The naked boys unto the waters fall,

Their stony nightingales had taught to call, When Zephyr breath'd into their watery enterall.

And all about, embayed in soft sleep,

A herd of charmed beasts aground were spread, Which the fair witch in golden chains did keep, And them in willing bondage fettered;

And turn'd to beasts,-so fabled Homer old, That Circe, with her potion, charm'd in gold, Us'd manly souls in beastly bodies to immould.

Through this false Eden, to his leman's bow'r,
(Whom thousand souls devoutly idolize)
Our first destroyer led our Saviour:
There in the lower room, in solemn wise,
They danc'd around, and pour'd their sacrifice
To plump Lyæus,' and, among the rest,
The jolly priest, in ivy garlands drest,
Chanted wild orgials, in honour of the feast.

Fly, fly, thou holy Child, that wanton room,
And thou, my chaster muse, those harlots shun,
And with him to a higher story come,
Where mounts of gold, and floods of silver run,
The while the owners, with their wealth undone,
Starve in their store, and in their plenty pine,
Tumbling themselves upon their heaps of mine,
Once men they liv'd, but now the men were
dead,

Glutting their famish'd souls with the deceitful shine.

Bacchus.

Ah! who was he such precious perils found?
How strongly nature did her treasures hide,
And threw upon him mountains of thick ground,
To dark their ory lustre! but quaint pride

Hath taught her sons to wound their mother's side, And gauge the depth to search for flaming shells,

In whose bright bosom spumy Bacchus swells, That neither heav'n nor earth henceforth in safety dwells.

O sacred hunger of the greedy eye,

Whose need hath end, but no end covetise;
Empty in fulness, rich in poverty,

That having all things, nothing can suffice,
How thou befanciest the men most wise!

The poor man would be rich, the rich man great,

The great man king, the king in God's own seat Enthron'd, with mortal arm dares flames and thunder threat.

Therefore above the rest Ambition sate,

His court with glitt'ring pearl was all inwall'd,
And round about the wall, in chairs of state,
And most majestic splendour were install'd
A hundred kings, whose temples were impalled
In golden diadems, set here and there

With diamonds, and gemmed ev'rywhere,
And of their golden verges none desceptred

were.

High over all Panglory's blazing throne,
In her bright turret, all of crystal wrought,

Like Phœbus' lamp, in midst of heaven, shone;
Whose starry top, with pride infernal fraught,
Self-arching columns to uphold were taught,
In which her image still reflected was

By the smooth crystal, that most like her glass,

In beauty and in frailty did all others pass.

A silver wand the sorceress did sway,
And, for a crown of gold, her hair she wore;
Only a garland of rose-buds did play
About her locks, and in her hand she bore
A hollow globe of glass, that long before
She full of emptiness had bladdered,
And all the world therein depictured,
Whose colours, like the rainbow, ever vanished.

Such wat❜ry orbicles young boys do blow
Out from their soapy shells, and much admire
The swimming world, which tenderly they row
With easy breath till it be waved higher :
But if they chance but roughly once aspire,
The painted bubble instantly doth fall.

Here when he came, she 'gan for music call, And sung this wooing song, to welcome him withal :

"Love is the blossom where there blows

Every thing that lives or grows:

Love doth make the heav'ns to move,

And the sun doth burn in love:
Love the strong and weak doth yoke,
And makes the ivy climb the oak;
Under whose shadows lions wild,
Soften'd by love, grow tame and mild.

K

Love no med'cine can appease,

He burns the fishes in the seas;
Not all the skill his wounds can stench,
Not all the sea his fire can quench:
Love did make the bloody spear
Once a leafy coat to wear,

While in his leaves' there shrouded lay
Sweet birds, for love, that sing and play:
And of all love's joyful flame,

I the bud and blossom am.

Only bend the knee to me,

Thy wooing shall thy winning be.

See, see the flowers that, below,
Now as fresh as morning blow;
And of all, the virgin rose,
That as bright Aurora shows:
How they all unleaved die,
Losing their virginity;

Like unto a summer-shade,

But now born, and now they fade.
Every thing doth pass away,
There is danger in delay:

Come, come gather then the rose,

Gather it, or it you lose.

All the sand of Tagus' shore

Into my

bosom casts his ore:

All the valleys swimming corn
To my house is yearly borne:
Ev'ry grape of ev'ry vine

Is gladly bruis'd to make me wine,
While ten thousand kings, as proud,
To carry up my train have bow'd,
And a world of ladies send me
In my chambers to attend me:

All the stars in heav'n that shine,
And ten thousand more are mine.
Only bend thy knee to me,

Thy wooing shall thy winning be."

Thus sought the dire enchantress in his mind
Her guileful bait to have embosomed;
But he her charms dispersed into wind,
And her of insolence admonished,
And all her optic glasses shattered.

So with her sire to hell she took her flight, (The starting air flew from the damned spright,) Where deeply both aggriev'd, plunged themselves in night.

But to their Lord, now musing in his thought,
A heav'nly volley of light angels flew,
And from his Father him a banquet brought,
Through the fine element; for well they knew,
After his Lenten fast, he hungry grew;

And, as he fed, the holy quires combine

To sing a hymn of the celestial Trine;

All thought to pass, and each was past all thought divine.

The birds sweet notes, to sonnet out their joys,
Attemper'd to the lays angelical;

And to the birds the winds attune their noise;
And to the winds the waters hoarsely call,
And Echo back again revoiced all;

That the whole valley rung with victory.

But now our Lord to rest doth homeward fly : See how the night comes stealing from the moun

tains high!