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The rage of jealousy then seiz'd his mind,
Ah, gentle knight, what would thy eyes avail,
Tho' they could fee as far as fhips can fail?
The dame at last, by diligence and care,
gave th' impreffion to the trufty Squire. By means of this, fome wonder fhall appear, Which, in due place and feason, you may hear.
Well fung fweet Ovid, in the days of yore,
What flight is that, which love will not explore?
The feats true lovers, when they lift, can do:
Awake, my love, difclofe thy radiant eyes; Arife, my wife, my beauteous lady, rife! Hear how the doves with penfive notes complain, And in foft murmurs tell the trees their pain: The winter's paft; the clouds and tempefts fly; The fun adorns the fields, and brightens all the sky. Fair without fpot, whofe ev'ry charming part My bofom wounds, and captivates my heart; Come, and in mutual pleasures let's engage, Joy of my life, and comfort of my age.
This heard, to Damian ftraight a fign fhe made, To hafte before; the gentle Squire obey'd:
Secret and undescry'd he took his way,
And ambush'd close behind an arbour lay.
It was not long ere January came,
And hand in hand with him his lovely dame;
Here let us walk, he faid, obferv'd by none,
Each other lofs with patience I can bear,
Confider then, my lady and my wife,
The folid comforts of a virtuous life.
As first, the love of Chrift himself you gain;
And lastly, that which fure your mind must move, My whole estate shall gratify your
Make your own terms, and ere to-morrow's fun
I feal the contract with a holy kifs,
And will perform, by this-my dear, and this—
From thy dear fide I have no pow'r to part,
And, what no less you to my charge commend,
Or die the death I dread no less than hell,
Elfe why these needlefs cautions, Sir, to me?
This chime ftill rings in ev'ry lady's ear,
The only ftrain a wife muft hope to hear,
Thus while she spoke a fidelong glance she caft, Where Damian kneeling, worship'd as she past: 600 She faw him watch the motions of her eye, And fingled out a pear-tree planted nigh: 'Twas charg'd with fruit that made a goodly fhow, And hung with dangling pears was ev'ry bough. Thither th' obfequious Squire addrefs'd his pace, And climbing, in the fummit took his place; The Knight and Lady walk'd beneath in view, Where let us leave them, and our tale purfue.
'Twas now the season when the glorious fun His heav'nly progrefs through the Twins had run; And Jove, exalted, his mild influence yields, To glad the glebe, and paint the flow'ry fields: Clear was the day, and Phoebus rifing bright, Had ftreak'd the azure firmament with light; He pierc'd the glitt'ring clouds with golden ftreams, And warm'd the womb of earth with genial beams.
It fo befel, in that fair morning tide,
The Fairies fported on the garden fide,
And in the midst their Monarch and his Bride.
So featly tripp'd the light-foot ladies round,
The dances ended, all the fairy train
For pinks and daifies fearch'd the flow'ry plain;
Thus, with a frown, the King bespoke his Queen.