With lusty livelyhed he talks, His story soon took windaj Without a bunch behind. The story told, Sir Topaz mov’d, To see the revel scene : All on the gloomy plain. As there he bides, it so befell, A shaking seiz’d the wall; And music fills the hall. But certes sorely sunk with woe His spirits in him dye: When OBERON cries, “ A man is near, “A mortal passion, cleeped fear, “ Hangs flagging in the sky.” With that Sir Topaz, hapless youth! Intreats them pity graunt; To tread the circled haunt; “ Ah losell vile, at once they roar : “ And little skill'd of fairie lore, “ Thy cause to come, we know : “ Now has thy kestrell courage fell ; “ And fairies, since a lye you tell, “ Are free to work thee woe." Then Will, who bears the wispy fire The caitiff upward Alung; Where whilome Edwin hung. The revel now proceeds apace, They sit, they drink, and eat; Till all the rout retreat. By this the stars began to wink, And down y-drops the knight: Beyond the length of night. Chill, dark, alone, adreed, he lay, Then deem’d the dole was o'er: Which Edwin lost afore. This tale a Sybil-nurse ared; And when the tale was done, “ Thus some are born, my son," she cries, “ With base impediments to rise, ." And some are born with none. . “ But Virtue can itself advance “ By Fortune seem design’d; “ Upon th’ unworthy mind.” On THROWING BY an OLD BLACK COAT. BY T. COOMBE, D. D. OLD friend, farewell, with whom full many a day, Health to the man, unmov’d by vulgar ends, Who, rais’d himself, forgets not ancient friends. Such, Paul, wert thou, who, midst a venal age, Plac'd high thy cloke in truth's immortal page ; |