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And if your stray attendants be yet lodgd, 315 | She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings,
Or shroud within these limits, I shall know That in the various bustle of resort
Ere morrow wake, or the low roosted lark

Were all-to ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. From her thatch'd pallet rouse; if otherwise, He that has light within his own clear breast, Ican conduct you, la ly, to a low,

May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day :
But loyal cottage, where you may be safe But he, that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts,
Till further quest.

Benighted walks under the mid-day Sun;
Shepherd, I take thy, word Himself is his own dungeon.

385 And trust thy honest offer'd courtesy,

Sec. Br.

'Tis most true, Which oft is sooner found in lowly sheds

That musing Meditation most affects With smoky rafters, than in tap’stry halls The pensive secrecy of desert cell, In courts of princes, where it first was nam'd 325 Far from the cheerful haunt of men and herds, And yet is most pretended : iu a place

And sits as safe as in a senate-house ;
Less warranted than this, or less secure,

For who would rob a bermit of his weeds,
I cannot be, that I should fear to change it- His few books, or his beads, or maple dish,
Eye me, blest Providence, and square my. trial Or do his gray hairs any violence
To my proportion'd strength. --Shepherd, lead But Beauty, like the fair Hesperian tree
on. [Exeunt.]

Laden with bloomiog gold, had need the guard

Of dragon-watch, with upepcbanted eye, 395 Enter The Two BROTHERS.

To save her blossoms, and defend her fruit, El. Br. Unmufe, ye faint stars ; and thou, fair From the rash band of bold Incontinence. Moon,

You may as well spread out the unsunu'd beaps. That wont'st to love the trareller's benison, Of misers' treasure by av outlaw's den, Stoop thy pale visage through au amber cloud, And tell me it is safe, as bid me hope And disinherit Chaos, that reigns here

Danger will wink on Opportuuity, In double night of darkness and of shades; 335 And let a single helpless maiden pass, Or, if your influence be quite damm'd up Uninjur'd in this wild surrounding waste. With black usurping mists, some gentle taper, Of night, or loneliness, it recks me not; Though a rush-candle from the wicker hule I fear the dread events that dog them both, 405 Of some clay habitation, visit us

Lest some ill-greeting touch attempt the person With thy long-levell'd rule of streaming light;

Of our unowned sister, And thou shalt be our star of Arcaily,

El. Br.

I do not, brother, Or Tyrian Cynosure.

lofer, as if I thought my sister's state Sec. Br.

Or, if our eyes

Secure, without all doubt or controversy ; Be barr'd that happiness, might we but hear Yet, where an equal poise of bope and fear The folded flocks penn'd in their watiled cotes, Does arbitrate the event, my nature is Or sound of pastoral reed with oaten stops, 345 | That I incline to hope, rather than fear, Or wbistle from the lodge, or village cock And gladly banish squint suspicioo. Co-int the night watches to his feathery dames, My sister is not so detenceless left "Twould be some solace yei, some little cheering, As you imagine ; she bas a hidden strergth, 415 In this close dungeon of innumerous boughs, Which you remember not. But, О that hapless virgin, our lost sister! Sec. Br.

What bidden strength, Where may she wander now, whither betake ber Cnless the strength of Heaven, if you mean From the chill dew, among rude burs and thistles?

that? Perhaps some cold bank is her boister now, El. Br. I mean that too, but yet a hidden Or 'gainst the rugged bark of some broad elm


[own: Leans her unpillow'd head, fraught with sad which, if Heaven gare it, may be term'd ber fears.

355'Tis Chastity, my brother, Chastity : What, if in wild amazement and affright? She, that has that, is clad in complete steel; Or, wbile we speak, within the direful grasp And, like a quiverd nymph with arrows keen, Of savage hunger, or of savage heat?

May trace huge forests, and unbarbour'd heaths, El. Br. Poace, brother : be not over-exquisite Infamous hills, and sandy perilous wilds; To cast the fashion of uncertain evils :

Where, through the sacred says of Chastity,425 For grant they be so, while they rest unknown, No savage fierce, bandite, or mountaineer, What need a man forestall his date of grief, Will dare to soil her virgin purity : And run to meet what he would most avoid ? Yea there, where very Desolation dwells, Or, if they be but false alarms of fear,

By grots and caverns shagy'd with horrid shades, How bitter is such self-delusion !

