The Caitive upward flung; There like a Tortoise in a Shop He dangled from the Chamber-top, Where whilome Edwin hung. The Revel now proceeds apace, They fit, they drink, and eat; And poor Sir Topaz hangs the while 'Till all the Rout retreat. By this the Starrs began to wink, They skrick, they fly, the Tapers fink, And down ydrops the Knight. For never Spell by Faerie laid With ftrong Enchantment bound a Glade Beyond the length of Night. Chill, dark, alone, adreed, he lay, Till up the Welkin rose the Day, Then deem'd the Dole was o'er: But wot ye well his harder Lot? His feely Back the Bunch has got Which Edwin lost afore. This Tale a Sybil-Nurse ared; She foftly ftrok'd my youngling Head, And when the Tale was done, Thus fome are born, my Son (fhe cries) 5 And fome are born with none. But Virtue can it felf advance To what the Fav'rite Fools of Chance By 'By Fortune seem'd defign'd; Virtue can gain the Odds of Fate, And from it self shake off the Weight Upon th' unworthy Mind. Ver novum, ver jam canorum: vere natus orbis eft, Cras THE VIGIL of VENUS. Written in the Time of JULIUS CASAR, and by fome afcrib'dto CATULLUS. L ET thofe love now, who never lov'd before, Let thofe who always lov'd,now love the more. The Spring, the new, the warb'ling Spring appears, In Spring the Loves enkindle mutual Heats, The Trees grow fruitful with defcending Rain She |