \Cynic\ Tub, 
132:01,709[B  ]| Praising the lean and sallow Abstinence.  
132:01,710[B  ]| Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth, 
132:01,711[B  ]| With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, 
132:01,712[B  ]| Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks, 
132:01,713[B  ]| Thronging the Seas with spawn innumerable, 
132:01,714[B  ]| But all to$9$ please, and sate the curious taste?  
132:01,715[B  ]| And set to$9$ work millions of spinning Worms, 
132:01,716[B  ]| That$6#1$ in$4$ their green shops weave the smooth-haired silk 
132:01,717[B  ]| To$9$ deck her Sons, and that$3$ no$2$ corner might 
132:01,718[B  ]| Be vacant of her plenty, in$4$ her own loins 
132:01,719[B  ]| She hutched the all-worshipt ore, and precious gems 
132:01,720[B  ]| To$9$ store her children with; if all the world 
132:01,721[B  ]| Should in$4$ a pet of temperance feed on$4$ Pulse, 
132:01,722[B  ]| Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but Frieze, 
132:01,723[B  ]| The all-giver would be unthanked, would be unpraised, 
132:01,724[B  ]| Not half his riches known, and yet despised, 
132:01,725[B  ]| And we should serve him as a grudging master, 
132:01,726[B  ]| As a penurious niggard of his wealth, 
132:01,727[B  ]| And live like$4$ Nature's bastards, not her sons, 
132:01,728[B  ]| Who$6#1$ would be quite surcharged with her own weight, 
132:01,729[B  ]| And strangled with her waste fertility; 
132:01,730[B  ]| The earth cumbered, and the winged air darkt with plumes, 
132:01,731[B  ]| The herds would over-multitude their Lords, 
132:01,732[B  ]| The Sea overfraught would swell, and the unsought diamonds 
132:01,733[B  ]| Would so$5#1$ emblaze the forehead of the Deep, 
132:01,734[B  ]| And so$5#1$ bestud with Stars, that$3$ they below 
132:01,735[B  ]| Would grow inured to$4$ light, and come at last 
132:01,736[B  ]| To$9$ gaze upon$4$ the Sun with shameless brows.  
132:01,737[B  ]| List Lady be not coy, and be not cozened 
132:01,738[B  ]| With that$6#2$ same vaunted name Virginity, 
132:01,739[B  ]| Beauty is nature's coin, must not be hoarded, 
132:01,740[B  ]| But must be current, and the good thereof 
132:01,741[B  ]| Consists in$4$ mutual and partaken bliss, 
132:01,742[B  ]| Unsavoury in$4$ the enjoyment of itself 
132:01,743[B  ]| If you let slip time, like$4$ a neglected rose 
132:01,744[B  ]| It withers on$4$ the stalk with languished head.  
132:01,745[B  ]| Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown 
132:01,746[B  ]| In$4$ courts, at feasts, and high solemnities 
132:01,747[B  ]| Where most may wonder at the workmanship; 
132:01,748[B  ]| It is for$4$ homely features to$9$ keep home, 
132:01,749[B  ]| They had their name thence; coarse complexions 
132:01,750[B  ]| And cheeks of sorry grain will$1$ serve to$9$ ply 
132:01,751[B  ]| The sampler, and to$9$ tease the housewife's wool.  
132:01,752[B  ]| What need a vermeil-tinctured lip for$4$ that$6#2$ 
132:01,753[B  ]| Love-darting eyes, or tresses like$4$ the Morn?  
132:01,754[B  ]| There was another meaning in$4$ these gifts, 
132:01,755[B  ]| Think what, and be advised, you are but young yet.  
132:01,756[A  ]| I had not thought to$9$ have unlocked my lips 
132:01,757[A  ]| In$4$ this unhallowed air, but that$3$ this Juggler 
132:01,758[A  ]| Would think to$9$ charm my judgement, as mine eyes, 
132:01,759[A  ]| Obtruding false rules pranked in$4$ reason's garb.  
