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(SABRINA descends, and the Lady rises out of her seat;

ibe Brothers embrace ber senderly. ]

& Bro. “ I oft had heard, but ne'er believ'd till now, " There are, who can by potent magic spells • Bend to their crooked purpose nature's laws, " Blot the fair moon from her resplendant orb, “ Bid whirling planets stop their destin'd course, 400 " And thro' the yawning earth from Stygian gloom “Call up the meagre ghost to walks of light: " It may be so for some mysterious end !" Y. Bro. Why did I doubt? Why tempt the wrath

of heav'n To shed just vengeance on my weak distrust? “ Here spotless innocence has found relief, “ By means as wond'rous as her strange distress." E. Bro. The freedom of the mind, you see, no

charm, No spell can reach ; that righteous Jove forbids, Iest man should call his frail divinity

410 The slave of evil, or the sport of chance. Inform us, Thyrsis, if for this thine aid, We aught can pay that equals thy desert.

Firse Spirit discovering himself. Pay it to Heaven! There my mansion is: “ But when a mortal, favour'd of high Jove, “ Chances to pass thro'yon advent'rous glade, “ Swift as the sparkle of a glancing star

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" I shoot from heav'n to give him safe convoy." That lent you grace to escape this cursed place ; To heaven, that here has try'd your youth, Your faith, your patience, and your truth, And sent you thro' these hard essays With a crown of deathless praise. [Then the two first Spirits advance and speak alter

nately the following lines, which MILTON callo epiloguizing

To the ocean now I fly,
And those happy climes that lye
Where day never shuts his eye
Up in the broad fields of the sky :
There I suck the liquid air
All amidst the gardens fair
Of Hesperus, and his Daughters three, 430
That sing about the golden tree.
Along the crisped shades and towers
Revels the spruce and jocund Spring ;
The Graces and the rosy-bosom'd Hours
Thither all their bounties bring;
There eternal Summer dwells,
And west-wings with musky wing
About the cedern alleys fling
Nard and Cassia's balmy smells.
Now my task is smoothly done,

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I can fly or I can run
Quickly to the green earth's end,
Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend ;

And from thence can soar as soon
To the corners of the moon.
Mortals that would follow me,
Love Virtue, she alone is free :
She can teach you how to climb
Higher than the sphery chime;
Or, if Virtue feeble were,
Heaven itself would stoop to her.

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Chorus. Taugbt by virtue, you may

climb
Higher than the sphery chime ;
Or, if Virtue feeble were,
Heaven itself would stoop to her.

THE END.

EPILOGUE.

SPOKEN BY

EUPHROSYNE, WITH A WAND AND CUP.

SOME critic, er I'm much deceived, will ask,
What means this wild, this allegoric masque ?
Beyond all bounds of truth this author shoots ;
Can wands or cups transform men into brutes?
'Tis idle stuff !And yet I'll prove it true ;
Attend; for sure I mean it not of you.
The mealy fops that tastes my cup, may try,
How quick the change from beau to butterfly ;
But o'er the Insect should the Brute prevail,
He grins a monkey with a length of tail.
One stoke of this, * as sure as Cupid's arrow,
Turns the warm youth into a wanton sparrow.
Nay, the cold prude becomes a slave to love,
Feels a new warmth, and cooes a billing dove.
The sly coquet, whose artful tears beguile
Unwary bearts, weeps a false crocodile.
Dull poring pedants, shack’dl ar rrutb's keen light,
Turn moles, and plunge again in friendly night;
Misers grow vultures, of rapacious mind,
Or more ihan vultures, tbey devour their kind;

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• The Wand:

Flatı'rers cameleons, creeping on the ground,
With ev'ry cbanging colour changing round.
The party-fool, beneath his heavy load,
Drudges a driven ass thro' dirty road.
While guzzling sots, their spouses say, are bogs ;
And snarling critics, authors swear, are dogs.
But to be grave, I hope we've prov'd at least,
All vice is folly, and inakes man a beast.

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