And first behold this cordial julip here
That flames and dances in his crystal bounds
With fpirits of balm, and fragrant fyrups mixt..
Not that Nepentes which the wife of Thone,
In Egypt gave to Joye-born Helena,
Is of fuch power to ftir up joy as this,
To life fo friendly, or fo cool to thirst,
Why should you be fo cruel to yourfelf,
And to thofe dainty limbs which nature lent
For gentle ufage, and foft delicacy?
But you invert the cov'nants of her truft,
And harshly deal like an ill borrower
With that which you receiv'd on other terms,.
Scorning the unexempt condition

By which all mortal frailty muft fubfift,
Refreshment after toil, ease after pain,
That have been tir'd all day without repast,
And timely reft have wanted: but fair virgin
This will reftore all foon,

La. 'Twill not, false traitor,

"Twill not restore the truth and honesty

That thou haft banisht from thy tongue with lies.
Was this the cottage, and the fafe abode

Thou told'st nie of? what grim afpects are these,
Thefe ugly-headed monfters? mercy guard me!
Hence with thy brew'd inchantments, foul deceiver,
Haft thou betray'd my credulous innocence
With vifor'd falfhood, and bafe forgery,
And would't thou feek agen to trap me here
With lickerifh baits fit to infnare a brute ?
Were it a draft for Juno when the banquets,
I would not taste thy treafonous offer; none
But fuch as are good men can give good things,
And that which is not good, is not delicious
To a well-govern'd and wife appetite.

Co. O foolishness of men! that lend their ears
To thofe budge doctors of the Stoic furr,
And fetch their precepts from the Cynic tuby

Praifing the lean and fallow abftinence..
Wherefore did nature pour her bounties forth,
With fuch a full and unwithdrawing hand,
Covering the earth with odours, fruits, and flocks,
Thronging the feas with fpawn innumerable,
But all to pleafe, and fate the curious taste?
And fet to work millions of fpinning worms,
That in their green fhops weave the smooth-hair'd filk
To deck her fons, and that no corner might
Be vacant of her plenty, in her own loyns
She hutch't th' all-worshipt ore, and precious gems
To store her children with; if all the world
Should in a pet of temperance feed on pulfe,
Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but freize,
Th' all-giver would be unthank't, would be unprais'd
Not half his riches known, and yet defpis'd,
And we fhould ferve him as a grudging master,
As a penurious niggard of his wealth,

And live like nature's baftards, not her fons,
Who would be quite furcharg'd with her own weight,
And ftrangled with her wafte fertility; [plumes,
Th' earth cumber'd, and the wing'd air dark't with
The herds would over-multitude their lords, [diamonds
The fea o'erfraught would fwell, and th' unfought
Would fo emblaze the forehead of the deep,
And fo beftud with ftars, that they below
Would grow inur'd to light, and come at last
To gaze upon the fun with fhameless brows.
Lift lady, be not coy, and be not cofen'd
With that fame vaunted name virginity,
Beauty is nature's coin, muft not be hoorded,
But must be current, and the good thereof
Confifts in mutual and partaken blifs,
Unfav'ry in th' enjoyment of itfelf;
If you let flip time, like a neglected rofe
It withers on the ftalk with languifh'd head.
Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown
In courts, at feafts, and high folemnities,

Where most may wonder at the workmanship;
It is for homely features to keep home,,
They had their name thence; coarfe complexions
And checks of forry grain will ferve to ply
The fampler, and to teize the houfwifes wooll.
What need a vermil-tinctur'd lip for that,
Love-darting eyes, or treffes like the morn?
There was another meaning in thefe gifts,
Think what, and be advis'd, you are but young yet.
La. I had not thought to have unlockt my lips
In this unhallow'd air, but that this jugler
Would think to charm my judgment, as mine eyes,
Obtruding falle rules, pranckt in reafon's garb.
I hate when vice can bolt her arguments,
And virtue has no tongue to check her pride
Impoftor, do not charge most innocent nature,
As if the would her children fhould be riotous
With her abundance; the good caterefs
Means her provifion only to the good,
That live according to her fober laws,
And holy dictate of fpare temperance:
If every just man that now pines with want
Had but a moderate and befeeming fhare
Of that which lewdly-pamper'd luxury
Now heaps upon fome few with vaft excefs,
Nature's full bleffings would be well difpens'd,
In unfuperfluous even proportion,

