Some fprigs of that bed For it maketh things small, Fut this po of § Wood's metal (Mark the doctrine I teach) About-let me fee Thrice as long as you preach ¶: So fkimming the fat off, Say grace with your hat off, O then with what rapture Will it fill dean and chapter! A RECEIPT for STEWING VEAL. Spring fwells for us the grain, Suppofed forrel. And autumn bleeds the vine. De Cape RECITATIVE GALATEA. Ye verdant plains, and woody mountains, Vain are the pleasures which you yield; AIR. Parfley. Vide Chamberlayne. This is by Dr. Bentley, thought to be time, Copper-farthing Dean. or thyme. Which we fuppofe to be near four hours, TRIO. ACIS, GALATEA, AND POLYPHEME. The flocks fhall leave the mountains, POLY. Torture! fury! rage! despair! ACIS and GALATEA. Not fhowers to larks fo pleafing, As thefe dear fmiles to me. "Renew the combat, and our ground maintain; "Foot ftrove with foot, I prone 'extend my breast, When thus the Calydonian Stream reply'd, "Can mortals then (faid I) with gods com- "Behold a god; mine is the watery care: Hands war with hands, and forehead forehead "Thus have I feen two furious bulls engage, 55 "The fourth he broke my gripe, that clasp'd him "Then with new force he stretch'd me on the ground; "Close to my back the mighty burden clung, "As if a mountain o'er my limbs were flung. 6 "Believe my tale; nor do I boastful, aim "But quick he feiz'd me, and renew'd the ftrife, "Branch into ftreams, and o'er the regions ftray: "No forcign guest your daughter's chaims adores, "1 fall, and bite the fand with fhame and paine. "But one who rifes in your native shores. 26 "Let not his punishment your pity move; "Is Juno's hate an argument for love? "Though you your life from fair Alcmena drew, Jove's a feign'd father, or by fraud a true. 30 "Choose then; confefs thy mother's honour loft, "Or thy defcent from Jove no longer boaft." While thus I fpoke, he look'd with stern dis- Nor could the fallies of his wrat.. reftrain, right; "O'er-match'd in ftrength, to wiles and arts I take, 75 "And flip his hold, in form of fpeckled fnake; "Who, when I wreath'd in fpires my body round, Art thou proportion'd to the Hydra's length, Who by his wounds receiv'd augmented firen th? "He rais'd a hundred hissing heads in air; 85 "When one I lopp'd, up fprung a dreadful pair. "By his wounds fertile, and with flaughter ftrong, Singly I quell'd him, and ftretch'd dead along. What canft thou do, a form precarious, prone, "To rouze my rage with terrors not thy own?" "He faid; and round my neck his hands he caft, "And with his ftraining fingers wrung me falt: "My throat he tortur'd, clofe as pincers clafp, In vain I ftrove to loose the forceful grafp. "Thus vanquish'd too, a third form ftill remains, ་་ 95 Chang'd to a bull, my lowing fills the plains. Straight on the left his nervous arms were thrown "Upon my brindled neck, and tugg'd it down; "Then deep he ftruck my horn into the fand, "And fell'd my bulk along the dufty land. Ico "Nor yet his fury cool'd; 'twixt rage and fcorn, "From my maim'd front he tore the ftubborn horn; "This, heap'd with flowers and fruits, the Naiads bear, Sacred to plenty, and the bounteous year." He spoke; when lo! a beauteous nymph ap pears, Girt, like Diana's train, with flowing hairs; Now morn begins to dawn, the fun's bright fire Gilds the high mountains, and the youths retire; Deep hides his brow deform'd, and ruftic head: THE DEATH OF NESSUS. THE CENTAUR. THIS too, thy love, fault wo, HIS virgin too, thy love, O Nessus, found, 5 As the ftrong fon of Jove his bride conveys, 25 Neffus, to thee I call (aloud he cries); Swift as his words the fatal arrow flew : 35 From both the wounds gufh'd forth the fpumy gore, Mix'd with Lernæan venom; this he took, The DEATH of HERCULES. N And ftep-dame's hate had fill'd earth's utmost round; He from Oechalia, with new laurels crown'd And fwells her little bulk with growing lies) Her love believes the tale; the truth fhe fears Let fomething be refolv'd, while yet there's time; My bed not confcious of a rival's crime. view How |