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Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the Morn?
There was another meaning in these gifts, 754.

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 false rules prankt in Reason's garb.
I hate when Vice can bolt her arguments, 760

And Virtue has no tongue to check her pride.
Impostor, do not charge most innocent Nature,
As if she would her children should be riotous
With her abundance ; she good cateress
Means her provision only to the good, 765

That live according to her sober laws,
And holy dictate of spare Temperancei
If every just man, that now pines with want,
Had but a moderate and beseeming share
Of that which lewdly-pamper'd luxury 770

Now heaps upon some few with vast excess,
Nature's full blessings would be well dispens'd
In unsuperfiuous even proportion,
And she no whit incumber'd with her store,
And then the giver would be better thank'd, 775
His praise due paid ; for swinish Gluttony
Ne'er looks to Heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast,
But with besotted base ingratitude
Crams, and blasphemes his feeder. Shall I go on?
Or have I said enough ? To him that dares 780
Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words

Against the sun-clad pow'r of Chastity,

Fain would I something say, yet to what end?

Thou hast nor ear, nor soul to apprehend

The sublime notion, and high mystery,, 785

That must be utter'd to unfold the sage

And serious doch'in of Virginity,

And thou art worthy that thou shouldst not know

More happiness than this thy present lot.

Enjoy your dear wit, and gay rhetoric, 790

That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence,

Thou ait not fit to hear thyself convinc'd;

Yet should I try, the uncontrolled worth

Of this pure cause would kindle my rapt spirits

To such a flame of sacred vehemence, 793

That dumb things would be mov'd to sympathize,

And the brute earth would lend her nerves ,and shake,

Till all thy magic structures rear'd so high,

Were shatter'd into heaps o'er thy false head,

Com. She fables not, I feel that I do fear 800 Her words set off by some superior power; And though not mortal, yet a cold smidd'ring dew Dips me all o'er, as when the wrath of Jove Speaks thunder, and the chains of Erebus To someof Saturn's crew. I must dissemble 805 And try her yet more strongly. Come, no more, This is mere moral babble, and direct. Against the canon laws of our foundation; I must not.suffer this, yet 'tis but the lees' And settlings of a melancholy blood: 810

But this will cure all strait, one sip of this
Will bathe the drooping spirits in delight
Beyond the bliss of dreams. Be wise, and taste.—

The Brothers rush in with swords drawn, turest his glass out of his hand, and break it against the ground; his rout make sign of resistance, but are all driven in: the attendent Spirit comesin.

Spi. What have you let the false inchanter scape? O ye mistook, ye should have snatcht his wand 815 And bound him fast; without his rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power, We cannot free the lady that sits here In stony fetters fix'd, and motionless: Yet stay, be not disturb'd; now I bethink me, 820 Some other means I have which may be us'd, Which once of Melibceus old I learnt, The soothest shepherd that e'er pip'd on plains.

There is a gentle nymph not far from hence, That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn

stream, Sabrina is her name, a virgin pure; 816

Whilome she was the daughter of Locrine,
That had the scepter from his father Brute.
She guiltless damsel fly'ing the mad pursuit
Of her enraged stepdame Guendolen, 8 30

Commended her fair innocence to the flood,
That stay'd her flight with his cross-flowing course.
The water-nymphs that in the bottom play'd,

Held up their pearled wrists and took, her in,

Bearing her strait to aged Nereus' hall, 835

Who piteous of her woes, rear'd her lank head,

And gave her to his daughters to imbathe

In neflar'd lavers strow'd with asphodil,

And through the porch and inlet of each sense

Dropt in ambrosial oils till she reviv'd, 84.0

And underwent a quick immortal change,

Made Goddess of the river; still she retains

Her maiden gentleness, and oft at eve

Visits the herds along the twilight meadows,

Helping all urchin blasts, and ill-luck signs 845

That the shrewd medling elfe delights to make,

Which she with precious vial'd liquors heals;

For which the shepherds at their festivals

Carol her goodness loud in rustic lays,

And throw sweet garland wreaths into her stream

Of pancies, pinks, and gaudy daffadils. 851

And, as the old swain said, she can unlock

The clasping charm, and thaw the numming spell,

If she be right invok'd in warbled song,

For maidenhood she loves, and will be swift 855

To aid a virgin, such as was herself,

In hard-besetting need j this will I try,

And add the power of some adjuring verse.

SONG.

Sabrina fair,
Listen where thou art sitting . - 260

Under the glas6y, cool, translucent wave,
In twisted braids of lillies knitting

The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair;
Listen for dear Honor's sake,
Goddess of the Silver lake. 865

Listen and save.
Listen and appear to us

In name of great Oceanus,

By th' earth-shaking Neptune's mace,

And Tethys' grave majestic pace, S70

By hoary Nereus' wrinkled look,

And the Carpathian wisard's hook,

By scaly Triton's winding shell,

And old sooth-saying Glaucus' spell,

By Leucothea's lovely hands, 875

And her son that rules the strands,

By Thetis' tinsel-slipper'd feet,

And the songs of Sirens sweet,

By dead Parthenope's dear tomb,

And fair Ligea's golden comb, ggo

Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks,

Sleeking her soft alluring locks,

By all the nymphs that nightly dance

Upon thy streams with wily glance,

Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head 885

From thy coral -paven bed,

And bridle in thy headlong wave,

Till thou our summons answer'd have.
Listen and save.

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