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His falling tears increas'd the swelling brook : And he did figh as he would break his heart. “ O thou deep-read in sorrow's baleful book,
“ The Squire exclaim’d, areed thy burning smart ; * Our dolors grow more light when we the tale impart.”.
XXVII. To whom the swain reply'd, “O gentle youth, « Yon fruitful meads my num'rous herds poffefs'd, “ My days roil'd on unknown to pain or ruth, " And one fair davghter my old age ybless'd. « Oh, had you seen her for the wake ydressid “ With kirtle ty'd with many a colour'd ftring, “ Thy tongue to all the world had then confess'd
“ That she was fheener than the pheasant's wing, « And, when she rais'd her voice, ne lark so foot could fing.
XXVIII. “ In virtue's thews I bred the lovely maid, “ And the right well the lessons did pursue ; • Too wise she was to be by man betray'd; “ But the curft blatant-beast her form did view, “ And round our plains did spread a tale untrue, “ That Rofabella, spurning marriage band, “ Had felt those pangs which virgin never knew, “ And that Sir Topas my poor girl trepann'd; He, who in fable stole doth in our pulpit stand.
XXIX. " Nay, more, the hellish monster has invented, • How a young swain on Shannon's banks yborn VOL. IV.
“ (Had not my care the deep-laid plot prevented)
“ Have I not cause to nourish endless pain ?" At this he deeply figh'd, and wept full fore again.
XXX. “ Curst be this blatant-beast, reply'd the Squire, " That thus infects your sea-begirted ille; “ Shew me his face, that I may wreak mine ire “ Upon this imp of hell, this monster vile."
Away from hence not paffing sure a mile, “ Might I advise you, you had better wend," Return'd the swain, “ Deep-read in magick-Atyle “ There Merlin wons, sue him to be your
friend; “ And left you miss your way, myself will you attend.”
Full many a spectre was at midnight seen,
And, in a thousand various forms bedight,
The mountain lyon 'till he yields to man;
black dispair ; o For thou not only art grown
wise thro' age, “ But art of mortal man by far the wiselt sage.”
XXXV. Then Merlin with a look benign reply'd, (For he was bred with ev'ry courteous thew) “ I know to make fair Columbel your bride “ The blatant-beast you
thro’ the lond pursue ; “ The fate of empires now demands my view, “ And for awhile denys 'my presence here ; “ Soon in this cell I'll thee again falew,
" What most thou lik'st partake withouten fear, • Share all my cave affords, nor think I grudge my chear..
XXXVI. “ Yet mark my counsel, open not that door, « Left thou repent thy follies when too late, “ Ten thousand pangs shall make thy heart full sore, “ For horror fcouls behind that heben gate, " And future ills shall thy dear peace amate; “ There stands a mirror, wrought by magick leer, 66 In which are read the dark decrees of fate,
“ And whom you wish to see will ftreit appear, " Devoid of art's false mask, to human eye-fight clear.
XXXVII. “ Ah how unlike the godlike man he seem'd “ In this my glass the patriot I've decry'd, " By the vile rabblement a faint esteem'd? “ He's oft a wretch compos’d of sloth and pride : “ And Kesars too, not seldom deify'd, 6 With other men their vice and follies share ; “ And by my mirror if the nymph be try'd,
“ It will without reserve the truth declare, - Ne flatter head that's crown'd, ne fatter face that's fair.
XXXVIII. « Once more let me advise thee, gentle Squire, " Forbear to look at this fame' magick glass; “ Do not too ralhly into fate enquire “ But I to foreign fronds awhile muft pafs.” Th' unweeting youth cry'd to himfelf, “ Alas! • Would I could know the lot to me aflign’d." “ Patience, quoth Merlin, doth all things surpass."
Then to his car were winged dragons join’d,
Thrice he invokes his lovely Columbel.
She hugg'd a lufty stripling to her breast,