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Now rising love they fann'd; now pleasing dole They breathed, in tender musings, through the heart;
And now a graver sacred strain they stole,
Raising a world of gayer tinct and grace,
That played, in waving lights, from place to place,
And shed a roseate smile on Nature's face,
With fleecy clouds, the pure ethereal space ;
Bevies of dainty dames, of high degree,
Where, from gross mortal care and business free,
They lay, poured out in ease and luxury :
Alăs! and well-a-day! what can it be?
· And labor dire it is, and weary wo:
Then, rising sudden, to the glass they go,
Strait on the couch their limbs again they throw, Where hours on hours they sighing lie reclined, And court the vapory god soft-breathing in the wind. Now must I mark the villany we found ;
But, ah ! too late, as shall eftsoons* be shown. A place here was, deep, dreary, under ground,
Where still our inmates, when unpleasing grown,
Diseased, and loathsome, privily were thrown. Far from the light of heaven, they languished there,
Unpitied, uttering many a bitter groan; For of these wretches taken was no care : Fierce fiends, and hags of hell, their only nurses were.
Eftsoons, immediately, often, afterwards.
Alăs! the change! from scenes of joy and rest,
To this dark den, where Sickness tossed alway. Here Lethargy, with deadly sleep opprest,
Stretched on his back, a mighty lubbard, lay,
Heaving his sides, and snoring night and day; To stir him from his trance it was not eath,
And his half-opened eyne he shut straightway; He led, I wot, the softest way to death, And taught withoutent pain and strife to yield the breath. Of limbs enormous, but withal unsound,
Soft-swoln and pale, here lay the Hydropsy : Unwieldy man! with belly monstrous round,
For ever fed with watery supply:
For still he drank, and yet he still was dry. And moping here did Hypochondria sit,
Mother of Spleen, in robes of various dye, Who vexed was full oft with ugly fit; And some her frantic deemed, and some her deemed a wit.
A lady proud she was of āncient blood,
Yet oft her fear her pride made crouchent low ; She felt, or fancied, in her fluttering mood,
All the diseases which the spitals know,
And sought all physic which the shops bestow,
Her humor ever wavering to and fro ;
With aching head, and squeamish heart-burnings”;
Yet loved in secret all forbidden things.
And here the Tertian shakes his chilling wings : The sleepless Gout here counts the crowing cocks;
A wolf now gnaws him, now a serpent stings; Whilst Apoplexy crammed Intemperance knocks Down to the ground at once, as butcher felleth ox.
* Eath, easy.
+ En is often placed at the end of a word by Spenser, to lengthen it a syllable.
Address of the Bard in the train of Industry, to the inhabi
tants of the Castle of Indolence.—İBID. The bard obeyed; and taking from his side,
Where it in seemly sort depending hung, His British harp, its speaking strings he tried,
The which with skilful touch he deftly strung,
Till tinkling in clear symphony they rung.
Light o'er the chords his raptured hand he flung,
Dire laboring here to smother reason's ray, That lights our Maker's image in our face,
And gives us wide o'er earth unquestioned sway,
What is the adored Supreme Perfection ? say,
Almighty power, and all-directing day,
Draw from its fountain life! 'Tis thence, alone,
To seraphs, burning round the Almighty's throne,
Life rising still on life, in higher tone,
In universal nature this is shown,
the beauteous world excels the brute abyss. · Is not the field, with lively culture green,
A sight more joyous than the dead morăss ? Do not the skies, with active ēther clean,
And fanned by sprightly Zephyrs, far surpăss
Does not the mountain-stream, as clear as glăss,
*Wis, for wist, to knoro, think, understand.
“It was not by vile loitering in ease,
That Greece obtained the brighter palm of art, That, soft yet ardent, Athens learned to please,
To keen the wit, and to sublime the heart,
In all supreme ! complete in every part !
And o'er the nations shook her conquering dart:
But in loose joy their time to wear away,
Pleased on her pillow their dull heads to lay,
Rude Nature's state had been our state to-day;
No arts had made us opulent and gay;
To thirst of glory, and heroic deeds; Sweet Maro's Muse, sunk in inglorious rest,
Had silent slept amid the Mincian reeds:
The wits of modern time had told their beads, And monkish legends been their only strains ;
Our Milton's Eden had lain wrapt in weeds, Our Shakspeare strolled and laughed with Warwick swains, Ne had my master Spenser charmed his Mulla's plains.
Dumb, too, had been the sage historic Muse,
And perished all the sons of ancient fame; Those starry lights of virtue, that diffuse Through the
dark depth of time their vivid flame, Had all been lost with such as have no name. Who then had scorned his ease for others' good ?
Who then had toiled rapacious men to tame ?
If right I read, you pleasure all require ;
How best enjoyed this Nature's wide desire.
Toil, and be glad ! let Industry inspire
Who does not act is dead : absorbed entire
When drooping health and spirits go amiss!
Health is the vital principle of bliss,
And exercise of health. In proof of this,
Soon swallowed in Disease's sad abyss,
Unclogged the body, unobscured the mind;
The temperate evening falls serene and kind.
In health the wiser brutes true gladness find, See! how the younglings frisk along the meads,
As May comes on, and wakes the balmy wind; Rampant with life, their joy all joy exceeds; Yet what but high-strung health this dăncing pleasaunce*
breeds! “ But here, instead, is fostered every ill,
Which or distempered minds or bodies know. Come then, my kindred Spirits ! do not spill Your talents here.
This place is but a show, Whose charms delude you to the den of Wo: Come, follow me; I will direct
Where Pleasure's roses, void of serpents, grow, Sincere as sweet: come, follow this good Knight, And you will bless the day that brought him to your sight. “Some he will lead to courts, and some to camps,
To senates some, and public sage debates,
The world is poised, and managed mighty states;
that new creates The face of earth ; some to the thriving mart ;
Some to the rural reign and softer fates ;
* Pleasaunce, pleasure.