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« Exalt thy love-dejected heart, Be mine the task, or ere we part,
To make thee grief resign ; Now take the pleasure of thy chaunce; Whilst I with Mab, my partner, daunce,
Be little Mable thine."
He spoke, and all a sudden there
queen : The rest their fairy partners found : And Mable trimly tript the ground
With Edwin of the Green.
The dauncing past, the board was laid,
As heart and lip desire,
And with a wish retire.
But, now to please the fairy king,
And antic feats devise ;
In Edwin's wondering eyes. Till one at last, that Robin hight, Renown'd for pinching maids by night,
Has bent him up aloof: And full against the beam he flung, Where by the back the youth he hung
To spraul unneath the roof.
From thence, “ Reverse my charm," he cries, “ And let it fairly now suffice
The gambol has been shown."
The vantage is thine own.”
And heard a cock to crow;
To warn them all to go.
Poor Edwin falls to floor;
Through all the land before.
He feels his back the less;
Which made him want success.
His story soon took wind;
Without a bunch behind.
The story told, sir Topaz mov'd,
To see the revel scene :
All on the gloomy plain.
A shaking seiz'd the wall ; Up spring the tapers as before, The fairies bragly foot the floor,
And music fills the hall.
But certes sorely sunk with woe
His spirits in him dye :
Hangs flagging in the sky.” With that sir Topaz, hapless youth ! In accents faultering, ay for ruth,
Entreats them pity graunt; For als he been a mister wight Betray'd by wandering in the night
To tread the circled haunt; “ Ah, losel vile," at once they roar : “ And little skill'd of fairie lore,
Thy cause to come, we know : Now has thy kestrel courage fell ; And fairies, since a lye you tell,
Are free to work thee woe."
Then Will, who bears the whispy fire
The caitiff upward flung;
Where whilome Edwin hung. The revel now proceeds apace, Deftly they frisk it o'er the place,
They sit, 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,
And down y-drops the knight :
Beyond the length of night
Then deem'd the dole was o'er ;
Which Edwin lost afore.
This tale a Sybil-nurse ared;
And when the tale was done, “ Thus some are born, my son," she cries, “ With base impediments to rise,
And some are born with nonc.
* But virtue can itself advance
By fortune seem design d ;
Upon th' unworthy mind."
A NIGHT-PIECE ON DEATH. By the blue taper's trembling light, No more I waste the wakeful night, Intent with endless view to pore The schoolmen and the sages o'er : Their books from wisdom widely stray, Or point at best the longest way. I'll seek a readier path, and go Where wisdom 's surely taught below.
How deep yon azure dyes the sky! Where orbs of gold unnumber'd lie, While through their ranks in silver pride The nether crescent seems to glide. The slumbering breeze forgets to breathe, The lake is smooth and clear beneath, Where once again the spangled show Descends to meet our eyes below. The grounds, which on the right aspire, In dimness from the view retire : The left presents a place of graves, Whose wall the silent water laves. That steeple guides thy doubtful sight Among the livid gleams of night.