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XIV. " For us the lark attunes his morning song, “ For us the spring depeints her ev'ry flow'r, “ To sooth our sleep yon fountain parls along, 66 And oaks shade us, twine into a bow'r, “ The penfive bard fits many a watchful hour, “ In ditty sweet, to carol forth our praise : “ While valour spends his days in dole and ftour,
“ We, wiser we, undying trophies raise “ To ever-blooming bliss, ne reck what wisdom says.
XV. “ With sprightly notes we make the welkin ring, “ In mazy daunce we tread the chequer'd ground, “ To yielding nymphs transported shepherds fing, “ Ne hard misfare emongst our train is found. “ The simple swain, who looks with cark astoun'd " Because his leman ill rewards his care, " Oh, let him stond to all a lout renown'd,
sé Ne gibing scorn her twitting bords forbear; “ Are there not other nymphs less coy, and full as fair ?"
XVI. At this the Squire wex'd pale,
“ Ne eath it is, “ Most courteous knight, he cry'd, far to remove " The thoughis of her in whom we place all bliss." Quoth Bon vivant, “ What, then thou art in love?”
& That I am so these many fingults prove,"
" Where foals of lovers hanging side by side, " Feed the vile carrion crows, and highten female pride.”
XVII. With that he brast into a scornful laugh, And much abash'd appear'd our constant Squire ; The others sportful the brisk vintage quaff. While thus the springal. “ Yes, I do aspire « To love the fairest of the female quire. " Three hundred virtuous damsels in this isle 6 I came to find.” “ Perdie, your odd desire,
« Quoth Bon-vivant, will ask thee muchel toil;
“ He flyly creeps, and to destruction dooms “ The honour of the spring, and wisdom's early blooms.
XIX. “ The
XIX. " The brindled lyon in the lonely wood “ Hides his grim aspect from the sight of men ; “ The pardelis and libbard's spotted brood “ Reside contented in sequester'd den ; « Not so the blatant-beast, he lives in ken « Of the proud city or well-peopled town; " Thence with detested fury he will ren,
“ Ne spare the prelate's lawn, or monarch's crown : « All fares alike with him, for all he tumbleth down.
Mean while in buxom mirth they spend the feaft.
The fatal knowledge in his bosom glows,
But seep had seal'd l'Allegro's drousy eyes,
View there the paragons of womankind;
Thus for a while the sun the welkin chears,
Ne will I'gainst the comely matron speak,