Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting Soul may pierce 140 His half regain'd Eurydice. These delights, if thou canft give, Mirth, with thee I mean to live. IL XIV. PENSERO SO. ENCE vain deluding joys, HE The brood of folly without father bred, How little you bested, Or fill'd the fixed mind with all your toys? Dwell in fome idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes poffefs, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the fun-beams, Or likeft hovering dreams 150 5 The The fickle penfioners of Morpheus train. But hail thou Goddess, fage and holy, Hail divinest Melancholy, Whose faintly visage is too bright 10 To hit the sense of human fight, And therefore to our weaker view 15 O'er-laid with black, flaid wisdom's hue; Prince Memnon's fifter might beseem, Black, but fuch as in esteem Or that starr'd Ethiop queen that strove To set her beauties praise above The Sea-Nymphs, and their pow'rs offended: Thee bright-har'd Vesta long of yore His daughter fhe (in Saturn's reign, All in a robe of darkest grain, C c 20 25 30 35 Come, Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step, and musing gate, And looks commercing with the skies, Forget thyfelf to marble, till Thou fix them on the earth as fast: With a fad leaden downward caft And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Ay round about Jove's altar fing: 40 45 50 55 In her sweetest, faddeft plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, 60 Sweet bird that fhun'ft the noife of folly, Most musical, moft melancholy! Thee chauntrefs of the woods among I woo to hear thy even-fong; And And miffing thee, I walk unfeen Like one that had been led astray Through the Heav'n's wide pathless way, 65 70 75 Where glowing embers through the room 80 Be seen in fome high lonely tow'r, And of thofe Demons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, 95 100 105 Such notes, as warbled to the string, And made Hell grant what love did seek. The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarfife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass, On which the Tartar king did ride; And if ought elfe great bards befide In fage and folemn tunes have sung, Of turneys and of trophies hung, Of forests, and inchantments drear, Where more is meant than meets the ear. 110 115 120 Thus |