Here ended all the phantome play; They smelt the fresh approach of day, And heard a cock to crow;

The whirling wind that bore the crowd Has clapp'd the door, and whistled loud, To warn them all to go.

Then screaming all at once they fly,
And all at once the tapers die;

Poor Edwin falls to floor;

Forlorn his state, and dark the place,
Was never wight in sike a case
Through all the land before.

But soon as Dan Apollo rose,
Full jolly creature home he goes,
He feels his back the less;
His honest tongue and steady mind
Han rid him of the lump behind
Which made him want success.

With lusty livelyhed he talks

He seems a dauncing as he walks ;
His story soon took wind;

And beauteous Edith sees the youth,
Endow'd with courage, sense and truth,
Without a bunch behind.

The story told, Sir Topaz mov'd,
The youth of Edith erst approv'd,
To see the revel scene:

At close of eve he leaves his home,

And wends to find the ruin'd dome
All on the gloomy plain.

As there he bides, it so befell,

The wind came rustling down a dell,
A shaking seiz'd the wall:

Up spring the tapers as before,
The faeries bragly foot the floor,
And musick fills the hall.

But certes sorely sunk with woe
Sir Topaz sees the elfin show,
His spirits in him die :

When Oberon cries, 'A man is near,
A mortall passion, cleeped fear,
Hangs flagging in the sky.'

With that Sir Topaz, hapless youth!
In accents faultering ay for ruth
Intreats them pity graunt;
For als he been a mister wight
Betray'd by wandering in the night
To tread the circled haunt.

'Ah losell vile!' at once they roar, 'And little skill'd of faerie lore, Thy cause to come we know:

Now has thy kestrell courage fell; And faeries, since a lie you tell,

Are free to work thee woe.'

Then Will, who bears the wispy fire
To trail the swains among the mire,
The caitive upward flung;

There like a tortoise in a shop
He dangled from the chamber-top,
Where whilome Edwin hung.

The revel now proceeds apace,
Deffly they frisk it o'er the place,
They sit, they drink, and eat ;
The time with frolick mirth beguile,
And poor Sir Topaz hangs the while
Till all the rout retreat.

By this the starrs began to wink,
They shriek, they fly, the tapers sink,
And down ydrops the knight:

For never spell by faerie laid

With strong enchantment bound a glade Beyond the length of night.

Chill, dark, alone, adreed, he lay,
Till up the welkin rose the day,

Then deem'd the dole was o'er:

But wot ye well his harder lot?
His seely back the bunch has got
Which Edwin lost afore.

This tale a Sybil-nurse ared;

She softly strok'd my youngling head,

And when the tale was done,

'Thus some are born, my son,' she cries, 'With base impediments to rise,

And some are born with none.

'But yirtue can itself advance

To what the favourite fools of chance
By fortune seem'd design'd;

Virtue can gain the odds of fate,
And from itself shake off the weight
Upon th' unworthy mind.'

THE VIGIL OF VENUS.

WRITTEN IN THE TIME OF JULIUS CESAR, AND BY SOME

ASCRIBED TO CATULLUS.

Let those love now, who never lov'd before;
Let those who always lov'd, now love the more.
The spring, the new, the warbling spring appears,
The youthful season of reviving years;

In spring the loves enkindle mutual heats,
The feather'd nation choose their tuneful mates,
The trees grow fruitful with descending rain
And drest in differing greens adorn the plain.
She comes; to-morrow Beauty's empress roves
Through walks that winding run within the groves;
She twines the shooting myrtle into bowers,
And ties their meeting tops with wreaths of
flowers,

PERVIGILIUM VENERIS.

Cras amet, qui numquam amavit; quique amavit,

cras amet.

Ver novum, ver jam canorum: vere natus orbis est,
Vere concordant amores, vere nubent alites,
Et nemus comam resolvit de maritis imbribus.
Cras amorum copulatrix inter umbras arborum
Implicat gazas virentes de flagello myrteo.