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To part the fray, the Graces fly,

Who make them soon agree;
Nay, had the Furies selves been nigh,

They still were three to three.

Bacchus appeas’d, rais'd Cupid up,

And gave him back his bow; But kept some darts to stir the cup,

Where fack and sugar flow.

Jocus took Comụs' rosy crown,

And gayly wore the prize,
And thrice, in mirth, he push'd him down,

As thrice he strove to rise,

Then Cupid sought the myrtle grove,

Where Venus did recline,
And Venus close embracing Love,

They join'd to rail at wine.

And

And Comus loudly cursing Wit,

Rolld off to some retreat,
Where boon companions gravely fit

In fat unweildy state.

Bacchus and Jocus still behind,

For one fresh glass prepare ; They kiss and are exceeding kind,

And vow to be fincere.

But part in time, whoever hear

This our instructive song ;
For tho' such friendships may be dear,

They can't continue long.

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FAIRY TALE,

IN THE

Antient ENGLISH Stile.

IN

N Britain's isle and Arthur's days,
When midnight Fairies daunc'd the maze,

Liv'd Edwin of the green ;
Edwin, I wis, a gentle youth,
Endow'd with courage, sense, and truth,

Tho' badly shap'd he been.

His mountain back mote well be said,

To measure height against his head,

And lift itself above;

Yet spite of all that nature did
To make his uncouth form forbid,

This creature dar'd to love.

He

He felt the charms of Edith's eyes,
Nor wanted hope to gain the prize,

Cou'd ladies look within;

But one Sir Topaz dress’d with art,

And, if a shape cou'd win a heart,

He had a shape to win.

Edwin, if right I read my song,
With slighted paflion pac'd along

All in the moony light;
?Twas near an old inchanted court,
Where sportive fairies made resort

To revel out the night.

His heart was drear, his hope was crofs'd,
'Twas late, 'twas 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

But fcant he lays him on the floor,
When hollow winds remove the door,

A trembling, rocks the ground:
And, well I ween to count aright,
At once an hundred tapers light

On all the walls around.

Now founding tongues affail his ear,
Now founding feet approachen near,

And now the founds increase :
And from the corner where he lay
He sees a train profusely gay

Come prankling o'er the place.

But (trust me Gentles !) never yet
Was dight a masquing half so neat,

Or half so rich before;
The country lent the sweet perfumes,
The sea, the pearl, the sky, the plumes,

The town its filken store,

Now

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