Of heapt Elyfian flowres, and hear Such freins as would have won the ear Of Pluto, to have quite fet free. His half regain'd Eurydice. These delights, if thou canft give, Mirth, with thee I mean to live. Il Penferofo. Ence vain deluding joyes, HE The brood of folly without father bred, How little you befted, Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys; Dwell in fome idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes poffefs, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that People the Sun Beams, Or likeft hovering dreams The fickle Penfioners of Morpheus train. But hail thou Goddess, fage and holy, Hail divineft Melancholy, Whofe Saintly visage is too bright To hit the Sense of human fight; Black, but fuch as in esteem, Prince Memnon's Sifter might befeem, Or that starr'd Ethiope Queen that strove The Sea Nymphs, and their powers offended. Thee bright-hair'd Vefta long of yore, His daughter fhe (in Saturn's reign, While yet there was no fear of fove. With a fad Leaden downward caft, Thou fix them on the earth as faft. And joyn with thee calm Peace, and Quiet, Spare Faft, that oft with Gods doth diet, And hears the Muses in a ring, Ay round about Jove's Altar fing. And add to these retired Leasure, That in trim Gardens takes his pleasure s Gently o'er th' accustom❜d Oke; Sweet Bird that fhunn'ft the noise of folly, Thee Chauntress oft the Woods among, And oft, as if her head the bow'd, |