Nay, had the Furies felves been nigh,

They still were three to three.

Bacchus appeas'd, rais'd Cupid up,
And gave him back his bow;

But kept some darts to ftir the cup,
Where fack and fugar flow.

Jocus took Comus' rofy crown,
And gayly wore the prize,

And thrice, in mirth, he pufh'd him down,

As thrice he ftrove to rife.

Then Cupid fought the myrtle grove,

Where Venus did recline,

And Venus close embracing Love,

They join'd to rail at wine.

And

And Comus loudly curfing Wit,

Roll'd off to fome retreat,

Where boon companions gravely fit

In fat unweildy ftate.

Bacchus and Jocus ftill behind,

For one fresh glass prepare ;

They kiss and are exceeding kind,
And vow to be fincere.

But part in time, whoever hear

This our inftructive fong;

For tho' fuch friendships may be dear,
They can't continue long.

A

FAIRY TALE,

IN THE

Antient ENGLISH Stile.

IN Britain's. ifle and Arthur's days,

IN

When midnight Fairies daunc'd the maze,

Liv'd Edwin of the green;

Edwin, I wis, a gentle youth,

Endow'd with courage, fenfe, and truth,
Tho' badly fhap'd he been.

His mountain back mote well be faid,

To measure height against his head,

And lift itself above;

Yet spite of all that nature did

To make his uncouth form forbid,

This creature dar'd to love.

He

He felt the charms of Edith's eyes,

Nor wanted hope to gain the prize,

Cou'd ladies look within;

But one Sir Topaz drefs'd with art,

And, if a shape cou'd win a heart,
He had a shape to win.

Edwin, if right I read my song,
With flighted paffion pac'd along
All in the moony light;

'Twas near an old inchanted court,

Where sportive fairies made resort

To revel out the night.

His heart was drear, his hope was crofs'd, 'Twas late, 'twas far, the path was loft

That reach'd the neighbour-town;

With weary steps he quits the fhades,
Refolv'd, the darkling dome he treads,

And drops his limbs adown.

But

But fcant he lays him on the floor,
When hollow winds remove the door,
A trembling, rocks the ground:
And, well I ween to count aright,
At once an hundred tapers light

On all the walls around.

Now founding tongues affail his ear,
Now founding feet approachen near,
And now the founds increase :
And from the corner where he lay
He fees a train profufely gay

Come prankling o'er the place.

But (trust me Gentles!) never yet
Was dight a masquing half so neat,

Or half fo rich before;

The country lent the fweet perfumes,

The fea, the pearl, the fky, the plumes,

The town its filken ftore.

Now