Edwin, I wis, a gentle youth,

Endow'd with courage, fenfe and truth,
Though badly fhap'd he'd been.

His mountain back mote well be faid,
To measure height against his head,
And lift itself above;

Yet, fpite of all that Nature did
To make his uncouth form forbid,
This creature dar'd to love.

He felt the charms of Edith's eyes,
Nor wanted hope to gain the prize,
Could ladies look within:

But one Sir Topaz dress'd with art;
And if a shape could win a heart,
He had a fhape to win.

Edwin, if right I read my fong,
With flighted paffion pac'd along,
All in the moony light;

'Twas near an old enchanted court,
Where sportive fairies made refort
To revel out the night.

His heart was drear, his hope was crofs'd, 'Twas late, 'twas far, the path was loft

That reach'd the neighbour-town;

With weary steps he quits the fhades,
Refolv'd the darkling dome he treads,
And drops his limbs adown.

But fcant he lays him on the floor,
When hollow winds remove the door,

And trembling rocks the ground:

And

'Tis well,' the gallant cries again;

We fairies never injure men

• Who dare to tell us true.

• Exalt thy love-dejected heart,

◄ Be mine the task, or ere we part, » To make thee grief resign :

Now take the pleasure of thy chaunce; • Whilft I with Mab, my partner, daunce, Be little Mable thine.'

He spoke, and all a fudden there
Light mufick floats in wanton air;

The monarch leads the queen:

The reft their fairy partners-found;
And Mable trimly tript the ground - -
With Edwin of the Green.

The dauncing paft, the board was laid,
And fiker fuch a feaft was made,
As heart and lip defire;

Withouten hands the dishes fly,"
The glaffes with a wish come nigh,
And with a wish retire.

But now, to please the fairy king,
Full every deal they laugh and fing,
And antick feats devise; -

Some wind and tumble like an ape,
And other fome tranfmute their shape
In Edwin's wondering eyes.

Till one at laft, that Rebin hight,
Renown'd for pinching maids by night,

Has bent him up aloof;

And

And full againft the beam he flung,
Where by the back the youth he hung,
To spraul unneath the roof.

From thence, Reverse my charm,' he cries, • And let it fairly now fuffice

The gambol has been fhown."

But Oberon answers with a smile,
Content thee, Edwin, for a while,
• The 'vantage is thine own."

Here ended all the phantom-play;
They smelt the fresh approach of day,
And heard a cock to crow:

The whirling wind that bore the crowd
Has clapp'd the door, and whiftled loud,
To warn them all to go. ;

He seems a dauncing as he walksayaklara
His story foon took wind

And