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With lusty livclyhcd he talks,
His story soon took wind,;
Without a bunch behind.
The story told, Sir Topaz mov'd,
To sec the revel scene:
All on the gloomy plain.
As there he bides, it so befell,
The wind came rustling down a dell,
A shaking seiz'd Use 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 kcstrell courage fell; "And fairies, since a lye you tell,
"Are free to work thee woe."
Then Will, who bears the wispy fire
The caitiff upward flung;
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,
Then deem'd the dole was o'er :.
Which Edwin lost afore.
This tale a Sybil-nurse ared;
She softly stroak'd my youngling head;.
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 fav'rite fools of Chance
"By Fortune seem design'd;
"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, Placed high thy cloke in truth's immortal page;