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The dances ended, the Spirit epiloguises.
Sp. To the ocean now I fly,
979 broad] MS. plain fields. Fairfax, B. viii. st. 57.
Warton and Todd. 988 There] Milton's own edition, 1673, reads That there, but in the errata directs That to be omitted ; so it is by Tickell and Fenton, but silently readopted by Newton. Warton.
989 musky) See Cowley's Silva. p. 56, and Love's Riddle, p. 93. The musky kisses of the west wind.'
And drenches with Elysian dew
But now my task is smoothly done,
Mortals, that would follow me,
how to climb
1002 Assyrian) Tickell and Fenton read “the Cyprian Queen.'
1017 corners] Macbeth, a. 3. s. 5. Upon the corner of the moon.' Warton.
Higher than the sphery chime:
1021 sphery] sphery chime' is the chime or music of the spheres. Mids. N. Dream, act ii. sc. 7, “Hermia's sphery eyne.' Machin's Dumbe Knight, (Reed's Old Pl. iv. 447), “It was as silver as the chime of spheres. Herrick's Hesp. p. 116, 'Fall down from those thy chiming spheres.' Warton and Todd.
1023 stoop] bow. MS.
L Y CIDAS.
In this Monody, the author bewails a learned friend, unfortunately
drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish seas, 1637; and by occasion foretells the ruin of our corrupted clergy, then in their height.
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more
? myrtles brown] Hor. Od. i. 25. 17. • Pulla magis atque myrto.' Warton.
dead] • Phillisides is dead.' Past. Ægl. on Sir P. Sidney's death, by L. B. v. 8. (Todd's Spenser, viii. 76), and v. 71.
• Sweet bowres of myrtel twigs, and lawrel faire.' 10 Who] Neget quis carmina Gallo.' Virg. Ecl. x. 3. Peck.
12 Watery) See Theod. Prodrom. Dos. et Rhod. Am. p. 254, ed. Gaulm.
14 Melodious] Cleveland's Obsequy on Mr. King, 'I like not tears in tune.' Todd.
Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well,
For we were nurs’d upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns appear'd Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn, Batt’ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night, Oft till the star that rose, at evening, bright, Toward heav'n's descent had slop'd his west'ring Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute, (wheel. Temper’d to th’oaten flute;
17 sweep] . E qui Calliopea alquanto surga.' Dante Purg. i. 9. 19 Muse] ‘Gentle Muse—he passes.' See Jortin's Tracts, i. p. 341.
23 nurs’d] Compare Past. Ægl. on Sir P. Sidney's death, by L. B. ver. 85.
Through many a hill and dale,' &c. 26 opening] Middleton's Game at Chess.
Like a pearl, Dropp'd from the opening eyelids of the morn.' And Crashaw's Translation of Marino, • The lids of day.' Warton, Todd. 29 Battning] Drayton's Ecl. ix.
• Their battening flocks on grassie leas to hold.' Warton. 33 Temperd] On this word see P. Fletcher's Purple Isl. c. ix. st ... Par. Lost, vii. 598. Warton.