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O cease not, cease not the melodious strain,
Com. Mere airy dreams of air-bred people these? Who look with envy on more happy man, 141 “ And would decry the joys they cannot take.
Quit not the substance for a stalking shade “ Of hollow virtue, which eludes the grasp.” Drink this, and you will scorn such idle tales. [He offers the cup, which she puts by,and attempts torise. ]
Nay, lady, sit ; if I but wave this wand,
Com. Why are you vex'd, lady? why do you frown? Here dwell no frowns nor anger; from these gates Sorrow Aies far. See, here be all the pleasures That fancy can beget on youthful thoughts, “When the fresh blood grows lively and returns “ Brisk as the April buds in primrose season." And first behold this cordial julep here, 160 That flames and dances in his crystal bounds, “ With spirits of balm and fragrant syrups mix'd, “ Not that Nepenthes, which the wife of 'Thone "In Ægypt gave to Jove-born Helena,
“ Is of such pow's to stir up joy, as this,
Lady. Know base deluder, that I will not taste it. Keep thy detested gifts for such as these.
[Points to his crew.
SONG. By a Man.
Com. Why shou'd you be so cruel to yourself, And to those dainty limbs, which Nature lent For gentle usage and soft delicacy? “But you invert the cov’nants of her trust, “ And harshly deal, like an ill borrower, “With that which you receiv'd on other terms, 180
Scorning the unexempt condition,
Lady. 'Twill not, false traitor!
Thou toldót me of ? Hence with thy brewidenchant
“ Hast thou betray'd my credulous innocence
Com. “0, foolishness of men ! that lend their ears " To those budge doctors of the Stoic fur, “ And fetch their precepts from the Cynic tuh,
Praising the lean and sallow abstinence. " Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth “With such a full and unwithdrawing hand. ** Cov’ring the earth with odours, fruits, and Aocks,
Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, “ But all to please and sate the curious taste ; " And set to work millions of spinning worms, “ That in their green shops weave the smooth-hair'd
silk, " To deck her sons; and that no corner might “ Be vacant of her plenty, in her own loins “ She hutch'd th' all-worshipp'd ore, and precious
geins “To store her children with ; if all the world “ Should in a pet of temp’rance feed on pulse, * Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but frieze,
“Th’ All-giver would be uuthank’d, would be un
Lady. “ I had not thought to have unlock'd my lips
240 “ Nature's full blessings would be well dispens'd “In unsuperfluous even proportion, " And she no whit encumber'd with her stoje ; “ And then the Giver wou'd be better thank'd, " His praise due paid. For swinish Gluttony
“ Ne'er looks to heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast, “ But with besotted, base ingratitude “ Crams, and blasphemes his feeder.” Shall I go on? Or have I said enough? Com. Enough to shew
EUPHROSYNE sings. *
Ye drones that mould in idle cell;
The senses always reason well.
To pass a single pleasure by;
260 They only live, who life enjoy. Com. " These are the maxims of the truly wise, « Of such as practise what they preach to others.
Here are no hypocrites, no grave dissemblers; « Nor pining grief, nor eating cares approach us, “ Nor sighs, nor murmurs----but of gentle I.ove, “ Whose woes delight; What must his pleasures then?
“ EUPHROSYNE sings. “ Ye Fauns, and ye Dryads, from bill, dale, and grove,
Trip, trip it along, conducted by Love;
Sumg by Comus, as now performed at Covent.garden Theatre.