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And the prow chieftain bolder than discreet,
In blood imbru'd pursues the martial fray,
And lovers eke thro' life's loud tempests beat,

Led on by hope, that never-dying ray;
Hope wantons in their breast, and strews with flow'rsthe way.

II. And sure of all mankind the Squire of dames Shall stand the first ensample of true love, Who aye, untouch'd by any foreign flames, Preserv'd his passion for his gentle dove ; Blush, modern youths, whose pulses quickly move, Fondly you glote upon the witching fair ; Yet, when a sweet enjoyment once you prove,

You leave the nymph intangled in the snare,
Her tears flow trickling down, her fingults pierce the air.

Oh think of transports which ye whilom tasted,
And let the glad remembrance charm your mind,
Be not the fruits of joyment quickly wasted,
And to your heart her happy image bind :
Think what she merits who whilear was kind,
Nor by inconftancy her peace destroy ;
Inconftancy, that monster fell and blind,

That vainly fond of ev'ry paffing toy,
Treads down its late delight, and poisons rapt'rous joy.

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Return we now unto our gentle youth,
Whose little bark daunc'd lightly on the main,
His breast divided atween joy and ruth ;

ideas wanton in his brain,
Now woe-begon his heart is rent in twain,
On his success depends his Columbel,
And now he hopes, and now defponds again ;

The various turns of mind, when thoughts rebel,
Surę pen mote ne'er describe, and none but lovers tell.

Methinks I see him on the beachy strond,
Where Neptune's waves affrap the sturdy pier ;
His hardy steed neighs at the fight of lond,
In all adventures a most faithful feer;
And thro' that city he doth quickly steer,
Which Ethelbert to holy Austin gave :
The kings of Kent did erst inhabit here,

Here haughty Becket sunk into the grave,
Herethro the smiling meads, Stoure rolls his dimpling wave,

Long travell'd he, ne ventur'd to assay
The nymphs he met, for much he was affraid
To bribes or pray’rs few women would cry nay;
At fatt'ry's tongue full oft will virtue fade;


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What shall he do? to win his lovely maid
He must three hundred virtuous females find,
Perdie, quoth he, my fortune be effay'd,

I'll boldly try the strength of womankind :
For craven heart, they say, ne'er won fair lady's mind.

So on he prick'd, and from a rising ground
Discern'd before him, in a distant vale,
A castle fair; and auncient oaks around
Did to the breeze their lofty heads avail;
A silver stream refresh'd the fragrant dale ;
Their ledden loud fat oxen did repeat,
And nibbling sheep display'd their fleeces pale,

The woodbine shed an odor matchless sweet,
And to their patient dams the frisking lambkins bleat.

To that same castle our advent’rer yode,
The merry birds him welcom'd on the way,
An hundred flow'rs aumaild the winding road,
And all was bright, and all was passing gay,
You would have sworn it was the month of May.
Withouten drad he thunders at the gate,
Who wons within, or giant, knight or fay,

Shall ne'er, in footh, our imp of fame amate:
Unto the summons loud the portal opens streit.

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And forth there issued the seneschal,
Of middle age he was, if right I ween,
He was in personage both plump and tall,
Ne seemed he to taste of dol'rous teen,
Ne wrinkle deep was on his forehead seen,
But jovisaunce sat baking on his brow,
At every word he spoke, he smild at-ween,

His temples were ycrown'd with myrtle bough,
And virelays he song with matchless grace, I vow.

X. " Whoe'er thou art, thrice welcome to these plains, " Where bitter dole ’er shows her hateful head, “ Good fellowship wons here, and free from pains

Both youth and eld the paths of pleasure tread;
“ Catch flying blifs, ne be by ought foresaid ;
" Think that this life is but a little span;
" Then laugh, and sport, and shun all dreryhed,

Thy rolling days in present pleasures plan,
Come, spend thy hours in joy, thou son of mortal man.

“ Know'st thou my name ! I am l'Allegro hight,
" Let me conduct thee to our jovial hall,
" Where Bon.vivant in revels spends the night,
“ Who bids a hearty welcome unto all,


s Or wear he red cross-stole, or paynim pall."
With that he lad him with a courtly air
Into a chamber deck'd for feast and ball;

And tho' no tedes or tapers glimmer'd there,
Yet all within was bright, as all without was fair,

As at the close of an hot summer's day,
When Phæbus in the west deserts the sky,
Bright streams of light along the æther play,
And tho' his fi'ry orb forsake our eye,
The beamy gulhes gild each object nigh;
The painted meads are ting'd with golden light,
And rivers roll their glitt'ring waters by;

So in this house of joy with ease you might
Perceive celestial rays, that cherish'd human fight.

XIII. The Squire of dames his jolly host salew'd, And Bon-vivant his hond in friendship prefs'd; « Come, fit thee down, and taste our choiceft food; “ We entertake, quoth he, no vulgar guest. “ Endur'd to toil, come taste the sweets of reft, “ Doff thy hard arms, this famite garment wear, “ This better far than mail shall bind thy breaft,

! This coronal fhall deck thy auburn hair ; « Push the brisk goblet round, and drown intruding care.

XIV. “ For

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