132:01,760[A  ]| I hate when vice can bolt her arguments, 
132:01,761[A  ]| And virtue has no$2$ tongue to$9$ check her pride:  
132:01,762[A  ]| Impostor do not charge most innocent nature, 
132:01,763[A  ]| As if she would her children should be riotous 
132:01,764[A  ]| With her abundance, she good cateress 
132:01,765[A  ]| Means her provision only to$4$ the good 
132:01,766[A  ]| That$6#1$ live according to$4$ her sober laws, 
132:01,767[A  ]| And holy dictate of spare Temperance:  
132:01,768[A  ]| If every just man that$6#1$ now pines with want 
132:01,769[A  ]| Had but a moderate and beseeming share 
132:01,770[A  ]| Of that$6#2$ which$6#1$ lewdly-pampered Luxury 
132:01,771[A  ]| Now heaps upon$4$ some few with vast excess, 
132:01,772[A  ]| Nature's full blessings would be well dispensed 
132:01,773[A  ]| In$4$ unsuperfluous even proportion, 
132:01,774[A  ]| And she no$2$ whit encumbered with her store, 
132:01,775[A  ]| And then the giver would be better thanked, 
132:01,776[A  ]| His praise due paid, for$3$ swinish gluttony 
132:01,777[A  ]| Never looks to$4$ Heaven amidst his gorgeous feast, 
132:01,778[A  ]| But with besotted base ingratitude 
132:01,779[A  ]| Crams, and blasphemes his feeder.  Shall I go on$5$?  
132:01,780[A  ]| Or have I said enough?  To$4$ him that$6#1$ dares 
132:01,781[A  ]| Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words 
132:01,782[A  ]| Against the Sun-clad power of Chastity, 
132:01,783[A  ]| Fain would I something say, yet to$4$ what end?  
132:01,784[A  ]| Thou hast nor Ear, nor Soul to$9$ apprehend 
132:01,785[A  ]| The sublime notion, and high mystery 
132:01,786[A  ]| That$6#1$ must be uttered to$9$ unfold the sage 
132:01,787[A  ]| And serious doctrine of Virginity, 
132:01,788[A  ]| And thou art worthy that$3$ thou shouldst not know 
132:01,789[A  ]| More happiness than this thy present lot.  
132:01,790[A  ]| Enjoy your dear Wit, and gay Rhetoric 
132:01,791[A  ]| That$6#1$ hath so$5#1$ well been taught her dazzling fence, 
132:01,792[A  ]| Thou art not fit to$9$ hear thyself convinced; 
132:01,793[A  ]| Yet should I try, the uncontrolled worth 
132:01,794[A  ]| Of this pure cause would kindle my rapt spirits 
132:01,795[A  ]| To$4$ such a flame of sacred vehemence, 
132:01,796[A  ]| That$3$ dumb things would be moved to$9$ sympathize, 
132:01,797[A  ]| And the brute Earth would lend her nerves, and shake, 
132:01,798[A  ]| Till all thy magic structures reared so$5#1$ high, 
132:01,799[A  ]| Were shattered into heaps over thy false head.  
132:01,800[B  ]| She fables not, I feel that$3$ I do fear 
132:01,801[B  ]| Her words set off by$4$ some superior power; 
132:01,802[B  ]| And though not mortal, yet a cold shuddering dew 
132:01,803[B  ]| Dips me all over, as when the wrath of \Jove\ 
132:01,804[B  ]| Speaks thunder, and the chains of \Erebus\ 
132:01,805[B  ]| To$4$ some of \Saturns\ crew.  I must dissemble, 
132:01,806[B  ]| And try her yet more strongly.  Come, no$2$ more, 
132:01,807[B  ]| This is mere moral babble, and direct 
132:01,808[B  ]| Against the canon laws of our foundation; 
132:01,809[B  ]| I must not suffer this, yet it is but the lees 
132:01,810[B  ]| And settlings of a melancholy blood; 
132:01,811[B  ]| But this will$1$ cure all straight, one sip of this 
132:01,812[B  ]| Will$1$ bathe the drooping spirits in$4$ delight 
132:01,813[B  ]| Beyond the bliss of dreams.  Be wise, and taste.  ~~  
132:01,000['  ]| <\The Brothers rush in with Swords drawn, wrest his Glass\>
132:01,000['  ]| <\out of his hand, and break it against the ground; his rout\>
132:01,000['  ]| <\make signe of resistance, but are all driven in; The \>
132:01,000['  ]| <\attendant Spirit comes in.\> 
132:01,814[F  ]| What, have you let the false enchanter escape?  
