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O cease not, cease not the melodious strain,
Till my rapt soul high on the swelling note
To heav'n ascend- -far from these horrid fiends!

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,
Your nerves are all bound up in alabaster,
And you a statue : sor, as Daphne was,
“ Root-bound, that fled Apollo.”
Lady. Fool, do not boast;

Thou can’st not touch the freedom of my mind
With all thy charms, altho' this corp'ral rind
Thou hast immanacld, while heav'n sees good.

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,
“ To life so friendly, or so cool to thirst.”

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.
Mortals, learn your lives to measure
Not by length of time, but pleasure ;
Soon your spring must have a fall;
Losing youth, is losing all :
Then you'll ask, but none will give,
And may linger, but not live.

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,
“ By which all human frailty must subsist,
“ Refreshment after toil, ease after pain;"
That have been tir'd all day without repast,
And timely rest have wanted. But, fair virgin,
This will restore all soon.

Lady. 'Twill not, false traitor!
"Twill not restore the truth and honesty
Thi thou hast hanis'd from thy tongue with lies.
Ms. this the cuttage and the safe abode,

Thou toldót me of ? Hence with thy brewidenchant



“ Hast thou betray'd my credulous innocence
« With vizor'd falshood, and base forgery?
“ And would'st thou seek again to trap me here
With liq'rish baits, fit to ensnare a brute”?
Were it a draught for Juno when she banquets,
I wou'd not taste thy treas?nous offer-None,
But such as are good men, can give good things;
And that which is not good is not delicious
To a well-govern'd and wise appetite.

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,

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“Th’ All-giver would be uuthank’d, would be un

“ Not half his riches known, and yet despis'd,
" And we should serve him as a grudging master,
“ As a penurious niggard of his wealth,
“ And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons;
Who would be quite surcharg'd with her own

"And strangled with her waste fertility.

Lady. “ I had not thought to have unlock'd my lips
“In this unhallow'd air, but that this juggler
“Wou'd think to charm my judgment, as mine eyes,
“ Obtruding false rules, prank'd in reason's garb.
“ I hate when vice can bolt her arguments,
“ And virtue has no tongue to check her pride, 230
"Imposter, do not charge most innocent Nature,
" As if she would her children should be riotous
“ With her abundance. She, good cateress,
“ Means her provision only to the good,
“ That live according to her sober laws,
“And holy dictate of spare Temperance.
“If ev'ry just inan, that now pines with want,
“ Had but a moderate and beseeming share
“Of that which lewdly-pamper'd Luxury
"Now heaps upon some few with vast excess,

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

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“ 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

That you are cheated by the lying boasts
Of starving pedants, that affect a fame
From scorning pleasures, which they cannot reach.

Preach not to me your musty rules,

Ye drones that mould in idle cell;
The heart is wiser than the schools,

The senses always reason well.
If short my span, I less can spare

To pass a single pleasure by;
An bour is long, if lost in care ;

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?

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“ 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 Theatre.

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