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She that has that is clad in complete steej,
425 Where, through the sacred rays of chastity,
430 She may pass on with unbtencheiLrnajesty,
435 That breaks his magic chains at curfew time,
440 To testify the arms of chastity?
Hence had the huntress Dian her dread bow,
445 The frivolous bolt of Cupid; gods and men
Feared her sjeig. frown, and she was queen o' the woods.
What was that snaky-headed Gorgon shield
Wherewith she freezed her foes-to congealed stone, But rigid looks of chaste austerity, And noble grace that dashed brute violence With sudden adoration and blank awe? So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity I That, when a soul is found sincerely so, • A thousand liveried angels lackey her, • Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear; Till oft converse with heavenly habitants Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal. But, when lust, By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first being. Such are those thick and gloomy shadows damp • Oft seen in charnel-vaults and sepulchres,^ Lingering and sitting by a new-made grave, As loth to leave the body that it loved, And linked itself by carnal sensualty To a degenerate and degraded state.
Sec. Bro. How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose,
But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets, 480 Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Eld. Bro. List! list! I hear
Some far-off hallo break the silent air.
Sec. Bro. Methought so too; what should it be?
Either some one, like us, night-foundered here, Or else some neighbour woodman, or, at worst, 485 Some roving robber calling to his fellows.
Sec. Bro. Heaven keep my sister! Again, again, and near!
Best draw, and stand upon our guard.
Eld. Bro. I'll hallo.
If he be friendly, he comes well; if not, Defence is a good cause, and Heaven be for us! The Attendant Spirit, habited like a shepherd 490 That hallo I should know. What are you? speak. Come not too near; you fall on iron stakes else. Spir. What voice is that? my young Lord?
speak again. Sec. Bro. 0 brother, 'tis my father's Shepherd, sure.
Eld. Bro. Thyrsis! whose artful strains have oft delayed 495 The huddling brook to hear his madrigal, And sweetened every musk-rose of the dale. How earnest thou here, good swain? Hath any ram
Slipped from the fold, or young kid lost his dam,
Or straggling wether the pent flock forsook?
How couldst thou find this dark sequestered nook? 500
Spir. 0 my loved master'sheir, and his next joy, I came not here on such a trivial toy As a strayed ewe, or to pursue the stealth Of pilfering wolf; not all the fleecy wealth That doth enrich these downs is worth a thought sos To this my errand, and the care it brought. But, oh! my virgin Lady, where is she? How chance she is not in your company?
Eld. Bro. To tell thee sadly, Shepherd, without blame
Or our neglect, we lost her as we came. 510
Spir. Ay me unhappy! then my fejirs_aje true. Eld. Bro. What fears, good Thyrsis? Prithee
briefly shew. Spir. I'll tell ye. 'Tis not vain or fabulous (Though so esteemed by shallow ignorance) What the sage poets, taught by the heavenly 515
Storied of old in high immortal verse
Within the navel of this hideous wood, sao
And here to every thirsty wanderer 525 By sly enticement gives his baneful cup,
With many murmurs mixed, whose pleasing poison The visage quite transforms of him that drinks, And the inglorious likeness of a beast Fixes instead, unmoulding reason's mintage 530 Charactered in the face. This have I learnt Tending my flocks hard by i' the hilly crofts That brow this bottom glade; whence night by night
He and his monstrous rout are heard to howl
In their obscured haunts of inmost bowers.
540 This-evening late, by then the chewing flocks
MB With flaunting honeysuckle, and began,
550 And filled the air with barbarous dissonance;