Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting Soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, The hidden foul of harmony; ty 140 IL PENSEROS O. HENCE vain deluding joys, The brood of folly without father bred, How little you bested, Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys? Dwell in fome idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the fun-beams, Or likeft overing dreams 5 The The fickle pensioners of Morpheus train. Whose faintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human fight, 10 And therefore to our weaker view 15 O'er-laid with black, flaid wisdom's hue; Black, but fuch as in efteem Prince Memnon's fifter might beseem, Or that starr'd Ethiop queen that strove To fet her beauties praise above The Sea-Nymphs, and their pow'rs offended: Thee bright-hair'd Vesta long of yore To folitary Saturn bore; His daughter fhe (in Saturn's reign, pure, N 3 20 25 30 35 Come, Come, but keep thy wonted state, 40 With a fad leaden downward cast Thou fix them on the earth as fast: And join with thee calm Peace, and Quiet, 45 Spare Faft, that oft with Gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring Ay round about Jove's altar fing: That in trim gardens takes his pleasure; 50 But first, and chiefest, with thee bring, Smoothing the rugged brow of night, 55 In her sweetest, faddeft plight, To bless the doors from nightly harm: What worlds, or what vast regions hold Her mansion in this fleshly nook: 85 90 And of those Demons that are found Whose power In fcepter'd pall come fweeping by, And made Hell grant what love did seek. 95 100 105 The story of Cambuscan bold, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass, On which the Tartar king did ride; In fage and folemn tunes have sung, Where more is meant than meets the ear. |