And the no whit encumber'd with her ftore,
And then the giver would be better thank'd,
His praife due paid; for fwinifh gluttony
Ne'er looks to heav'n amidst his gorgeous feaft,
But with befotted bafe ingratitude depos
Cramms, and blafphemes his feeder. Shall I go on?
Or have I said enough? to him that dares

Arm his prophane tongue with contemptuous words
Against the fun clad power of chastity,

Fain would I fomething fay, yet to what end?
Thou haft not ear, nor foul to apprehend

The fublime notion, and high mystery
That must be utter'd to unfold the fage
And ferious doctrine of virginity,

And thou art worthy that thou should'st not know.
More happiness than this thy prefent lot.
Enjoy your dear wit, and gay rhetoric

That hath fo well been taught her dazling fence,
Thou art not fit to hear thyself convinc'd;
Yet fhould I try, the uncontrouled worth
Of this pure caufe would kindle my rap'd spirits
To fuch a flame of facred vehemence,

That dumb things would be mov'd to fympathize,
And the brute earth would lend her nerves, and shake,
Till all thy magic ftructures rear'd fo high,
Were shatter'd into heaps o'er thy falfe head.
Co. She fables not, I feel that I do fear
Her words fet off by fome fuperior power;
And though not mortal, yet a cold shudd'ring dew
Dips me all o'er, as when the wrath of Jove
Speaks thunder, and the chains of Erebus
To fome of Saturn's crew. I muft diffemble,
And try her yet more ftrongly. Come, no more,
This is meer moral babble, and direct

Against the canon laws of our foundation;
I must not fuffer this, yet 'tis but the lees
And fettlings of a melancholy blood:
But this will cure all ftraight, one fip of this
Will bathe the drooping fpirits in delight,
Beyond the blifs of dreams. Be wife, and taste.

The brothers rub in with furds drawn, wreft his glafs out of his hand, aud break it against the ground; bis rout make fign of refiftance, but are all driven in the attendant Spirit comes in.

Spir. What, have you let the falfe enchanter. 'fcape? O ye mistook, ye fhould have fnatcht his wand And bound him faft; without his rod revers'd,

And backward mutters of diffevering power,
We cannot free the lady that fits here
In ftony fetters fixt, and motionless;

Yet ftay, be not disturb'd, now I bethink me,
Some other means I have which may be us'd,
Which once of Melibaeus old I learnt,
The footheft fhepherd that e'er pip't on plains.-
There is a gentle nymph not far from hence,
That with moift curb fways the smooth Severn stream,
Sabrina is her name, a virgin pure;

Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine,
That had the scepter from his father Brute.
She guiltless damfel flying the mad purfuit
Of her enraged stepdame Guendolen,

Commended her fair innocence to the flood
That stay'd her flight with his crofs-flowing courfe.
The water nymphs that in the bottom plaid,,
Held up their pearled wrifts and took her in,
Bearing her straight to aged Nereus hall,
Who piteous of her woes, rear'd her lank head,
And gave her to his daughters to imbathe
In nectar'd lavers ftrew'd with afphodil,
And through the porch and inlet of each fenfe
Dropt in ambrofial oyls till fhe reviv'd,
And underwent a quick immortal change,
Made goddess of the river; ftill fhe retains
Her maiden gentleness, and oft at eve
Vifits the herds along the twilight meadows,
Helping all urchin blaft, and ill-luck figns
That the fhrewd medling Elfe delights to make,
Which the with precious viol'd liquors heals,
For which the fhepherds at their festivals
Carrol her goodness loud in ruftic lays,
And throw sweet garland wreaths into her stream
Of pancies, pinks and gaudy daffadils.
And, as the old fwain faid, fhe can unlock
The clafping charm, and thaw the numming fpell,
If the be-right invok'd in warbled fong,