365 She may pass on with unblench'u majesty, I do not think my sister so to seek,

Be it not done in pride, or in presumption.
Or so unprincipled in Virtue's book,

Some say, no evil thing that walks by night
And the sweet peace that goodness bosoms ever, In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen,
As that the single want of light and noise

Blue meager hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost
(Not being in danger, as I trust she is not,) That breaks his magic chajnsat Curfeu time,
Could stir the constant mood of her calın thoughts, No goblin, or swart faery of the mine, 436
And put them into misbecoming plight.

Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity. Virtue could see to do what Virtue would

Do ye believe me yet, or shall I call By her own radiant light, though Sun and Moon Antiquity from the old schools of Greece Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self To testify the arms of Chastity ? Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; 376 Hence had the huntress Dian her dread bow, Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, Fajr silver-shafted queen, for ever chaste,

Wherewith she tam'd the brinded lioness

How could'st thou find this dark sequester'd And spotted mountain-pard, but set at nought

nook ?

500 The frivolous bolt of Cupid ; gods and men Spir. O my lov'd master's heir, and his next joy, Feard her stem frown, and she was queen o' the I came not here on such a trivial toy woods.

As a stray'd ewe, or to pursue the stealth What was that snaky-headed Gorgon shield, Of pilfering wolf; not all the feecy wealth, That wise Minerva wore, unconquer'd virgin,

That doth enrich these downs, is worth a thought Wherewith she freez'd her foes to congeal'd To this my errand, and the care it brought. stone,

But, O my virgin lady, where is she? But rigid looks of chaste auterity,

450 How chance she is not in your company? And roble grace, that dash'd brute violence El. B. To tell thee sadly, shepherd, without With sudden adoration and blank awe?

blame, So dear to Heaven is saintly Chastity,

Or our neglect, we lost her as we came. 510 That, when a soul is found sincerely so,

Spir. Ay me unhappy! then my fears are true. A thousand liveried angels lackey her,

El. B. What fears, good Thyrsis? Prythee Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt;

briefly show. And, in clear dream and solemn vision,

Spir. I'll tell ye; 'tis not vain or fabulous, Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear; (Though so esteem'd by shallow ignorance,) Till oft converse with heavenly habitants

What the sage poets, taught by the heavenly Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, Storied of old in high immortal verse, [Muse, The unpolluted temple of the mind,

Of dire chimeras, and enchanted isles, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, 460

And rifted rocks whose entrance leads to Hell ; Till all be made immortal : but when Lust, For such there be, but unbelief is blind. By unchaste looks, louse gestures, and foul talk, Within the navel of this hideous wood, 520 But most by lewd and lavish act of sin,

Immurd in cypress shades a sorcerer dwells, Lets ia denilement to the inward parts,

Of Baccbus and of Circe born, great Comus, The soul grows clotted by contagion,

Deep skill'd in all bis mother's witcheries;
Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose And here to every thirsty wanderer
The divine property of her first being.

By sly enticement gives his baneful cup, (poison
Such are those thick and gloomy shadows damp, with many murmurs mix'd, whose pleasing
Oft seen in charnel vaults and sepulchres 471 | The visage quite transforms of him that drinks,
Lingering, and sitting by a new made grave, And the inglorious likeness of a beast
As loth to leave the body that it lov'd,

Fixes instead, unmoulding reason's mintage And link'd itself by carnal sensuality

Character'd in the face : this have I learnt 530 To a degenerate and degraded state.

Tending my flocks hard by i' the hilly crofts, Sec. Br. How charming is divine philosophy ! That brow this bottom-glade; whence night by Not harsh, and crabbed, as dull fools suppose,

niyht But musical as is Apollo's lute,

He and his monstrous rout are heard to howl, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets,

Like stabled wolves, or tigers at their prey, Where no crude surfeit reigns.

Doing abhorred rites to Hecate El. Br.

List, list; I hear in their obscured haunts of inmost bowers. Soine far off halloo break the silent air. 481 Yet have they many baits, and guileful spells, Sec. B. Methought so too; what should it be? To inveigle and invite the unwary sense El. B.'

