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But certes sorely sunk with woe
His spirits in him dy :
a man is near, “ A mortal paffion, cleeped fear,
Hangs flagging in the sky."
With that Sir Topaz, hapless youth !
Intreats them pity graunt;
To tread the circled haunt;
« Ah Lofell vile, at once they roar ; " And little skill'd of fairie lore,
“ Thy cause to come, we know: « Now has thy kestrell courage fell ; « And fairies, since a lye you
; « Are free to work thee woe.”
Then Will, who bears the wispy fire
The captive upward Alung;
Where whilome Edwin hung.
The revel now proceeds apace,
They sit, they drink, and eat;
'Till all the rout retreat.
By this the stars began to wink,
And down ydrops the knight.
Beyond the length of night.
Chill, dark, alone, adreed, he lay,
Then deem'd the dole was o'er :
Which Edwin loft afore.
This tale a Sybil-nurse ared ;
And when the tale was done,
66 And some are born with none.
56 But virtue can itself advance
" To what the fav’rite fools of chance
“ By fortune seem'd design'd; “ Virtue can gain the odds of fate, “ And from itself shake off the weight
“ Upon th' unworthy mind.”
P ER VI G I L I UM
V E N E RI S.
(RAS amet, qui numquam amavit; quique
amavit, cras amet.
Ver novum, ver jam canorum: vere natus orbis eft,
Vere concordant amores, vere nubent alites,
Et nemus comam resolvit de maritis imbribus.
Cras amorem copulatrix inter umbras arborum
Implicat gazas virentes de flagello myrteo.'
Cras Dione jura dicit, fulta sublimi throno,
Cras amet, qui numquam amavit; quique amavit,