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Gay Bacchus little Cupid ftung,
By reckoning his deceits; And Cupid mock'd his stammering tongue,
With all his staggering gaits :
And tales without a jeft;
But waggeries at bef.
And had I Homer's pen,
And how they fought like Men.
Who make them soon agree :
They still were three to three.
him back his bow;
Where fack and sugar flow. Jocus took Comus' rosy crown,
And gayly wore the prize,
As thrice he strove to rise.
Where Venus did recline ;
They join'd to rail at wine.
And Comus loudly cursing wit,
Roll'd off to some retreat ;
In fat unwieldy ftate.
For one fresh glass prepare ;
And vow to be fincere.
This our instructive song ;
They can't continue long,
A FAIRY TALE,
IN THE ANCIENT ENGLISH STILE.
Britain's isle, and Arthur's days,
Liv'd Edwin of the Green;
Though badly shap'd he'd been.
And lift itself above;
This creature dar'd to love.
He felt the charms of Edith's eyes,
Could ladies look within ;
He had a shape to win.
Edwin, if right I read my song,
All in the moony light;
To revel out the night.
His heart was drear, his hope was cross’d, 'Twas late, 't was far, the path was lost
That reach'd the neighbour-town; With weary steps he quits the shades, Resolv'd, the darkling dome he treads,
And drops his limbs adown.
But fcant he lays him on the floor,
And trembling rocks the ground:
On all the walls around.
Now founding tongues affail his ear,
And now the sounds increase :
And from the corner where he lay
Come prankling o'er the place.
But (trust me, Gentles !) never yet
Or half so rich before;
The town its filken store,
Now whilft he gaz'd, a gallant drest
With awful accent cry'd ;
Has here presum’d to hide ?
Advanc'd in open fight;
“ Your revels of the night. “ 'Twas grief, for scorn of faithful love, “ Which made my steps unweeting rove
“ Amid the nightly dew.” “ 'T is well, the gallant cries again, 66 We fairies never injure men
" Who dare to tell us true.
“ Exalt thy love-dejected heart,
“ To make thee grief resign; “ Now take the pleasure of thy chaunce ; • Whilft I with Mab, my partner, daunce,
" Be little Mable thine."
He spoke, and all a sudden there
The monarch leads the queen :
With Edwin of the Green.
The dauncing past, the board was laid,
As heart and lip desire,
And with a wish retire.
But, now to please the fairy king,
And antic feats devise ;
In Edwin's wondering eyes.
Till one at last, that Robin hight,