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IN THE STANZA OF SPENSER.
THE GREAT METAMORPHOSIS.
GLOSTER RIDLEY, D.D.
Where early Phoebus sheds his milder beams,
Ne yet his wings were fledg'd, ne locks were
grey ; Round him in sweet accord the Seasons play With fruites and blossoms meint, in goodly greę; And dancing hand in hand rejoice the lea.
Sick gardens now no'mortal wight can see, Ne mote they in my simple verse descriven be,
The temper'd clime full many a tree affords:
But list'ning and responding to the song, Loit'ring, and winding often, murmured elong.
Here Panacea, here Nepenthe grew,
And him successive evermore renew'th,
Net she, I ween the wanton Queen of love,
Albeit brothers, different as foes :
This sated, sullen, apt for bickerment; That hungry, eager, fit for derring-does.
That Alies before, with scorching flames ybrent ; This foll'wing douts those fames with peevish dis
Celestial Venus does such ribaulds shun,
On nature's wild full sov’reignly he rod;
A beauteous Fay, or heav'n descended Spright,
Scorch'd with the suns that ore her beauties roll; Ne faded like the dames who bleach beneath the