But certes forely funk with woe

Sir Topaz fees the Elphin fhow,

His fpirits in him dy:

When Oberon

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crys, a man is near,

"A mortal paffion, cleeped fear,
"Hangs flagging in the sky.”

With that Sir Topaz, hapless youth!
In accents falt'ring, ay for ruth,

Intreats them pity graunt;

For als he been a mister wight
Betray'd by wand'ring in the night
To tread the circled haunt;

"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
To trail the swains among the mire,
The captive upward flung;

There like a tortoise in a shop

He dangled from the chamber-top,
Where whilome Edwin hung.

The revel now proceeds apace,
Deftly they frisk it o'er the place,

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,
Till up the welkin rofe the day,

Then deem'd the dole was o'er:

But wot ye well his harder lot?
His feely back the bunch had got
Which Edwin loft afore.

This tale a Sybil-nurse ared;

She foftly ftroak'd my youngling head,
And when the tale was done,

"Thus fome are born, my fon, fhe cries,
"With bafe impediments to rife,

"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,
"And from itself shake off the weight

"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 amorem copulatrix inter umbras arborum
Implicat gazas virentes de flagello myrteo.'

Cras Dione jura dicit, fulta fublimi throno,

Cras amet, qui numquam amavit; quique amavit,

cras amet.

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