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Exalt thy love-dejected heart,
To make thee grief resign;
Be little Mable thine.
He spoke, and all a sudden there
queen The rest their fairie part’ners found : And Mable trimly tript the ground
With Edwin of the green.
The dauncing paft, the board was laid, And fiker such a feast was made
As heart and lip desire, Withouten hands the dishes fly, The glasses with a wish come nigh,
And with a with retire.
But now to please the fairie king,
And antic feats devise ;
In Edwin's wond'ring eyes.
'Till one at last that Robin hight,
Has hent him up aloof;
To spraul unneath the roof.
From thence, “ Reverse my charm, he cries, “ And let it fairly now suffice
“ The gambol has been shown.” But Oberon answers with a smile, Content thee Edwin for a while,
The vantage is thine own.
Here ended all the phantom-play ;
And heard a cock to crow;
To warn them all to go.
Then screaming all at once they fly,
Poor Edwin falls to floor;
Thro' all the land before.
But soon as dan Apollo rose,
He feels his back the less;
Which made him want success,
With lusty livelyhed he talks,
His story soon took wind ;
Without a bunch behind.
The story told, Sir Topas movd,
To see the revel scene;
All on the gloomy plain.
As there he bides, it so befell,
A shaking seiz'd the wall ;
And music fills the hall,
But certes forely funk with woe
His spirits in him dy :
a man is near, “ A mortal passion, cleeped fear,
“ Hangs flagging in the sky."
With that Sir Topaz, hapless youth!
Intreats them pity graunt;
« Ah Losell vile, at once they roar ; “ And little kill's of fairie lore,
Thy cause to come, we know : « Now has thy kestrell courage And fairies, fince a lye you
; " Are free to work thee woe."
Then Will, who bears the wispy fire
The captive upward flung ;
Where whilome Edwin hung.
The revel now proceeds apace,
They fit, they drink, and eat;
'Till all the rout retreat.
By this the stars began to wink,
And down ydrops the knight,
Beyond the length of night.
Chill, dark, alone, adreed, he lay,
Then deem'd the dole was o’er:
Which Edwin loft afore.
This tale a Sybil-nurse ared ;
And when the tale was done,
" And some are born with none.