How Fairy Mab the junkets eat;
She was p.nch'd, and pull'd, fhe faid,
And e by Frier's Lanthorn led;
Teils how the drudging Goblin fweat,
To earn his Cream-bowl duly fet,
When in one night 'ere glimpse of morn,
His fhadowy Flail hath thresh'd the Corn,
That ten day-labourers could not end,
Then lies him down the Lubbar Fiend,
And stretch'd out all the Chimney's length,
Basks at the fire his hairy ftrength;
And Crop-full out of doors he flings,
Ere the first Cock his Mattin rings.
Thus done the Tales, to bed they creep,
By whispering Winds foon lull'd afleep.
Towred Cities please us then,
And the bufie humm of men,

Where throngs of Knights and Barons bold,
In weeds of Peace high triumphs hold;
With ftore of Ladies, whofe bright Eyes
Rain influence, and judge the prize
Of Wit or Arms, while both contend
To win her Grace, whom all commend.
There let Hymen oft appear

In Saffron robe, with Taper clear,
And pomp, and feaft, and revelry,
With mafk, and antique Pageantry,
Such fights as youthful Poets dream
On Summer Eves by haunted stream.
Then to the well- trod Stage anon,
If Johnson's learned Sock be on,
Or fweeteft Shakespear, fancy's child,
Warble his native Wood-notes wild;
And ever against eating Cares
Lap me in foft Lydian Aires, .
Married to immortal verfe,
Such as the meeting Soul may pierce
In notes with many a winding bout

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Of linked sweetness long drawn out,
With wanton heed, and giddy cunning,
The melting voice through mazes running,
Untwisting all the chains that tye
The hidden foul of harmony:

That Orpheus' felf may heave his head
From golden flumber on a Bed
Of heapt Elfian flowers, and hear
Such ftrains as would have won the ear
Of Pluto, to have quite fet free
His half-regain'd Eurydice.

Thefe delights if thou canst give,
Mirth with thee I mean to live.

H'

Il Penferofo.

Ence vain deluding joys,

The brood of folly without father bred,
How little you befted,

Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys;
Dwell in fome idle brain,

And fancies fond with gaudy fhapes poffefs,

As thick and numberless

As the gay motes that people the Sun-beams, Or likeft hovering dreams,

The fickle Penfioners of Morpheus' train. But hail thou Goddefs, fage and holy, Hail! divineft Melancholy,

Whofe Saintly vifage is too bright

To hit the Sense of human fight;

And therefore to our weaker view

O'er-laid with black, ftaid Wisdom's hue:
Black, but fuch as in esteem,

Prince Memnon's Sifter might befeem;
Or that starr'd Ethiope Queen that ftrove
To fet her beauty's praife above

The Sea-Nymphs, and their powers offended :
Yet thou art higher far defcended;

'Thee bright-hair'd Vefta long of yore

To folitary Saturn bore;

His daughter fhe (in Saturn's reign
Such mixture was not held a ftain)
Oft in glimmering bow'rs, and glades,
He met her, and in fecret fhades

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