132:01,815[F  ]| O ye mistook, ye should have snatched his wand 
132:01,816[F  ]| And bound him fast; without his rod reversed, 
132:01,817[F  ]| And backward mutters of dissevering power, 
132:01,818[F  ]| We can not free the Lady that$6#1$ sits here 
132:01,819[F  ]| In$4$ stony fetters fixed, and motionless; 
132:01,820[F  ]| Yet stay, be not disturbed, now I bethink me, 
132:01,821[F  ]| Some other means I have which$6#1$ may be used, 
132:01,822[F  ]| Which$6#1$ once of \Melibo*eus\ old I learnt 
132:01,823[F  ]| The soothest Shepherd that$6#1$ ever piped on$4$ plains.  
132:01,824[F  ]| There is a gentle Nymph not far from hence, 
132:01,825[F  ]| That$6#1$ with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream, 
132:01,826[F  ]| \Sabrina\ is her name, a Virgin pure, 
132:01,827[F  ]| Whilom she was the daughter of \Locrine\, 
132:01,828[F  ]| That$6#1$ had the Sceptre from his father \Brute\.  
132:01,829[F  ]| The guiltless damsel flying the mad pursuit 
132:01,830[F  ]| Of her enraged stepdam \Guendolen\, 
132:01,831[F  ]| Commended her fair innocence to$4$ the flood 
132:01,832[F  ]| That$6#1$ stayed her flight with his cross-flowing course, 
132:01,833[F  ]| The water Nymphs that$6#1$ in$4$ the bottom played, 
132:01,834[F  ]| Held up$5$ their pearled wrists and took her in$5$, 
132:01,835[F  ]| Bearing her straight to$4$ aged \Nereus\ Hall, 
132:01,836[F  ]| Who$6#1$ piteous of her woes, reared her lank head, 
132:01,837[F  ]| And gave her to$4$ his daughters to$9$ imbathe 
132:01,838[F  ]| In$4$ nectared lavers strewed with Asphodel, 
132:01,839[F  ]| And through the porch and inlet of each sense 
132:01,840[F  ]| Dropped in$5$ Ambrosial Oils till she revived, 
132:01,841[F  ]| And underwent a quick immortal change 
132:01,842[F  ]| Made Goddess of the River; still she retains 
132:01,843[F  ]| Her maiden gentleness, and oft at Eve 
132:01,844[F  ]| Visits the herds along the twilight meadows, 
132:01,845[F  ]| Helping all urchin blasts, and ill luck signs 
132:01,846[F  ]| That$6#1$ the shrewd meddling Elf delights to$9$ make, 
132:01,847[F  ]| Which$6#1$ she with precious violed liquors heals.  
132:01,848[F  ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ the Shepherds at their festivals 
132:01,849[F  ]| Carol her goodness loud in$4$ rustic lays, 
132:01,850[F  ]| And throw sweet garland wreaths into her stream 
132:01,851[F  ]| Of pansies, pinks, and gaudy Daffodils.  
132:01,852[F  ]| And, as the old Swain said, she can unlock 
132:01,853[F  ]| The clasping charm, and thaw the numbing spell, 
132:01,854[F  ]| If she be right invoked in$4$ warbled Song, 
132:01,855[F  ]| For$3$ maidenhood she loves, and will$1$ be swift 
132:01,856[F  ]| To$9$ aid a Virgin, such as was herself 
132:01,857[F  ]| In$4$ hard besetting need, this will$1$ I try 
132:01,858[F  ]| And add the power of some adjuring verse.  
