;
With Jiggs, and rural dance refort
We shall catch them at their sport,
And our fudden coming there
Will double all their mirth and chear.
Come let us hafte, the Stars grow high,
But Night fits Monarch yet in the mid sky.
The Scene changes, prefenting Ludlow Town and the Prefident's Caftle; then come in Country Dancers, after them the attendant Spirit, with the two Brothers and the Lady.
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Spir. Back, Shepherds, back, anough your play, 'Till next Sun-fhine holiday;
Here be, without duck or nod,
Other trippings to be trod
Of lighter toes, and fuch Court guise
As Mercury did firft devife
With the mincing Dryades,
On the Lawns, and on the Leas.
This fecond Song prefents them to their Father and Mother.
L.
Noble Lord and Lady bright,
I have brought ye new delight:
Here behold fo goodly grown
Three fair branches of your own;
Heav'n hath timely try'd their youth,
Their faith, their patience, and their truth,
And fent them here through hard affays
With a Crown of deathless Praife,
To triumph in victorious dance
O'er fenfual Folly, and Intemperance.
The Dances ended, the Spirit Epiloguizes.
Spir. To the Ocean now I fly,
And those happy climes that ly
Where day never shuts his eye,
Up in the broad fields of the sky:
There I fuck the liquid air
All amidst the Gardens fair
Of Hesperus, and his daughters three
That fing about the golden tree:
Along the crifped fhades and bowres
Revels the spruce and jocund Spring,
The Graces, and the rofie-bofom'd Hours,
Thither all their bounties bring,
There eternal Summer dwells,
And Weft-winds, with musky wing
About the cedar'n alleys fling
Nard, and Caffia's balmy fmells.
Iris there with humid bow
Waters the odorous banks, that blow
Flowers of more mingled hew
Than her purfled fcarf can fhew,
And drenches with Elysian dew
(Lift mortals if your ears be true)
Beds of Hyacinth and Roses,
Where young Adonis oft repofes,
Waxing well of his deep wound
In flumber soft, and on the ground
Sadly fits th' Affyrian Queen;
But far above in spangled sheen
Celestial Cupid her fam'd Son advanc'd,
Holds his dear Pfyche sweet intranc'd,
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After her wandring labours long,
"Till free confent the gods among
Make her his eternal Bride,
And from her fair unfpotted fide
Two blissful twins are to be born,
Youth and joy; fo Jove hath fworn.
But now my task is fmoothly done,
I can fly, or I can run
Quickly to the green earth's end,
Where the bow'd welkin flow doth bend;
And from thence can foar as foon
To the corners of the Moon.
Mortals that would follow me,
Love virtue, the alone is free;
She can teach ye how to clime
Higher than the Sphery chime;
Or if virtue feeble were,
Heav'n it self would ftoop to her.
I.
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HIS is the Month, and this the happy Morn Wherein the Son of Heav'n's eternal King, Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born, Our great Redemption from above did bring; For fo the holy Sages once did fing,
That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace. II.
That glorious Form, that Light unsufferable,
And that far-beaming blaze of Majefty,
Wherewith he wont at Heav'n's high Council-table
To fit the midst of Trinal Unity,
He laid afide; and here with us to be,
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