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Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn?
There was another meaning in these gifts;
Think what, and be advis’d, you are but young yet.

Lad. I had not thought to have unlockt my lips
In this unhallow'd air, but that this juggler
Would think to charm my judgment, as mine eyes,
Obtruding false rules prank'd in reason's garb.
I hate when vice can bolt her arguments,
And virtue has no tongue to check her pride.
Impostor, do not charge most innocent Nature,
As if she would her children should be riotous
With her abundance; she, good cateress,
Means her provision only to the good,
That live according to her sober laws,
And holy dictate of spare temperance :
If every just man, that now pines with want,
Had but a moderate and beseeming share
Of that which lewdly-pamper'd luxury

770 Now heaps upon some few with vast excess, Nature's full blessings would be well dispens'd In unsuperfluous even proportion, And she no whit incumber'd with her store ;

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Benlowes's Theophila, p. 2. «Crouch low! Oh, vermeil tinctur'd cheek!!--The last mention of this word' vermeil, as applied to the cheek, I know, is in Fielding's Love in Several Masques, act i, sc. 5. Lord Formal says, “It has exagitated my complexion to that exorbitancy of vermeille,' &c.

153 tresses] Hom. Od. v. 390. Nonni Dionysiaca, xi. 388. 'Evounolyyos "Hoos. Stanley's Poems, p. 47.

“She whose loosely flowing hair
Scatter'd like the beams o' the morn.'

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And then the giver would be better thank’d,
His praise due paid ; for swinish gluttony
Ne'er looks to heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast,
But with besotted base ingratitude
Crams, and blasphemes his feeder. Shall I go on?
Or have I said enough? To him that dares
Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words
Against the sun-clad pow'r of Chastity,
Fain would I something say, yet to what end ?'
Thou hast nor ear, nor soul to apprehend
The súblime notion, and high mystery,
That must be utter'd to unfold the sage
And serious doctrine of Virginity,
And thou art worthy that thou shouldst not know
More happiness than this thy present lot.
Enjoy your dear wit, and

gay rhetoric,
That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence;
Thou art not fit to hear thyself convinc'd ;
Yet should I try, the uncontrolled worth
Of this pure cause would kindle my rapt spirits
To such a flame of sacred vehemence,
That dumb things would be mov'd to sympathize,
And the brute earth would lend her nerves, and shake, ,
Till all thy magic structures rear'd so high,
Were shatter'd into heaps o'er thy false head.

Com. She fables not; I feel that I do fear Her words set off by some superior power :

: And though not mortal, yet a cold shudd'ring dew

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797 brute] Hor. Od. i. xxxiv. 9. • Bruta tellus. Warton.

Dips me all o'er, as when the wrath of Jove
Speaks thunder, and the chains of Erebus,
To some of Saturn's crew. I must dissemble,

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And try her yet more strongly. Come, no more,
This is mere moral babble, and direct
Against the cannon laws of our foundation;
I must not suffer this; yet 'tis but the lees
And settlings of a melancholy blood :
But this will cure all strait; one sip of this
Will bathe the drooping spirits in delight,
Beyond the bliss of dreams. Be wise, and taste.-

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The BROTHERS rush in with swords drawn, wrest his

glass out of his hand, and break it against the ground; his rout make sign of resistance, but are all driven in. The ATTENDANT SPIRIT comes in.

Spir. What, have you let the false inchanter 'scape? Oye mistook, ye should have snatch'd his wand, And bound him fast; without his rod revers’d, And backward mutters of dissevering power, We cannot free the Lady that sits here In stony fetters fix'd, and motionless : Yet stay, be not disturb’d: now I bethink me,

: Some other means I have which may be us'd,

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809 lees] I like the MS. reading best,

• This is mere moral stuff, the very lees.' • Yet' is bad. But very inaccurate. Hurd.

816 revers’d] Ov. Metam. xiv. 300. Converse verbere virga.' This Sandys translates, 'her wand reverst.' Warton.

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Which once of Melibæus old I learnt,
The soothest shepherd that e'er pip'd on plains.

There is a gentle nymph not far from hence, That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream,

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Sabrina is her name, a virgin pure;
Whilome she was the daughter of Locrine,
That had the sceptre from his father Brute.
She, guiltless damsel, flying the mad pursuit
Of her enraged stepdame Guendolen,
Commended her fair innocence to the flood,
That stay'd her flight with his cross-flowing course.
The water nymphs that in the bottom play'd,
Held

up their pearled wrists, and took her in,
Bearing her straight to aged Nereus' hall,
Who piteous of her woes, rear’d'her lank head,
And gave her to his daughters to imbathe
In nectar'd lavers strow'd with asphodil,
And through the porch and inlet of each sense
Dropp'd in ambrosial oils, till she reviv'd,
And underwent a quick immortal change,
Made Goddess of the river: still she retains
Her maiden gentleness, and oft at eve
Visits the herds along the twilight meadows,
Helping all urchin blasts, and ill-luck signs
That the shrewd meddling elf delights to make,
Which she with precious vial'd liquors heals;

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826 Sabrina] Rob. of Gloucester's Chron. 61. p. 25. ed. Hearne.

829 She] So ed. 1645, and MS. Eds. 1637, and 1695, "The.' Tickell, Fenton, Ed. 1713, and Warton, She.'

For which the shepherds at their festivals
Carol her goodness loud in rustic lays,
And throw sweet garland wreaths into her stream
Of pansies, pinks, and gaudy daffodils.
And, as the old swain said, she can unlock
The clasping charm, and thaw the numbing spell,
If she be right invok'd in warbled song; ;
For maidenhood she loves, and will be swift
To aid a virgin, such as was herself,
In hard-besetting need; this will I try,
And add the pow'r of some adjuring verse.

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Sabrina fair,

Listen where thou art sitting
Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave,

In twisted braids of lilies knitting
The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair ;

Listen for dear honour's sake,
Goddess of the silver lake,

Listen and save.
Listen and appear to us
In name of great Oceanus,
By th’ earth-shaking Neptune's mace,
And Tethys' grave majestic pace,

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868 great] Hes. Theog. 20. 'Nusavóv te péyav. Newton.

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