Summer drouth, or finged air

Never fcorch thy treffes fair,
Nor wet October's torrent flood

Thy molten crystal fill with mudd,
May thy billows rowl afhoar

The Beryl, and the golden Oar,
May thy lofty head be crown'd

With many a Tower and Terras round,
And here and there thy banks upon
With Groves of Myrrhe, and Cinnamon.

Come, Lady, while Heav'n lends us grace,
Let us fly this curfed place,

Left the Sorcerer us intice

With fome other new device

Not a waste, or needlefs found,

Till we come to holier ground,
I shall be

your faithful guide

Through this gloomy Covert wide,

And not many furlongs thence

Is your Father's Refidence,

Where this night are met in state
Many a friend to gratulate

His wifh't prefence, and befide,
All the Swains that there abide,
With Jiggs, and rural dance refort,
We shall catch them at their sport,
And our fudden coming there

Will double all their mirth and chere;

Come let us hafte, the Stars

grow high, But night fits Monarch yet in the mid sky.

The Scene changes, prefenting Ludlow Town and the Prefident's Caftle, then come in Country Dancers, after them the attendant Spirit, with the two Brothers and the Lady.

SONG.

Spir. Back, Shepherds, back, anough your play,

Till next Sun-fbine holiday,

Here be without duck or nod

Other trippings to be trod

Of lighter toes, and fuch Court guife

As Mercury did firft devife

With the mincing Dryades

On the Lawns, and on the Leas.

This

This fecond Song presents them to their Father and Mother.

Noble Lord, and Lady bright,

I have brought ye new delight,
Here behold fo goodly grown

Three fair branches of your own,

Heav'n hath timely try'd their youth,

Their faith, their patience, and their truth,

And fent them here through hard affays With a Crown of deathless Praife,

To triumph in victorious dance

O're fenfual Folly, and Intemperance.

The Dances ended, the Spirit Epiloguizes,

Spir. To the Ocean now I fly,

And those happy climes that ly

Where day never fhuts his eye,
Up in the broad fields of the sky:
There I fuck the liquid air

All amidst the Gardens fair

Of

Of Hesperus, and his daughters three
That fing about the golden tree:
Along the crifped fhades and bowers

Revels the spruce and jocond Spring,

The Graces, and the rofie-bofom'd Hours,
Thither all their bounties bring,

That there eternal Summer dwells,
And Weft winds, with musky wing
About the cedar'd alleys fling
Nard and Caffia's balmy smells.

Iris there with humid bow,

Waters the odorous banks that blow

Flowers of more mingled hew

Than her purfl'd scarf can fhew,
And drenches with Elyfian dew
(List mortals if your ears be true)
Beds of Hyacinth, and Roses
Where young Adonis oft reposes,

Waxing well of his deep wound

In slumber soft, and on the ground 15in
Sadly fits th' Affyrian Queen;

But far above in fpangled sheen

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Celestial

Celestial Cupid her fam'd Son advanc'd,
Holds his dear Pfyche fweet intranc'd,
After her wandring labours long,
Till free confent the Gods among
Make her his eternal Bride,

And from her fair unspotted fide
Two blissful twins are to be born,
Youth and joy; so Jove hath fworn.
But now my task is fmoothly done,
can fly, or I can run

Quickly to the green earth's end,

Where the bow'd welkin flow doth bend,

And from thence can foar as foon

To the corners of the Moon.

Mortals that would follow me,

Love virtue, she alone is free,
She can teach ye how to clime
Higher than the Sphery chime;
Or if virtue feeble were,

Heav'n it self would stoop to her.

ARCADES.