woes as time cannot recure. Where none but Love shall ev.

·er find me out, And at my gates and at my gates des·

My Food, shall be of care and sorrow made:

My Drink nought else but tears fall'n from mine eyes;

And for my Light in this obscure shade.

The flames may serve which from my heart arise:

And at my gates &c.

Oh! suppress that magic sound,
Which destroys without a wound.

Peace Chloris, peace, or singing die,
That together you and I

To Heaven may go:

For all we know

Of what the blessed do above

Is, that they sing, and that they love.

Pisc. Well remembered, Brother Peter, these verses came seasonably, and we thank you heartily. Come, we will all join together, my Host and all, and sing my Scholar's Catch over again, and then each man drink the tother cup and to bed, and thank God we have a dry house over our heads.

PISC. Well now, Good Night to every body.

PET. And so say

I.

VEN. And so say I.

COR. Good Night to you all, and I thank you.

PISC. Good Morrow, Brother Peter, and the like to you, honest Coridon: come, my Hostess says there is seven shillings to pay, let's each man drink a pot for his morning's draught, and lay down his two shillings, that so my Hostess may not have occasion to repent herself of being so diligent, and using us so kindly.

PET. The motion is liked by every body, and so Hostess, here's your money; we Anglers are all