132:01,000['  ]| <\SONG.\> 
132:01,859[F  ]| \Sabrina fair\ 
132:01,860[F  ]| \Listen where thou art sitting\ 
132:01,861[F  ]| \Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave,\ 
132:01,862[F  ]| \In$4$ twisted braids of Lilies knitting\ 
132:01,863[F  ]| \The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair,\ 
132:01,864[F  ]| \Listen for$4$ dear honour's sake,\ 
132:01,865[F  ]| \Goddess of the silver lake,\ 
132:01,866[F  ]| \Listen and save.\ 
132:01,867[F  ]| Listen and appear to$4$ us 
132:01,868[F  ]| In$4$ name of great \Oceanus\, 
132:01,869[F  ]| By$4$ the earth-shaking \Neptune's\ mace, 
132:01,870[F  ]| And \Tethys'\ grave majestick pace, 
132:01,871[F  ]| By$4$ hoary \Nereus\ wrinkled look, 
132:01,872[F  ]| And the \Carpathian\ wizard's hook, 
132:01,873[F  ]| By$4$ scaly \Triton's\ winding shell, 
132:01,874[F  ]| And old sooth-saying \Glaucus'\ spell, 
132:01,875[F  ]| By$4$ \Leucothea's\ lovely hands, 
132:01,876[F  ]| And her son that$6#1$ rules the strands, 
132:01,877[F  ]| By$4$ \Thetis'\ tinsel-slippered feet, 
132:01,878[F  ]| And the Songs of \Sirens\ sweet, 
132:01,879[F  ]| By$4$ dead \Parthenope's\ dear tomb, 
132:01,880[F  ]| And fair \Ligea's\ golden comb, 
132:01,881[F  ]| Wherewith she sits on$4$ diamond rocks 
132:01,882[F  ]| Sleeking her soft alluring locks, 
132:01,883[F  ]| By$4$ all the \Nymphs\ that$6#1$ nightly dance 
132:01,884[F  ]| Upon$4$ thy streams with wily glance, 
132:01,885[F  ]| Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head 
132:01,886[F  ]| From thy coral-paved bed, 
132:01,887[F  ]| And bridle in$5$ thy headlong wave, 
132:01,888[F  ]| Till thou our summons answered have.  
132:01,889[F  ]| Listen and save.  
132:01,000['  ]| <\Sabrina rises, attended by water-Nymphes, and sings.\> 
132:01,890[E  ]| \By$4$ the rushy-fringed bank,\ 
132:01,891[E  ]| \Where grows the Willow and the Osier dank,\ 
132:01,892[E  ]| \My sliding Chariot stays,\ 
132:01,893[E  ]| \Thick set with Agate, and the azure sheen\ 
132:01,894[E  ]| \Of Turkis blue, and Emerald green\ 
132:01,895[E  ]| \That$6#1$ in$4$ the channel strays,\ 
132:01,896[E  ]| \Whilst from off the waters fleet\ 
132:01,897[E  ]| \Thus I set my printless feet\ 
132:01,898[E  ]| \Over the Cowslip's Velvet head,\ 
132:01,899[E  ]| \That$6#1$ bends not as I tread,\ 
132:01,900[E  ]| \Gentle swain at thy request\ 
132:01,901[E  ]| \I am here.\ 
132:01,902[F  ]| Goddess dear 
132:01,903[F  ]| We implore thy powerful hand 
132:01,904[F  ]| To$9$ undo the charmed band 
132:01,905[F  ]| Of true Virgin here distressed, 
132:01,906[F  ]| Through the force, and through the wile 
132:01,907[F  ]| Of unblest enchanter vile.  
132:01,908[E  ]| Shepherd it is my office best 
132:01,909[E  ]| To$9$ help ensnared chastity; 
132:01,910[E  ]| Brightest Lady look on$4$ me, 
132:01,911[E  ]| Thus I sprinkle on$4$ thy breast 
132:01,912[E  ]| Drops that$6#1$ from my fountain pure, 
132:01,913[E  ]| I have kept of precious cure, 
132:01,914[E  ]| Thrice upon$4$ thy finger's tip, 
132:01,915[E  ]| Thrice upon$4$ thy rubied lip, 
132:01,916[E  ]| Next this marble venomed seat 
132:01,917[E  ]| Smeared with gums of glutinous heat 
132:01,918[E  ]| I touch with chaste palms moist and cold, 
132:01,919[E  ]| Now the spell hath lost his hold; 
132:01,920[E  ]| And I must haste before morning hour 
132:01,921[E  ]| To$9$ wait in$4$ \Amphitrite's\ bower.  
