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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)
“ Would from my arms my Rosabel have born.
“ Have I not cause to weep from rising morn
“ 'Till Phoebus welketh in the weitern main,
“ To see my dearling's fame thus vildly torn ?

“ 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.”

Together now they seek the hermitage
Deep in the covert of a dusky glade,
Where in his dortour wons the hoary fage.
The moss-grown trees did form a gloomy shade,
Their ruftling leaves a folemn mufick made,
And fairies nightly tripp'd the awful green,
And if the tongue of fame have truth display'd,

Full many a spectre was at midnight seen,
Torn from his earthly grave, a horrid fight! I ween.


Ne rose, ne vi'let glads the chearless bow'r,
Ne fringed pink from earth's green bofom grew :
But hemlock dire, and ev'ry baleful flow'r
Might here be found, and knots of myftick rue.
Close to the cell sprong up an auncient yew,
And store of imps were on it's boughs ypight,
At his behefts they from it's branches flew,

And, in a thousand various forms bedight,
Frisk'd to the moon's pale wain, and revell'd all the night.

Around the cave a cluftring ivy spread
In wide embrace his over-twining arms,
Within, the walls with characters bespread
Declar'd the pow'rful force of magick charms.
Here drugs were plac'd deftructive of all harms,
And books that deep futurity could scan:
Here stood a spell that of his rage disarms

The mountain lyon 'till he yields to man;
With many secrets more, which foarce repeat I can.

The Squire of dames deep enters in the cell:
What will not valiant heart for beauty dare?
His borrel fere here bids his friend farewell,
And home he wends renewing cark and care.
When, louting low with a becoming air,
The youth cry'd out, “ O thrice renowned mage,
« Vouchsafe to cure me of my

black dispair ; o For thou not only art grown

wise thro' age, “ But art of mortal man by far the wiselt sage.”


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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.


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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,
With which he fails thro’air, and far outstrips the wind.

And now the Squire surveys the lonesome cave,
His wav'ring mind is in a whirlwind tost,
And now the mirror he resolves to brave,
And now he finds his boasted


At length determin'd whatsoe'er it cost,
To see the glass, he darts into the cell ;
And, left his eyes by vild retrait be croft,

Thrice he invokes his lovely Columbel.
As Adam fell of yore, the Squire of dames yfell.

The heben doors full widely he display'd,
And saw the lovely queen of all his heart,
Fair as the lilly in the watry glade,
Bright as the morn, and bright withouten art.
Thro' ev'ry vein he feels a thrillant smart:
For the dear maid lay on her bed undress’d,
And, may I unreprov'd the truth impart,

She hugg'd a lufty stripling to her breast,
Whom she full closely clipp'd, and wantonly caress’d.


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