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With lusty livelyhed he talks,
His story soon took wind.;
Without a bunch behind.
The story told, Sir Topaz mov’d,
To see the revel scene :
At close of eve he leaves his home,
And wends to find the ruin'd dome
All on the gloomy plain.
As there he bides, it so befell,
A shaking seiz'd the wall;
And music fills the hall.
But certes sorely sunk with woe
His spirits in him dye: When OBERON cries, “ A man is near, “ A mortal passion, cleeped fear,
“ Hangs flagging in the sky.”
With that Sir Topaz, hapless youth !
Intreats them pity graunt;
To tread the circled haunt;
“ Ah losell vile, at once they roar : “ And little skill'd of fairie lore,
“ Thy cause to come, we know : “ Now has thy kestrell courage felt ; “ And fairies, since a lye you tell,
“ Are free to work thee woe.”
Then WILL, who bears the wispy fire To trail the swains amongst the mire,
The caitiff upward flung; There, like a tortoise in a shop, lle dangled from the chamber-top,
Where whilome Edwin hung.
The revel now proceeds apace,
They sit, they drink, and eat;
Till all the rout retreat.
By this the stars began to wink,
And down y-drops the knight:
Beyond the length of night.
Chill, dark, alone, adreed, he lay,
the welkin rose the day, Then deem'd the dole was o'er :
But wot ye well his harder lot ?
Which EDWIN lost afore.
This tale a Sybil-nurse ared ;
And when the tale was done, “ Thus some are born, my son,” she cries, “ With base impediments to rise,
“ And some are born with none.
" But Virtue can itself advance
“ To what the fay’rite fools of Chance
Fortune seem design’d; “ Virtue can gain the odds of Fate, “ And from itself shake off the weight
Upon th’unworthy mind.”
On THROWING BY an OLD BLACK COAT.
BY T. COOMBE, D. D.
OLD friend, farewell, with whom full many
Health to the man, unmov'd by vulgar ends, Who, rais'd himself, forgets not ancient friends. Such, PAUL, wert thou, who, midst a venal age, Plac'd high thy cloke in truth's immortal page;