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Sly Cupid will steal in at some little chink,

you walk in the evening too late on the Link.

Ye poets so lofty, who love to retire
From the noise of the town to the stream and the wood ;
Who in epics and tragics, with marvellous fire,
Utter sounds by mere mortals not well understood:
Here mouthe your loud strain, and here ply pen and ink,
Quit Parnassus and Pindus, and come to the Link.

And come you, who for thought are at little expence,
Who indite gentle pastoral, balla.?, or song;
You see with smooth numbers, and not too much sense,
How the verses run easy and glibly along;
And the rhime at the close how it falls with a clink,
So kind are the Muses that sport on the Link !

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In the seventh Canto of the Legend of Chastity, in Spen

ser's Fairy Queen, the Squire of Dames tells Satyrane, that by order of his mistress Columbel (after having served the ladies for a year) he was sent out a second time, not to return till he could find three hundred women incapable of yielding to any temptation. The bad fuccess he met with in the course of three years, which is slightly touch'd upon by Spenser, is the foundation of the following poem. PROLOGUE.

ARD is the heart that never knew to love,

Ne felt the pleasing anguish of desire.
Ye British maids, more fair than Venus' dove,
For you alone I tune my humble lyre;
Adopt me, nymphs, receive me in your quire,
Make me your bard; for that is all my care:
Then shall I envy not that aged fire,

Who doth for court his annual fong prepare :
I lever myrtle wreath than Kesar's laurel wear.

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Think not because I write of Columbel
I thence would blast the sex with impious tale ;
Transactions.vile of foreign stronds I tell,
Ne 'gainst a British female would I rail
For all the wealth that rolls on Indian grail.
Here, beauty, truth, and chastity are found :
Eleonora here, with visage pale,

Did fuck the poison from her Edward's wound,
And Anna's nuptial faith shall stond for aye renown'd. .

See the fair swans on Thamis' lovely tide,
The which do trim their pennons silver bright,
In shining ranks they down the waters ride;
Oft have mine eyes devour'd the gallant sight.
Then cast thy looks with wonder and delight,
Where yon sweet nymphs enjoy the ev'ning air,
Some daunce along the green, like fairies light,

Some flow'rets cull to deck their flowing hair ;
Then tell me, soothly, swain, which sight thou deem'st

[most fair.

To you, bright stars, that sparkle on our ise,
I give my life, my fortune, and



my whole guerdon grant me but a sinile,
A smile from you is all I nope or claim ;
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Nor age's ice my ardent zeal shall tame,
To my life's end I shall your names adore,
Not hermits bosoms feel so pure a flame,

Warm’d by approval I more high shall soar :
Receive my humble lays, my heart was yours before.

Should you consent, I'll quit my shepherd's grey,
And don more graceful and more costly gear,
My crook and fcrip I'll throw with scorn away,
And in a famite garment streit appear.
Farewell, ye groves, which once I held so dear ;
Farewell, ye glens, I other joys pursue;
Then shall the world your matchless pow'r revere,

And own what wonders your sweet smiles can do,
That could a simple clown into a bard transmew.

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HE Squire of Dames his tale thus 'gan to tell;

Sith you command my tongue, sir Satyrane,
I now will all declare that me befell,
The cause of muchel scath and dol’rous pain,
Ne shall thy gentle eye from tears refrain.
Me Columbel commanded far to go
'Till I should full three hundred nymphs attain,

Whose hearts should aye with Virtue's lessons glow,
And to all swains but one cry out for ever, No.

To find the fortilage that ne'er will yield
Is not an easy matter, good sir Knight;
Troy town, they say, is now a grass-mown field,
That long withstood the force of Grecian might;
And castles fall though deep in earth empight;
Ne ought so strong is found but what may fail,
The sun at last shall lose his glorious light,

And vows or bribes o'er women may prevail ;
Their hearts are made of flesh, and mortal flesh is frail.

With heavy heart, and full of cark I go
And take my congé of my blooming maid,
I kiss’d her hond, and louting very low,
To her behest at length myself array'd :
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