132:01,000['  ]| <\Sabrina descends, and the Lady rises out of her seat.\> 
132:01,922[F  ]| Virgin, daughter of \Locrine\ 
132:01,923[F  ]| Sprung of old \Anchises'\ line, 
132:01,924[F  ]| May thy brimmed waves for$4$ this 
132:01,925[F  ]| Their full tribute never miss 
132:01,926[F  ]| From a thousand petty rills, 
132:01,927[F  ]| That$6#1$ tumble down the snowy hills:  
132:01,928[F  ]| Summer drought, or singed air 
132:01,929[F  ]| Never scorch thy tresses fair, 
132:01,930[F  ]| Nor wet \October's\ torrent flood 
132:01,931[F  ]| Thy molten crystal fill with mud, 
132:01,932[F  ]| May thy billows roll ashore 
132:01,933[F  ]| The beryl, and the golden ore, 
132:01,934[F  ]| May thy lofty head be crowned 
132:01,935[F  ]| With many a tower and terrace round, 
132:01,936[F  ]| And here and there thy banks upon$4$ 
132:01,937[F  ]| With Groves and myrrh, and cinnamon.  
132:01,938[F  ]| Come Lady while Heaven lends us grace, 
132:01,939[F  ]| Let us fly this cursed place, 
132:01,940[F  ]| Lest the Sorcerer us entice 
132:01,941[F  ]| With some other new device.  
132:01,942[F  ]| Not a waste, or needless sound 
132:01,943[F  ]| Till we come to$4$ holier ground, 
132:01,944[F  ]| I shall be your faithful guide 
132:01,945[F  ]| Through this gloomy covert wide, 
132:01,946[F  ]| And not many furlongs thence 
132:01,947[F  ]| Is your Father's residence, 
132:01,948[F  ]| Where this night are met in$4$ state 
132:01,949[F  ]| Many a friend to$9$ gratulate 
132:01,950[F  ]| His wished presence, and beside 
132:01,951[F  ]| All the Swains that$6#1$ there abide, 
132:01,952[F  ]| With Jigs, and rural dance resort, 
132:01,953[F  ]| We shall catch them at their sport, 
132:01,954[F  ]| And our sudden coming there 
132:01,955[F  ]| Will$1$ double all their mirth and cheer; 
132:01,956[F  ]| Come let us haste, the Stars grow high, 
132:01,957[F  ]| But night sits monarch yet in$4$ the mid sky.  
