XIII. The mystic Bacchanalian Rite, The folemn Orgies of the Night Keep, uncontroul'd, their Station: 'Till the Cock crow, and Matin Bell With facred Sound diffolve the Spell, And end the Conjuration. PROLOGUE to IGNORAMUS In 1711. N Metamorphofis, as Poets tell, IN Proteus did all his Brother Gods excel. Just as the Fancy took him wou'd appear Would bellow, grunt, or miaul, or hark, or hifs; But if you prest him, and he could not scape, Juft Juft fuch in Life has Ignoramus been, Now glares in gilded Chariot, and anon C Ascends a Tub, and proves a stiff Non-Con. Next runs against a Post, and breaks a Shin, every Scene the shifting Fool pursu'd, 'Till tir'd with all the Changes he had shown, His genuine Figure he refolv'd to own, Of Dev'reux Court, his proper Sphere, poffeft, Free-Thinker turn'd-and there he stands confeft. A On a Lady ftung by a Bee. I. S Calia in her Garden stray'd, Secure, nor dreamt of Harm A Bee approach'd the lovely Maid, And rested on her Arm. The curious Infect thither flew, To taste the tempting Bloom: But, with a thousand Sweets in view, It found a fudden Doom. III. Her III. Her nimble Hand of Life bereav'd The daring little Thing; But first the snowy Arm receiv'd And felt the painful Sting. IV. Once only could that Sting furprize, Once be injurious found: Not fo the Darts of Calia's Eyes, They never cease to wound. V. Oh! would the fhort-liv'd burning Smart The Nymph to Pity move; And teach her to regard the Heart The The FAIRIES. C I. Ome follow, follow me, Ye fairy Elves, that be Light tripping o'er the Green; Come follow Mab your Queen : Hand in Hand we'll dance around, For this Place is Fairy Ground. II. When Mortals are at rest, And fnoreing in their Neft; Unheard and unefpy'd Through Key-holes we do glide, Over Tables, Stools and Shelves, We trip it with our Fairy Elves. III. And |