For certain Of them that pass unweeting by the way. Either some one like us night-founder'd here, This evening late, by then the chewing flocks Or else some neighbour woodman, or, at worst, Had ta'en their supper on the savoury herb 541 Some roving robber, calling to his fellows.

Of knot-grass dew-besprent, and were in fold, Sec. B. Heaven keep my sister. Again, again, I sat me down to watch upon a bank and near!

With ivy canopied, and interwove Best draw, and stand upon our guard.

With flaunting honey-suckle, and began, El. B.

I'll halloo: Wrapt in a pleasing fit of melancholy, If he be friendly, he comes well; if not,

To meditate my rural minstrelsy, Defence is a good cause, and Heaven be for us. Till Fancy had her fill; but, ere a close,

The wonted roar was up amidst the woods, [Enter the Attendant Spirit, hubited like a shep- and fill'd the air with barbarous dissonance; 550, herd.]

At which I ceas'd, and listen'd them a while, That halloo I should know ; what are you? | Till an unusual stop of sudden silence speak;

490 Gave respite to the drowsy frighted steeds, Come not too near, you fall on iron stakes else. That draw the litter of close-curtain's Sleep ; Spir. Wbat voice is that? my young lord ? At last a soft and solemn-breathing sound. speak again.

Rose like a steam of rich distillid perfumes, Sec. B. O brother, 'tis my father's shepherd, And stole upon the air, that even Silence sure.

Was took ere she was ware, and wish'd she might El. B. Thyrsis ? Whose artful strains have oft Deny her nature, and be never more, delay'd

Still to be so displac'd. I was all ear, 560 The huddling brouk to hear his madrigal,

And touk in strains that might create a soul And sweeten'd every muşkrose of the dale? Under the ribs of Death: but O! ere long, How cam'st thou here, good swain? hath any ram Too well I did perceive it was the voice Slipt from the fold, or young kid lost his dam, Of my most honour'd lady, your dear sister. Or straggling wether the pent flock fossook ? Amaz'd I stood, harrow'd with grief and fear,


And, O poor hapless nightingale, thought I, Telling their strange and vigorous faculties : How sweet thou sing'st, how near the deadly Amongst the rest a small unsightly root, snare !

But of divine etfect, he culld me out; 630 Then down the lawns I ran with headlong haste, The leaf was darkish, and bad prickles on it, Through paths and turnings often trod by day, But in another country, as he said, Till, guided by mine ear, I found the place, 570 Bore a bright golden flower, but not in this soil : Where that damn'd wisard, hid in sly disguise, Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swain (For so by certain signs I knew,) had met Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon: Already, ere my best speed could prevent, And yet more med'cinal is it than that moly, The aidless inuocent lady, his wish'd prey;

That Hermes once to wise Ulysses gave; Who gently ask'd if he had seen such two, He call'd it hæmony, and gave it me, Supposing him some neighbour villager.

And bade me keep it as of sovran use Longer I durst not stay, but soon I guess'd 'Gainst all enchantments, mildew, blast, or damp, Ye were the two she meant; with that I sprung Orghastly furies' apparition.

641 Into swift flight, till I had found you here ; I purs'd it up, but little reckoning made, But further know I not.

Till now that this extremity compeld: Sec. Br.

O night, and shades! 580 But now I find it true; for by this means How are ye join'd with Hell in triple knut I knew the foul enehanter though disguis'd, Against the unarmed weakness of one virgin, Enter'd the very lime-twigs of his spells, Alone and helpless ! Is this the confidence And yet came off: if you have this about you, You gave me, brother?

(As I will give you when we go, you may El. Br.

