By scaly Triton's winding shell, And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our summons answered have. Listen and save! 880 SABRINA rises, attended by Water-nymphs, and sings. By the rushy-fringed bank, 890 Where grows the willow and the osier dank, Thick set with agate, and the azurn sheen That in the channel strays : Whilst from off the waters fleet Gentle swain, at thy request Spir. Goddess dear, We implore thy powerful hand To undo the charmed band 900 910 Smeared with gums of glutinous heat, I touch with chaste palms moist and cold. And I must haste ere morning hour SABRINA descends, and THE LADY rises out of her seat. With groves of myrrh and cinnamon. 920 930 Come, Lady; while Heaven lends us grace, Lest the sorcerer us entice And our sudden coming there Will double all their mirth and cheer. Come, let us haste; the stars grow high, But Night sits monarch yet in the mid sky. 940 950 The Scene changes, presenting Ludlow Town, and the President's Castle: then come in Country Dancers; after them the ATTENDANT SPIRIT, with the two BROTHERS and THE LADY. Song. Spir. Back, shepherds, back! Enough your play Till next sun-shine holiday. Here be, without duck or nod, Other trippings to be trod Of lighter toes, and such court guise As Mercury did first devise With the mincing Dryades On the lawns and on the leas. This second Song presents them to their Father and Mother. Noble Lord and Lady bright, I have brought ye new delight. Heaven hath timely tried their youth, 960 970 Their faith, their patience, and their truth, And sent them here through hard assays (List, mortals, if your ears be true) Celestial Cupid, her famed son, advanced And from her fair unspotted side But now my task is smoothly done: I can fly, or I can run Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend, To the corners of the moon. Heaven itself would stoop to her. 1000 ΙΟΙΟ 1020 412 LYCIDAS. In this Monody the Author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, 1637; and, by occasion, foretells the ruin of our corrupted Clergy, then in their height. not forward elegy cochop YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Rady Begin, then, Sisters of the sacred well So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destined urn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud! For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, We drove a-field, and both together heard Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night, Oft till the star that rose at evening bright 30 20 ΙΟ Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel. Tempered to the oaten flute Rough Satyrs danced, and Fauns with cloven heel From the glad sound would not be absent long; |