But certes forely funk with woe Sir Topaz fees the Elphin fhow, His fpirits in him dy: When Oberon 66 "A mortal paffion, cleeped fear, With that Sir Topaz, hapless youth! Intreats them pity graunt; For als he been a mister wight "Ah Lofell vile, at once they roar ; "And little fkill'd of fairie lore, Thy cause to come, we know: "Now has thy keftrell courage fell; "And fairies, fince a lye you tell; "Are free to work thee woe." Then Then Will, who bears the wifpy fire There like a tortoise in a shop He dangled from the chamber-top, The revel now proceeds apace, They fit, they drink, and eat; The time with frolic mirth beguile, And poor Sir Topaz hangs the while 'Till all the rout retreat. By this the stars began to wink, They fhriek, they fly, the tapers fink, And down ydrops the knight. For never spell by fairie laid With ftrong enchantment bound a glade, Beyond the length of night. Chill, dark, alone, adreed, he lay, Then deem'd the dole was o'er: But wot ye well his harder lot? This tale a Sybil-nurse ared; She foftly ftroak'd my youngling head, "Thus fome are born, my fon, fhe cries, "And fome are born with none. "But virtue can itself advance "To what the fav'rite fools of chance "By fortune feem'd design'd; "Virtue can gain the odds of fate, "Upon th' unworthy mind." PER PER VIGILIUM VENERI S. RAS amet, qui numquam amavit; quique CRAS amavit, cras amet. Ver novum, ver jam canorum: vere natus orbis est, Vere concordant amores, vere nubent alites, Et nemus comam refolvit de maritis imbribus. Cras Dione jura dicit, fulta fublimi throno, Cras amet, qui numquam amavit; quique amavit, cras amet. Tunc |