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The fair we love expects to be obey'd,
Although she bid us with the kestrel Aly;
So forth I prick, though much by doubt dismay'd,

The hard experiment resolv'd to try:
For she was wond'rous fair, and much in love was I.

IV. A grove I reach'd, where tuneful throstles sung, The linnet here did ope his little throat, His twitting jests around the cuckoo Aung, And the proud goldfinch show'd his painted coat, And hail'd us with no inharmonious note: The robin eke here tun'd his sonnet shrill, And told the soothing ditty all by rote, How he with leaves his pious beak dià fill, To shroud those pretty babes, whom Sib unkind would V.

[kill, And many a fair Narcissus deck'd the plain, That seem'd anew their passions to admire ; Here Ajax told his dolors o'er again, And am'rous Clytie sicken'd with desire; Here the blown rose her odors sweet did spire ; Through the dun groye a murm’ring river led His chrystal streams that wound in many a gyre;

The baleful willow all the banks bespread, And ever to the breeze ycurld his hoary head.

VI. Soon

Soon to the grove there came a lovely maid,
For maiden sure she did to me appear,
In plain check-laton was the nymph array'd,
Her sparkling eyes stood full of many a tear,
And she bewept the absence of her dear.
Alas! should beauty be to woe ally'd ?
Beauty, methinks, should meet with better cheer,

Content should never wander from her side;
Good luck, I pray to heav'n, the face that's fair betide.

VII. “Ah! woe is mė, the cry'd, since Colin's fed, “ Whose gentle presence did these plains adorn,' “ Soon was he ravish'd from the nuptial bed, “ Torn from these arms, from his dear leman torn! “O grief! far sharper than the pointed thorn, “I saw him ill-bestad by martial band. “Alas the day that ever I was born!

“ Where roves my Colin, on what foreign strand, “ Arraught from Laura's eyes, and his dear native land?

VIII. “Alas ! he only knew to prune the vine, “ Or through the earth to urge the biting share, “ To twist the bower with fragrant eglantine, “Where free from heat we shun'd the noon-tide air,


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“ Or to the mart to lead his fleecy care. “And is it fit in hacqueton and mail “ The youth for war's grim terrors should prepare !

“ His voice outsung the love-lorn nightingale, “And deftly could he daunce, or pipe along the dale.

IX. “The gos-hawk fierce may pounce the trembling dove, “ The savage wolf may tear the bounding fawn, “But sparrows mild are form’d for feats of love, “ And kids dew not with blood the flow'ry lawn; “ Then how shall he, in whom all graces dawn, “In the red field the cruel paynim kill ? “For scenes like these find men of hellish spawn.

“ 'Tis his with joy the virgin's heart to fill, “And not on foreign shore his foemen’s blood to spill.

X. “ No days of bliss my sorrows shall allake, “For him I'll ever drop the dol'rous tear. Adieu the circled green, the buxom wake, “Since Colin's gone I taste of nought but drear.. “ Stretch me, ye maidens, stretch me on the bier, “And ler my grave-stone these true words adorn: A wretched maiden lies intombed here,

“ Who saw a shepherd brighter than the morn, “ Then pin’d her heart away, and dy'd of love forlorn.”

XI. Much

Much was I grieved at her piteous plaint,
And greeted to myself, O happy Squire !
At length, though late, thou haft found out a faint,
Who, but for Colin, feels no warm desire.
Perdie, quoth Satyrane, I her admire ;
No lozel loose shall here discover'd be.
The other answer'd with his cheeks on fire,
Now by my hallidom you soon shall see
That words may with the heart full often ill agree.

I, nought accoy'd, came up unto the fair,
And swore to love her all my length of life ;

Then offer'd her to gorgeous domes to bear,
"Where haidegives are daunc'd to harp and fife.
She foon forgot she was another's wife,
And granted with me to desert the plain.
Are such ensamples emong women rife?

If so, my Columbel I ne'er shall gain,
But hunt around the world, and find my labours vain.

My lips I’gan to royne in fell despite,
And forth I rushed from her false embrace,
Through the thick wood I wander'd day and night,
Ne met I living creature face to face:

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At length a rising city far I trace;
Thither in hopes my hasty steps I bend,
Perchaunce, thought I, true Virtue may embrace.

The courtly dome, and from the country wend. Thus, where we least expect, we often find a friend.

. XIV. At e'en the town I reach'd, and eke a hall, Which waxen tapers made as light as day; Fair jovisaunce sat on the face of all, And to the daunce the sprightly minstrels play, : Each seem'd as sportive as the wanton jay. The dame, who own’d the house, was passing old, And had, it seems, that morning dealt away

To her kind grandson many bags of gold,
Who took a bonnibel to haven and to hold.

. XV.
The bride was named Viola the fair,
The loaded rosiere is not half so sweet.
Aye, aye, quoth I, ensamples are but rare
To find so many charms in one discreet;
With you, fair lass, I mean not now to treat.
The springal was in wholesome lustihed,
And him by name of Pamphilus they greet;
He was to doughty chevisance ybred,
Yet oft in courtly halls the active measure led.

XVI. The

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