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There was another meaning in these gifts,

Think what, and be advis'd, you are but young yet

La. I had not thought to have unlockt my lip*
In this unhallow'd air, but that this jugler
Would think to charm my judg-nent, as mine eye*.
Obtruding false rules prankt in Reason's garb.
I hate when Vice can bolt her arguments, 769
And Virtue has no tongue to check her pride.
Impostor, do not charge most innocent Nature,
As if she would her children should be riotous
With her abundance; she good cateress
Means her provisions only to the good,
That live according to her sober laws.
And holy dictate of spare temperance:
If just man, that now pines with want.
Had but a moderate and beseeming share
Of that which lewdly-pamper'd luxury 7T8

Now heaps upon some few with vast excess,
Nature's full blessings would be well dispens'd
In nnsuperfluous even proportion,
And she no whit incumber'd with her store.
And then the giver would be better thank'd.
His praise due paid; for swinish Gluttony
Ne'er looks to Heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast.
But with besotted base ingratitude
Crams, and blasphemes his feeder. Shall I go on?
Or have I said enough? To him that dares 780
Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words
Against the sun-clad pow'r of Chastity,
Fain would I something say, yet to what end?

Thou hast nor ear, nor soul to apprehend
The sublime notion, and high mystery,
That must be utter'd to unfold the sage
And serious doctrine ofVirginity,
Ar,d thou art worthy that thou should'st not know-
Mote happiness than this thy present lot.
Enjoy your dear wit, and gay rhetoric, 790

That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence,
Thou art not fit to hear thyself convinc'd;
Yet should I try, the uncontrolled worth
Of this pure cause would kindle my rapt spirits
To such a flame of sacred vehemence,
That dumb things would be mov'd to sympathize
And the brute earth would lend her nerves, and shake,
Till all thy magic structures rear'd so high,
Were shatter'd into hc^ps o'er thy false head.

Com. She fables not, 1 feel that; I do fear 800
Her words set oft by some superior power;
And though not moital, yet a cold shudd'ring dew
Dips me all o'er, as when the wrath of Jove
Speaks thunder, and the shades of Erebus
To some of Saturn's crew. I must dissemble
And try her yet mors strongly. Come, no more,
This is mere moral babble, and direct
Against the canon laws of our foundation;
I must not suffer this, yet 'tis but the lees
And settlings of a melancholy blood: 810

But this will cure all strait, one sip of this
Will bathe the dioopirg spirits in delight
Bcjocd the bliss of dreams. Be wise, ai.d taste.

The Brothers rush in 'with stvords drawn, wrest his glass out of his hand, and breah it against the ground; his rout mahe sign of resistance, but are all driven in: the attendant Spirit comes in.

S p I. What have you let the false inchanter scape t
O ye mistook, ye should have snatch'd his wand
And bound him fast; without his rod rcvers'd,
And backward mutters of dissevering power,
We cannot free the lady that sits here
In stony fetters fix'd, and motionless:
Yet stay, be not disturb'd; now I bethink me, 820
Some other means I have which my be us'd
Which once of Melibceus old I learnt,
The soothest shepherd that e'er pip'd on plains.
There is a gentle nymph not far from hence,
Thatwithmoistcurb sways the smooth Severn stream,
Sabrina is her name, a vigin pure;
Whilomc she was the daughter of Locrihe,
That had the sceptre from his father Brute.
She guiltless damsel fly'ing the mad pursuit
Of her enraged stepdame Guendolen, 839

Commended her fair innocence to the flood,
That stay'd her flight with his cross-flowing course.
The water-nymphs that in the bottom play'd,
Held up their pearled wrists and took her in,
Baring he strait to aged Ncreus' ball,
Who pitious of her woes, rear'd her lank head,
And gave her to his daughters to imbathe
In necur'd lavers strow'd with asphodil,

And through the porch and inlet of each sense
Dropt in ambrosial oils till she reviv'd, 840

And underwent a quick immortal change,
Made Goddess of the river; still she retains
Her maiden gentleness, and oft at eve
Visits the herds along the twilight meadows,
Helping all urchin blasts, and ill-luck signs
That the shrewd medling elfe delights to make,
Which she with precious vial'd liquors heals;
For which the Shepherds at their festivals
Carol her goodness" loud in rustic lays,
And throw sweet garland wreaths into her stream
Of pancies, pinks, and gaudy daffodils. 851

And, as the old swain said, she can unlock
The clasping charm, and thaw the numming spell,
If she be right invok'd in warbled song,
For maidenhood she loves, and will be swift
To aid a virgin, such as was her self,
In hard besetting need; this will I try,
And add the power of some adjuring verse.


Listen where thou art sitting 860

Under the glassy/cool, translucent wave,

In twisted braids of lillies knitting
The loose train of thy amber dropping hair;
Listen for dear Honor's sake,
Goddess of the Silver lake.
Listen and save.

Listen, and appear to us
In name of great Oceanus,
By th' earth-shaking Neptune's mace,
And Tethys' grave majestic pace,
By hoary Nereus' wrinkled look,
And the Carpathian wisard's hook,
By scaly Triton's winding shell,
And old sooth-saying Glaucus' spell,
By Leucothea's lovely hands,
And her son that rules the strands,
By Theiis' tinsel-slipper'd feet,
And the songs of Sirens sweet,
By dead Parthenope's dear tomb,
And fair Ligea's golden comb,
Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks,
Sleeking her soft alluring locks,
By all «he nymphs that nightly dance
Upon thy streams with wily glance,
Ris«, rise, and heave thy rosy head
From thy coral-paven bed,
And bridle in thy headlong wave,
Till thou our summons answer'd have.
Listen and save.

Saibiwa rises, nttcndedbywtter-nj/mphi, and imp.

J >y the rushy-fringed bank, 8

Where grows the willow, and the osier dank. My sliding chariot stays,

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