Yes, and keep it stil} ; Boldly assault the necromancer's ball; Lean on it safely; not a period

Where if he be, witb dauntless hardihood, 650 Shall be unsaid for me : against the threats And brandish'd blade, rush on him; break his Of malice, or of sorcery, or that power

glass, Which erring men call Chance, this I hold firm, — And shed the luscious liquor on the ground, Virtue may be assail'd, but never hurt,

But seize his wand; though he and bis curs'd Surpris'd by unjust force, but not enthralld;590 Yea, even that, which mischief meant most harın, Fierce sign of battle make, and menace high, Shall in the happy trial prove most glory : Or like the sons of Vulcan vomit smoke, But evil on itself shall back recoil,

Yet will they soon retire, if he but shrink. And mix no more with goodness; wben at last El. Br. Thyrsis, lead on apace, I'll follow thee; Gather'd like scum, and settled to itself,

And some good angel bear a shield before us. It shall be in eternal restless change Self-fed, and self-consumed: if this fail,

The Scene changes to a stalely palace, set oul rith The pillar'd firmament is rottenness,

all manner of deliciousness : soft music, tables And Earth's base built on stubble. --But come, spread with all dainties. Comus appears ruh let's on.

his rabble, and the Lady set in an enchanted Against the opposing will and arm of Heaven 600 chair, to whom he offers his glass, which she May never this just sword be lifted up;

puts by, and goes about to rise. But for that damn'd magician, let him be girt With all the grissly legions that troop

Comus. Under the sooty flag of Acheron, Harpies and Hydras, or all the monstrous forms Nay, lady, sit ; if I but wave this wand, 'Twixt Africa and Ind, I'll find him out,

Your nerves are all chain'd up in alabaster, 660 And force him to return his purchase back, And you a statue, or, as Daphne was, Or drag him by the curls to a foul death, Root-boand, that fled Apollo. Curs'd as his life.


Fool, do not boast; Spir.

Alas ! good venturous youth, Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind I love thy courage yet, and bold emprise ; 610 With all thy charms, although this corporal rind But here thy sword can do thee little stead; · Thou hast immanacled, while Heaven sees good. Far other arms and other weapons must

Com. Why are you vex’d, lady? Why do you Be those, that quell the might of hellish charms :

frown He with his bare wand can unthread thy joints, Here dwell no frowns, nor anger; from these gates And crumble all thy sinews.

Sorrow Ries far : see, here be all the pleasures, El. Br.

Why pr’ythee, shepherd, That fancy can beget on youthful tboughts, How durst thou then thyself approach so near, When the fresh blood grows lively, and returns As to make this relation ?

Brisk as the April buds in primrose-season. 671 Spir.

Care, and utmost shifts, And first, behold this cordial julep here, How to secure the lady from surprisal,

That fames and dances in his crystal bounds, Brought to my mind a certain shepherd lad, With spirits of balm and fragrant syrops mix'd; Of sinall regard to see to, yet well skill'd 620 Not that nepenthes, which the wife of Thone In every virtuous plant, and healing herb, In Egypt gave to Jove-born Helena, That spreads her verdant leaf to th' morning ray: Is of such power to stir up joy as this, He lov'd me well, and oft would beg me sing ; To life so friendly, or so cool to thirst. Which when I did, he on the tender grass Why should you be so cruel to yourself, Would sit and hearken even to ecstasy,

And to those dainty limbs, which Nature lent 680 And in requital ope bis leathern scrip,

For gentle usage and soft delicacy?
And show me simples of a thousand names, But you invert the covenants of her trust,

And harshly deal like an ill borrower,

It withers on the stalk with languish'd head. With that which you receiv'd on other terms; Beauty is Nature's brag, and must be shown Scorning the unexempt condition,

In courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, By which all mortal frailty must subsist,

Where most may wonder at the workmanship; Refreshment after toil, ease after pain,

It is for homely features to keep home, That have been tir'd all day without repast, They had their name thence; coarse complexions, And timely rest have wanted; but, fair virgin, And cheeks of sorry grain, will serve to ply 750 This will restore all soon.

The sampler, and to tease the huswife's wool. Lud.

"Twill not, false traitor'! 690 What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that, Twill not restore the truth and honesty,

Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the Morn? That thou hast banish'd from thy tongue with lies. There was another meaning in these gifts ; Was this the cottage, and the safe abode, Think what, and be advis’d; you are but young Thou toldst me of? What grim aspects are these,

yet. These ugly-headed monsters? Mercy guard me! Lad. I had not thought to have unlock'd my lips Hence with thy brew'd enchantments, foul de- In this unhallow'd air, but that this juggler[eyes, ceiver!

