With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odors, fruits, and flocks, 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-haired silk To deck her sons; and that no corner might Be vacant of her plenty, in her own loins She hutched the all worshipped ore, and precious gems, To store her children with: if all the world Should in a pet of temperance feed There was another meaning in these gifts, Think what, and be advised, you are but young yet. Lady. I had not thought to have unlockt my lips In this unhallowed air, but that this juggler Would think to charm my judgment, as mine eyes, Obtruding false rules pranked in reason's garb. I hate when Vice can bolt her arguments, And Virtue has no tongue to check her pride. Impostor, 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 temper ance: If every just man, that now pines with want, mace, And Tethys' grave majestic pace, Sleeking her soft alluring locks, And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our summons answered have. Listen and save. SABRINA rises, attended by waternymphs, and sings. By the rushy-fringed bank, Where grow the willow and the osier dank, My sliding chariot stays, Thick set with agate, and the azurn sheen Of turkis blue, and emerald green, That in the channel strays; Whilst from off the waters fleet, Thus I set my printless feet O'er the cowslip's velvet head, Spir. - Goddess dear, We implore thy powerful hand Of true virgin here distressed, Through the force, and through the wile Of unblest enchanter vile. Sabr.- Shepherd, 'tis my office To help ensnared chastity: I touch with chaste palms moist and cold: Now the spell hath lost his hold; And I must haste ere morning hour To wait in Amphitrite's bower. SABRINA descends, and the LADY rises out of her seut. Spir. — Virgin, daughter of Locrine, Sprung of old Anchises' line, And not many furlongs thence But night sits monarch yet in the mid sky. The Scene changes, presenting Ludlow town and the President's castle; then come in country dancers, after them the ATTENDANT SPIRIT, with the Two BROTHERS, and the LADY. There I suck the liquid air Thither all their bounties bring; Holds his dear Psyche sweet en tranced, After her wandering labors long, And from her fair unspotted side But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run Quickly to the green earth's end, Where the bowed welkin slow doth bend, And from thence can soar as soon Mortals, that would follow me, MYTHOLOGY. O NEVER rudely will I blame his faith In the might of stars and angels! 'Tis not merely The human being's Pride that peoples space With life and mystical predomi nance; Since likewise for the stricken heart of Love This visible nature, and this common world, Is all too narrow: yea, a deeper import Lurks in the legend told my infant years Than lies upon that truth we live to learn. For fable is Love's world, his home, his birthplace: Delightedly dwells he 'mong fays and talismans, And spirits; and delightedly believes The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of |