It withers on the stalk with languish'd head. 755 They had their name thence; coarse complexions And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply 760 The sampler, and to tease the hufwife's wooll. What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that, Love-darting eyes, or treffes like the morn? There was another meaning in these gifts, 764 Think what, and be advis'd, you are but young yet. 770 775 That live according to her sober laws, And holy dictate of fpare temperance: If every just man, that now pines with want, 780 Na Nature's full bleffings would be well difpens'd In unfuperfluous even proportion, And she no whit incumber'd with her ftore, 785 Crams, and blafphemes his feeder. Shall I go on? Fain would I something say, yet to what end? 795 And thou art worthy that thou should'st not know More happiness than this thy present lot. 800 Enjoy your dear wit, and gay rhetoric, That hath fo well been taught her dazling fence, Thou art not fit to hear thyself convinc'd; Of this pure cause would kindle my rapt spirits 805 That dumb things would be mov'd to fympathize, Com Com. She fables not, I feel that I do fear Her words fet off by some superior power; 810 And though not mortal, yet a cold fhudd'ring dew To fome of Saturn's crew. I must diffemble, 815 Against the canon laws of our foundation; 820 I must not suffer this, yet 'tis but the lees The Brothers rush in with fwords drawn, wreft his glass out of his hand, and break it against the ground; his rout make fign of refiftance, but are all driven in; The attendent Spirit comes in. Spir. What, have you let the false inchanter scape? O ye mistook, ye fhould have fnatcht his wand 825 And bound him faft; without his rod revers'd, And backward mutters of diffevering power, We cannot free the Lady that fits here In ftony fetters fix'd, and motionless: Yet ftay, be not disturb'd; now I bethink me, 830 The foothest shepherd that e'er pip'd on plains. There is a gentle nymph not far from hence, That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream, Sabrina is her name, a virgin pure; 836 Whilome she was the daughter of Locrine, That had the scepter from his father Brute. Of her enraged ftepdame Guendolen, 840 845 850 Commended her fair innocence to the flood, 855 And throw sweet garland wreaths into her stream 860 Of Of pancies, pinks, and gaudy daffadils. And, as the old swain said, she can unlock The clasping charm, and thaw the numming spell, For maidenhood she loves, and will be swift 865 To aid a virgin, such as was herself, In hard-besetting need; this will I try, And add the pow'r of fome adjuring verse. SONG. 870 Sabrina fair, Liften where thou art fitting Under the glaffy, cool, tranflucent wave, The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair; Liften for dear honor's fake, 875 Goddess of the filver lake, Liften and fave. Listen and appear to us In name of great Oceanus, By th'earth-shaking Neptune's mace, By hoary Nereus wrinkled look, 880 885 And |