Would think to charm my judgment, as mine Hast thou betray'd my credulous innocence Obtruding false rules prank'd in reason's garb. With visor'd falsehood and base forgery? I hate when Vice can bolt her arguments, 760 And would'st thou seek again to trap me here And Virtue has no tongue to check her pride. With lickerish baits, fit to ensnare a brute? 700 Impostor! do not charge most innocent Nature, Were it a draught for Juno when she banquets, As if she would her children should be riotous I would not taste thy treasonous offer; none With ber abundance ; she, good cateress, But such as are good men can give good things ; Means her provision only to the good, And that which is not good, is not delicious That live according to her sober laws, To a well govern'd and wise appetite.

And holy dictate of spare Temperance : Com. O foolishness of men ! that lend their ears If every just man, that now pines with want, To those budge doctors of the Stoic fur,

Had but a moderate and beseeming share And fetch their precepts from the Cynic tub, Of that which lewdly-pamper'd Luxury 770 Praising the lean and sallow Abstinence.

Now heaps upon some few with vast excess, Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth 710 Nature's full blessings would be well dispens'd With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, In unsuperfluous even proportion, Covering the Earth with odours, fruits, and flocks, And she no wit encumber'd with her store; Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, And then the Giver would be better thank’d, But all to please and sate the curious taste? His praise due paid : for swinish Gluttony And set to work millions of spinning worms,

Ne'er looks to Heaven amidst his gorgeous feast, That in their green shops weave the smooth-hair'd But with besotted base ingratitude silk,

Crams, and blasphemes his feeder. Shall I go on? To deck her sons ; and that no corner might Or have I said enough > To him that dares 780 Be vacant of her plenty, in her own loins Arm his profane tongue with contemptuous words She hutch'd the all-worshipt ore, and precious Against the sun-clad power of Chastity, gems,

Pain would I something say, yet to what end? To store her children with : if all the world 720 Thou hast nor ear, nor soul, to apprehend Should in a pet of temperance feed on pulse, The sublime notion, and high mystery, Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but That must be utter'd to unfold the sage frieze,

(prais’d, And serious doctrine of Virginity; The All-giver would be unthank'd, would be un. And thou art worthy that thou should'st not know Not half his riches known, and yet despisd; More happiness than this thy present lot. And we should serve him as a grudging master, Enjoy your dear wit, and gay rhetoric, 790 As a penurious niggard of his wealth ;

That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence; And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons, Thou art not fit to hear thyself convinc'd: Who would be quite surcharg'd with her own Yet, should I try, the uncontrolled worth weight,

Of this pure cause would kindle my rapt spirits And strangled with her waste fertility;

To such a flame of sacred vehemence, The Earth cumber'd, and the wing'd air dark'd | That dumb things would be mov'd to sympathize, with plumes,

730 | And the brute Earth would lend her nerves, and The herds would over-multitude their lords,

shake, The sea o'er fraught would swell, and the unsought Till all thy magic structures, reard so high, diamonds

Were shatter'd into heaps o'er thy false head. Woull so imblaze the forehead of the deep, Com. She fables not; I feel that I do fear 800 And so bestud with stars, that they below Her words set off by some superior power; Would grow inur'd to light, and come at last And though not mortal, yet a cold shuddering To gaze upon the Sun with shameless brows.

dew List, lady: be not coy, and be not cosen'd Dips me all o'er, as when the wrath of Jove With that same vaunted name, Virginity, Speaks thunder, and the chains of Erebus, Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded, To some of Saturn's crew. I must dissemble, But must be current; and the good thereof 740 And try her yet more strongly. -Come, no more; Consists in mutual and partaken bliss,

This is mere moral babble, aod direct Unsavoury in the enjoyment of itself;

Against the canon-laws of our foundation; If you let slip time, like a neglected rose I must not suffer this: yet 'tis but the less


And settlings of a melancholy blood : 810 | Listen, and appear to us,
But this will cure all straight ; one sip of this In name of great Oceanus;
Will bathe the drooping spirits in delight,

By the Earth-sbaking Neptune's mace,
Beyond the bliss of dreams. Le wise, and taste.. And Tethys' grave majestic pace,


