Haste thee Nymph, and bring with thee Jeft and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, 25 And love to live in dimple fleek; 30 Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his fides. On the light fantastic-toe. And in thy right hand lead with thee, To live with her and live with thee, 35 40 45 And at my window bid good morrow, Through the fweet-briar, or the vine, While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin, 50 Stoutly ftruts his dames before: Oft Oft lift'ning how the hounds and horn Through the high wood echoing fhrill: 55 By hedge-row elms, on hillocs green, Where the great fun begins his state, 60 The clouds in thousand liveries dight, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milk-maid fingeth blithe, 65 Mountains on whose barren breast 75 Shallow brooks, and rivers wide. Bofom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps fome beauty lies, The Cynosure of neighb'ring eyes. 80 Hard Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes, From betwixt two aged oaks, To the tann'd haycock in the mead. To many a youth, and many a maid, And young and old come forth to play 85 90 95 Till the live-long day-light fail; Then to the spicy nut-brown ale, 100 With ftories told of many a feat, How faery Mab the junkets eat, She was pincht, and pull'd she said, Tells how the drudging Goblin swet, To earn his cream-bowl duly fet, His fhadowy flale hath thresh'd the corn, 105 That That ten day-lab'rers could not end; Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, Where throngs of knights and barons bold 110 115 120 Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. 125 In faffron robe, with taper clear, Or sweetest Shakespear, fancy's child, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, 130 135 Mar Married to immortal verse, 140 150 His half regain'd Eurydice. These delights, if thou canst give, Mirth, with thee I mean to live. IL XIV. PENSEROS 0. ENCE vain deluding joys, HEA The brood of folly without father bred, How little you bested, Or fill'd the fixed mind with all your toys? Dwell in fome idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the fun-beams, Or likeft hovering dreams 5 The |