As there he bides, it fo befell,

The wind came ruftling down a dell,
A fhaking feiz'd the wall:

Up fpring the tapers as before,
The Faeries bragly foot the floor,
And mufic fills the hall.

But certes forely funk with woe
Sir Topaz fees the Elphin show,
His fpirits in him dy:

When Oberon cries, ́ a man is near,
A mortall paffion, cleeped fear,
"Hangs flagging in the sky.'

With that Sir Topaz (haplefs youth!)
In accents fault'ring ay for ruth
Intreats them pity graunt;

For als he been a mister wight
Betray'd by wand'ring in the night
To tread the circled haunt;

Ah lofell vile, at once they roar ! < And little fkill'd of Faerie lore,

Thy caufe to come we know:

'Now has thy keftrell courage fell; 'And Faeries, fince a ly you tell,

Are free to work thee woe.'

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Then Will, who bears the wifpy fire
To trail the fwains among the mire,
The caitive upward flung;

There like a tortoife in a shop
He dangled from the chamber-top,
Where whilome Edwin hung.

The revel now proceeds apace,
Deffly they frifk it o'er the place,

They fit, they drink, and eat 3
The time with frolic mirth beguile,
And poor Sir Topaz hangs the while
'Till all the rout retreat.

By this the starrs began to wink,
They skriek, they fly, the tapers fink,
And down ydrops the knight.

For never fpell by Faerie laid

With strong enchantment bound a glade
Beyond the length of night.

Chill, dark, alone, adreed, he lay,
'Till up the welkin rose the day,

Then deem'd the dole was o'er:

But wot ye well his harder lot?
His feely back the Bunch has got

Which Edwin loft afore.

This tale a Sybil-Nurse ared;

She foftly strok'd my youngling head,

And when the tale was done,

• Thus fome are born, my fon (the cries)

• With base impediments to rife,

And fome are born with none.

But virtue can itfelf advance

To what the fav'rite fools of chance
"By fortune feem'd defign'd;

• Virtue can gain the odds of fate,
And from itself shake off the weight
'Upon th'unworthy Mind.

THE

VIGIL OF VENUS.

WRITTEN IN THE TIME OF

JULIUS CAESAR,

AND BY SOME ASCRIBED TO

CATULLUS.

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ET thofe love now, who never lov'd before;

Let those who always lov'd, now love the more." The Spring, the new, the warb'ling Spring appears, The youthful feafon of reviving years;

In Spring the Loves enkindle mutual heats,
The feather'd nation chufe their tuneful mates,
The trees grow fruitful with defcending rain
And dreft in diff'ring greens adorn the plain.

PERVIGILIUM VENERIS.

"CRAS amet, qui numquam amavit ; quique 2

mavit, cras amet."

Ver novum, ver jam canorum: vere natus orbis est, Vere concordant amores, vere nubent alites,

Et nemus comam refolvit de maritis imbribus.

She comes; to-morrow Beauty's Emprefs roves
Thro' walks that winding run within the groves;
She twines the shooting myrtle into bowers,
And ties their meeting tops with wreaths of flow'rs,
Then rais'd fublimely on her easy throne
From Nature's pow'rful dictates draws her own.

"Let those love now, who never lov'd before; "Let those who always lov'd, now love the more.' 'Twas on that day which faw the teeming flood Swell round, impregnate with celeftial blood; Wand'ring in circles stood the finny crew, The midft was left a void expanse of blue, There parent Ocean work'd with heaving throes, And dropping wet the fair Dione rofe.

"Let those love now, who never lov'd before; "Let those who always lov'd, now love the more."

Cras amorem copulatrix inter umbras arborum
Implicat gazas virentes de flagello myrteo.

Cras Dione jura dicit, fulta fublimi throno.

“Cras amet, qui numquam amavit; quique ama"vit, cras amet."

Tunc liquore de fuperno, fpumeo ponti e globo, Caerulas inter catervas, inter et bipedes equos, Fecit undantem Dionen de maritis imbribus.

"Cras amet, qui numquam amavit; quique amavit, cras amet.

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