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"Whilst from off the waters fleet
RECITATIVE. Second Spirit.
Of true virgin here distress'd,
RECITA TIVE. Sabrina. Shepherd, 'tis my office best To help ensnared chastity: Brightest lady, look on me; Thus I sprinkle on thy breast Drops, that from my fountain pure I have kept, of precious cure; Thrice upon thy finger's tip, Thrice upon thy ruby'd lip; Next this marble venom'd seat, Smear'd with gums of glutinous heat, I touch with chaste palms moist and cold Now the spell hath lost his hold; And I must haste, ere morning-hour, To wait in Amphitrite's bower.
[sabrina descends, and the Lady rises out of her seat; the Brothers embrace her tenderly.
E.Bro. "I oft had heard, but ne'er believ'd till now, *' There are, who can by potent magic spells "Bend to their crooked purpose nature's laws, "Blot the fair moon from her resplendent orb, "Bid whirling planets stop their destin'd course, 400 "And thro' the yawning earth from Stygian gloom "Call up the meagre ghost to walks of light: *' It may be so, for some mysterious end!"
Y. Bro. Why did I doubt? Why tempt the wrath of heav'n
To shed just vengeance on my weak distrust i
No spell can reach; that righteous Jove forbids,
First Spirit discovering himself.
Pay it to Heaven! There my mansion is:
"I shoot from heav'n to give him safe convoy."
£ Then the two first Spirits advance and speah alternately
Along the crisped shades and bowers
fJow my task is smoothly done, 440
I can fly or I can run
Quickly to the green earth's end,
Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend;
And from thence can soar as soon
Chorus. Taught by virtue, you may climb
EUPHROSYNE, WITH A WAND AND CCP.
Some critic, or I'm much deceived, will ash,
"What means this wild, this allegoric masque?
Beyond all bounds of truth this author shoots;
Can wands or cups transform men into brutes?
'Tis idle stuff!"—And yet I'll prove it true;
Attend; for sure I mean it not of you.
The mealy fop, that tastes my cup, may try,
How quich the change from beau to butterfy;
But o'er the Insctl should the Brute prevail,
He grins a monhey with a length ofta.il. lo
One strohe of this,* as sure as Cupid's arrow,
Turns the warm youth into a wanton sparrow.
Nay, the cold prude becomes a slave to love,
Feels a new warmth, and cooes a billing dove.
The sly coquet, whose artful tears beguile
Unwary hearts, weeps a false crocodile.
Dull poring pedants, shoch'd at truth's heen light,
Turn moles, and plunge again in friendly night;
Misers grow vultures, of rapacious mind,
Or more than vultures, they devour their hind; seo