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To part the fray, the Graces fly,
Who make them soon agree;
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,
As thrice he strove to rise,
Then Cupid sought the myrtle grove,
Where Venus did recline,
They join'd to rail at wine.
And Comus loudly cursing Wit,
Rolld off to some retreat,
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 ;
They can't continue long.
Antient ENGLISH Stile.
N Britain's isle and Arthur's days,
Liv'd Edwin of the green ;
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
This creature dar'd to love.
He felt the charms of Edith's eyes,
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,
All in the moony light;
To revel out the night.
His heart was drear, his hope was crofs'd,
That reach'd the neighbour-town;
And drops his limbs adown.
But fcant he lays him on the floor,
A trembling, rocks the ground:
On all the walls around.
Now founding tongues affail his ear,
And now the founds increase :
Come prankling o'er the place.
But (trust me Gentles !) never yet
Or half so rich before;
The town its filken store,