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Who, in their nightly watchful spheres, Lead in swift round the months and years. The sounds and seas, with all their finny drove, : Now to the moon in wavering morrice move; And, on the tawny sands and shelves, Trip the pert faeries and the dapper elves, By dimpled brook and fountain brim, The Wood-Nymphs, deck'd with daisies trim, Their merry wakes and pastimes keep; What hath night to do with sleep? Night hath better sweets to prove; Venus now wakes, and wakens Love. Come, let us our rights begin; 'Tis only day-light that makes sin, Which these dun shades will ne'er report.Hail, Goddess of noctural sport, Dark-veil'd Cotytto! to whom the secret flame Of midnight torches burns; mysterious dame, That ne'er art call’d, but when the dragon womb Of Stygian darkness spets her thickest gloom, And makes one blot of all the air ; Stay thy cloudy ebon chair, Wherein thou rid'st with Hecat', and befriend Us thy vow'd priests, till utmost end Of all thy dues be done, and none left out; Ere the blabbing eastern scout, The nice morn, on the Indian steep From her cabin'd loop-hole peep,
And to the tell-tale sun descry
THE MEASURE. Break off, break off, I feel the different pace . Of some chaste footing near about this ground. Run to your shrouds, within these brakes and trees Our number máy affright: Some virgin sure (For so I can distinguish by mine art) Benighted in these woods. Now to my charms, And to my wily trains ! I shall ere long Be well-stock'd with as fair a herd as graz'd About my mother Circe. Thus 1 hurl My dazzling spells into the spungy air, Of power to cheat the eye with blear illusion, And give it false presentments, lest the place And my quaint habits breed astonishment, : And put the damsel to suspicious flight; Which must not be, for that's against my course: I, under fair pretence of friendly ends, And well-plac'd words of glozing courtesy
Baited with reasons not unplausible, · Wind me into the easy-hearted man, And hug him into snares. When once her eye Hath met the virtue of this magick dust, I shall appear some harmless villager,
Whom thrift keeps up about his country gear.
The LADY enters. This way the noise was, if mine ear be true, My best guide now : Methought it was the sound Of riot, and ill-manag’d merriment, Such as the jocund flute, or gamesome pipe, Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds; When for their teeming flocks, and granges full, In wantor dance they praise the bounteous Pan, And thank the Gods amiss. I should be loth To meet the rudeness, and swill'd insolence, Of such late wassailers ; yet O! where else Shall I inform my unacquainted feet In the blind mazes of this tangled wood ? . My brothers, when they saw me wearied out With this long way, resolving here to lodge Under the spreading favour of these pines, Stept, as they said, to the next thicket side, To bring me berries, or such cooling fruit As the kind hospitable woods provide. They left me then, when the gray-hooded Eren, Like a sad votarist in palmer's weed, Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phæbus' wain. But where they are, and why they came not back, Is now the labour of my thoughts ; 'tis likeliest
They had engag'd their wandering steps too far;
To keep my life and honour unássail'd.
Within thy aery shell,
By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroider'd vale,
Where the love-lorn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well; Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair
That likest thy Narcissús are ?
0, if thou have
Tell me but where,
So may'st thou be translated to the skies,