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The dire report through every region flies, 335
In every ear incessant rumours rung,
And gathering scandals grew on every tongue.
From the black trumpet's rusty concave broke
Sulphureous flames, and clouds of rolling

smoke:? The poisonous vapour blots the purple skies, And withers all before it as it flies.

341 A troop came next, who crowns and armour

wore, And proud defiance in their looks they bore: “For thee (they cried), amidst alarms and

strife, We sailed in tempests down the stream of life;

345 For thee whole nations filled with flames and

blood, And swam to empire through the purple

flood. Those ills we dared, thy inspiration own, What virtue seemed, was done for thee alone.” Ambitious fools! (the Queen replied, and

frowned,) Be all your acts in dark oblivion drowned ; There sleep forgot, with mighty tyrants gone,

350

1 - Therewithal there came anone

Another huge companye
Of good folke-
What did this Eolus, but he
Took out his trump of brass,
That fouler than the devil was :
And gan this trump for to blowe,
As all the world should overthrowe.
Throughout every regione
Went this foule trumpes soune,
As swift as pellet out of gunne,
When fire is in the powder runne.
And such a smoke gan oute wende,
Out of the foule trumpes ende,” &c.-P.

Your statues mouldered, and your names un

known !” A sudden cloud straight snatched them from

my sight, And each majestic phantom sunk in night. 355

Then came the smallest tribe I yet had seen ;? Plain was their dress, and modest was their

mien. “ Great idol of mankind! we neither claim The praise of merit, nor aspire to fame! But safe in deserts from the applause of men, Would die unheard of, as we lived unseen; 361 'Tis all we beg thee, to conceal from sight Those acts of goodness, which themselves re

quite. O let us still the secret joy partake, To follow virtue ev’n for virtue's sake.” 365.

1 I saw anone the fifth route,

That to this lady gan loute,
And down on knees anone to fall,
And to her they besoughten all,
To hiden their good workes eke
And said, they yeve not a leke
For no fame ne such renowne;
For they for contemplacyoune,
And Goddes love hadde ywrought,
Ne of fame would they ought.

“What (quoth she), and be ye wood ?
And ween ye for to do good,
And for to have it of no fame?
Have ye despite to have my name?
Nay ye shalf lien everichone:
Blowe thy trump and that anone,
(Quoth she,) thou Eolus yhote,
And ring these folkes works be note,
That all the world may of it heare;
And he gan blow their loos so cleare,
In his golden clarioune,
Through the world went the soune,
All so kenely, and eke so soft,
That their fame was blowen aloft.”—P.

And live there men, who slight immortal

fame? Who then with incense shall adore our name? But, mortals! know, 'tis still our greatest pride To blaze those virtues, which the good would hide.

369 Rise! Muses, rise! add all your tuneful breath, These must not sleep in darkness and in death." She said: in air the trembling music floats, And on the winds triumphant swell the notes; So soft, though high, so loud, and yet so clear, Ev'n listening angels leaned from heaven to hear :

375 To farthest shores the ambrosial spirit flies, Sweet to the world, and grateful to the skies. Next these a youthful train their vows ex

pressed, With feathers crowned, with gay embroidery

dressed : “Hither, (they cried,) direct your eyes, and see The men of pleasure, dress, and gallantry; 381 Ours is the place at banquets, balls, and plays, Sprightly our nights, polite are all our days; Courts we frequent, where 'tis our pleasing

care

To pay due visits, and address the fair: 385
In fact, 'tis true, no nymph we could persuade,
But still in fancy vanquished every maid ;
Of unknown duchesses lewd tales we tell,
Yet, would the world believe us, all were well.

1 The reader might compare these twenty-eight lines following, which contain the same matter, with eighty-four of Chaucer, beginning thus :

“ Tho came the sixthe companye,

And gan faste to Fame cry, being too prolix to be here inserted.-P.

quest:

The joy let others have, and we the name, 390 And what we want in pleasure grant in fame.” The Queen assents, the trumpet rends the

skies, And at each blast a lady's honour dies. Pleased with the strange success, vast numbers

pressed Around the shrine, and made the same re

395 “What! you, (she cried) unlearned in arts to

please, Slaves to yourselves, and ev'n fatigued with

ease, Who lose a length of undeserving days, Would you usurp the lover's dear-bought

praise ? To just contempt, ye vain pretenders, fall, 400 The people's fable, and the scorn of all." Straight the black clarion sends a horrid sound, Loud laughs burst out, and bitter scoffs fly

round, Whispers are heard, with taunts reviling loud, And scornful hisses run through all the crowd. Last, those who boast of mighty mischiefs done,

406 Enslave their country, or usurp a throne; Or who their glory's dire foundation laid On sovereigns ruined, or on friends betrayed; Calm, thinking villains, whom no faith could

fix, Of crooked counsels and dark politics; Of these a gloomy tribe surround the throne, And beg to make the immortal treasons known. The trumpet roars, long flaky flames expire,

410

1 “ Tho came another companye,

That had ydone the treachery,” &c.-P.

With sparks, that seemed to set the world on fire.

- 415 At the dread sound, pale mortals stood aghast, And startled Nature trembled with the blast. This having heard and seen, some power un

known' Straight changed the scene, and snatched me

from the throne. Before my view appeared a structure fair, 420 Its site uncertain, if in earth or air; With rapid motion turned the mansion round; With ceaseless noise the ringing walls resound; Not less in number were the spacious doors, Than leaves on trees, or sands upon the shores ; Which still unfolded stand, by night, by day, 426 Pervious to winds, and open every way.

1 The scene here changes from the Temple of Fame to that of Rumour, which is almost entirely Chaucer's. The particulars follow :

“ Tho saw I stonde in a valey,
Under the castle faste by
A house, that Domus Dedali,
That Labyrinthus cleped is,
Nas made so wonderly, I wis,
Ne half so queintly ywrought ;
And evermo, as swift as thought,
This queinte house aboute went,
That never more stille it stent-
And eke this house hath of entrees
As fele as of leaves ben on trees
In summer when they grene ben ;
And in the roof yet men may sene
A thousand holes and well mo,
To letten well the soune out go;
And by day in every tide
Ben all the doores open wide,
And by night each one unshet;
No porter is there one to let,
No manner tydings in to pace :
Ne never rest is in that place.”—P.

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