132:01,000['  ]| <\The Scene changes, presenting\ Ludlow Town>
132:01,000['  ]| <\and the Presidents Castle, then com in\>
132:01,000['  ]| <\Countrey-Dancers, after them the attendant Spirit,\>
132:01,000['  ]| <\with the two Brothers and the Lady.\> 
132:01,000['  ]| <\Song.\> 
132:01,958[F  ]| \Back  Shepherds, back, enough your play,\ 
132:01,959[F  ]| \Till next Sun-shine holiday,\ 
132:01,960[F  ]| \Here be without duck or nod\ 
132:01,961[F  ]| \Other trippings to$9$ be trod\ 
132:01,962[F  ]| \Of lighter toes, and such Court guise\ 
132:01,963[F  ]| \As\ Mercury \did first devise\ 
132:01,964[F  ]| \With the mincing\ Dryads 
132:01,965[F  ]| \On$4$ the Lawns, and on$4$ the Leas.\ 
132:01,000['  ]| <\This second Song presents them to their father and mother.\> 
132:01,966[F  ]| \Noble Lord, and Lady Bright,\ 
132:01,967[F  ]| \I have brought ye new delight,\ 
132:01,968[F  ]| \Here behold so$5#1$ goodly grown\ 
132:01,969[F  ]| \Three fair branches of your own,\ 
132:01,970[F  ]| \Heaven hath timely tried their youth,\ 
132:01,971[F  ]| \Their faith, their patience, and their truth.\ 
132:01,972[F  ]| \And sent them here through hard assays\ 
132:01,973[F  ]| \With a crown of deathless Praise,\ 
132:01,974[F  ]| \To$9$ triumph in$4$ victorious dance\ 
132:01,975[F  ]| \Over sensual Folly, and Intemperance.\ 
132:01,000['  ]| <\The dances ended, the Spirit Epiloguizes.\> 
132:01,976[F  ]| To$4$ the Ocean now I fly, 
132:01,977[F  ]| And those happy climes that$6#1$ lie 
132:01,978[F  ]| Where day never shuts his eye, 
132:01,979[F  ]| Up$5$ in$4$ the broad fields of the sky:  
132:01,980[F  ]| There I suck the liquid air 
132:01,981[F  ]| All amidst the Gardens fair 
132:01,982[F  ]| Of \Hesperus\, and his daughters three 
132:01,983[F  ]| That$6#1$ sing about the golden tree:  
132:01,984[F  ]| Along the crisped shades and bowers 
132:01,985[F  ]| Revels the spruce and jocund Spring, 
132:01,986[F  ]| The Graces, and the rosy-bosomed Hours, 
132:01,987[F  ]| Thither all their bounties bring, 
132:01,988[F  ]| That$3$ there eternal Summer dwells, 
132:01,989[F  ]| And West winds, with musky wing 
132:01,990[F  ]| About the cedarn alleys fling 
132:01,991[F  ]| \Nard\, and \Cassia's\ balmy smells.  
132:01,992[F  ]| \Iris\ there with humid bow, 
132:01,993[F  ]| Waters the odorous banks that$6#1$ blow 
132:01,994[F  ]| Flowers of more mingled hue
132:01,995[F  ]| Than her purfled scarf can shew, 
132:01,996[F  ]| And drenches with \Elysian\ dew 
132:01,997[F  ]| (List mortals, if your ears be true) 
132:01,998[F  ]| Beds of \Hyacinth\, and roses 
132:01,999[F  ]| Where young \Adonis\ oft reposes, 
132:01,000[F  ]| Waxing well of his deep wound 
132:01,001[F  ]| In$4$ slumber soft, and on$4$ the ground 
132:01,002[F  ]| Sadly sits the \Assyrian\ Queen; 
132:01,003[F  ]| But far above in$4$ spangled sheen 
132:01,004[F  ]| Celestial \Cupid\ her famed son advanced, 
132:01,005[F  ]| Holds his dear \Psyche\ sweet entranced 
132:01,006[F  ]| After her wandering labours long, 
132:01,007[F  ]| Till free consent the gods among 
132:01,008[F  ]| Make her his eternal Bride, 
132:01,009[F  ]| And from her fair unspotted side 
132:01,010[F  ]| Two blissful twins are to$9$ be born, 
132:01,011[F  ]| Youth and Joy; so$5#2$ \Jove\ hath sworn.  
132:01,012[F  ]| But now my task is smoothly done, 
132:01,013[F  ]| I can fly, or I can run 
132:01,014[F  ]| Quickly to$4$ the green earth's end, 
132:01,015[F  ]| Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend, 
132:01,016[F  ]| And from thence can soar as soon 
132:01,017[F  ]| To$4$ the corners of the Moon.  
132:01,018[F  ]| Mortals that$6#1$ would follow me, 
132:01,019[F  ]| Love vertue, she alone is free, 
132:01,020[F  ]| She can teach ye how to$9$ climb 
132:01,021[F  ]| Higher than the Sphery chime; 
132:01,022[F  ]| Of if Virtue feeble were, 
132:01,023[F  ]| Heaven itself would stoop to$4$ her.  
132:01,000['  ]| <\The End.\>