By hoary Nereus' wrinkled look, The Brothers rush in with swords drawn, wresl his and the Carpathian wisard's book,

glass out of his hand, and break it against the By scaly Triton's winding shell,
ground; his rout make sign of resistance; but are And old sooth-saying Glaucus' spell,
all driven in. The Attendant Spirit comes in. By Leucothea's lovely hands,

And her son that rules the strands,

By Thetis' tinsel-slipper'd feet,
What, have you let the false enchanter 'scape? And the songs of Syrens sweet,
Oye mistook, ye should have snatch'd his wand, By dead Parthenope's dear tomb,
And bound him fast; without his rod revers'd, And fair Ligea's golden comb,

850 And backward mutters of dissevering puwer,

Wherewith she sits on diamond rock,
We cannot free the Lady that sits here

Sleeking her soft alluring locks;
In stuny fetters fix'd, and motionless : 819 | By all the nymphs that nightly dance
Yet stay, be not disturbid; now I bethink me, Upon thy streams with wily glance,
Some other means I have which may be us'd, Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head,
Which once of Melibeus old I learnt,

From thy coral-paven bed,
The soothest shepherd that e'er pip'd on plains. And bridle in thy headlong wav,

There is a gentle nymph not far from hence, Till thou our summons answer'd bare
That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn

Listen, and save. stream, Sabrina is her name, a virgin pure;

SABRINA rises, attended by water-nymphs, and Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine,

sings. That had tbe sceptre from his father brute. She, guiltless damsel, flying the mad pursuit

890 By the rusby-fringed bank,

830 Of her enraged stepdame Guendolen, Commended her fair innocence to the flood,

Where grows the willow, and the ozier dank, That staid her fight with his cross-flowing Thick set with agate, and the azurn sheen

My sliding chariot stays,

Of turkis blue, and emerald green, The water-nymphs, that in the bottom play'd,

That in the channel strays; Held up their pearled wrists, and took her in,

Whilst from off the waters fleet Bearing her straight to aged Nereus' hall;

Thus I set my printless feet Who, piteous of her wues, rear'd her lank head,

O'er the cowslip's velvet head, And gave her to his daughters to imbathe

That bends not as I tread; In nectar'd lavers, strew'd with asphodel;

Gentle swain, at thy request,

900 And through the porch and inlet of each sepse

I am here.

840 Dropt in ambrosial oils, till she reviv'd, And underwent a quick immortal change,

Sp. Goddess dear,

Weimplore thy powerful hand Made goddess of the river : still she retains

To undo the charmed band Her maiden gentleness, and oft at eve

Of true virgin here distrest,
Visits the herds along the twilight meadows,

Through the force, and tbrough the wile,
Helping all urchin blasts, and ill-luck sigos
That the shrewd meddling elfe delights to make, Sabr. Shepherd, 'tis my office best

Of unblest enchanter vile.
Which she with precious vial'd liquors heals;

To help ensvared chastity : For which the shepherds at their festivals

Brightest lady, look on me; Carol her goodness loud in rustic lays,

Thus I sprinkle on thy breast And throw sweet garland wreaths into her stream


Drops, that from my fountain pure
Of pansies, pinks, and gaudy daffodils.

I have kept, of precious cure;
And, as the old swain said, she can unlock
The claspag charm, and thaw the numming Thrice upon thy rubied lip:

Thrice upon thy finger's tip,

Next this marble venom'd seat, If she be right invok'd in warbled song;

Smear'd with gums of glutinous heat, For maidenhood she loves, and will be swift

I touch with chaste palms moist and cold : To aid a virgin, such as was herself, In hard-besetting need; this will I try,

Now the spell hath lost his hold;

And I must haste, ere morning hour,
And add the power of some adjuring verse.

To wait in Ampbitrite's bower.

Sabrina descends, and the Lady rises out of ha Sabrina fair,

seat. Listen where thou art sitting

Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, Sp. Virgin, daughter of Locrine
In twisted braids of lilies knitting

Sprung of old Anchises' line,
The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair; May thy brimmed waves for this
Listen for dear bonour's sake,

Their full tribute never miss
Goddess of the silver lake,

From a thousand pretty rills,
Listen, and save,

That tumble down the snowy bills:

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