Too divine to be mistook: This, this is the To whom our vows and wishes bend; Fame, that her high worth to raise, Mark what radiant ftate fhe spreads, Shooting her beams like filver threads; `Sitting like a Goddess bright, daughter of this Countefs Dowager of Derby being married to John Earl of Bridgwater, before whom was prefented the Mafk at Ludlow, we may conceive in fome measure how Milton was induc'd to compofe the one after the other. The alliance between the families naturally and easily accounts for it: and in all probability the Genius of the wood in this poem, as well as the attendent Spirit in the Mafk, was Mr. Henry Lawes, who was the great master of mufic at that time, and taught most of the young nobility. ap As they come forward, the Genius of the wood pears, and turning toward them, fpeaks. GENIU S. TAY gentle Swains, for though in this disguise, STAY I fee bright honor sparkle through your eyes; Of famous Arcady ye are, and fprung Of that renowned flood, fo often fung, 10. We may justly now accufe &c] Thefe lines were thus at firft in the Manufcript. Now feems guilty of abufe And detraction from her praise Lefs than half he hath expreft, Envy bid her hide the rest. 18. Sitting like &c] It was at first, 30. I Seated like a Goddess bright &c. 23. Juno dares not &c] The Manufcript had at first, Ceres dares not give her odds; mous I know this queft of yours, and free intent To the great mistress of yon princely fhrine, 3 And lead ye where ye may more near behold 4 What shallow-fearching Fame hath left untold; Which I full oft amidst these shades alone •Have fat to wonder at, and gaze upon: 2 For know by lot from Jove I am the Power mous river of Arcadia, that finking under ground paffeth thro' the fea without mixing his ftream with the falt-waters, and rifeth at laft with the fountain Arethuse near Syracufe in Sicily. Virg. Æn. III. 694. Alpheum fama eft huc Elidis amnem, Occultas egiffe vias fubter mare, qui nunc Ore, Arethufa, tuo Siculis confunditur undis. 43 50 And from the boughs brush off the evil dew, That fit upon the nine infolded spheres, 61 65 And And turn the adamantin spindle round, 2 On which the fate of Gods and men is wound. Such fweet compulfion doth in mufic lie, And keep unsteddy Nature to her law, 70 And yet fuch mufic worthieft were to blaze The peerless highth of her immortal praise, 75 Whofe luftre leads us, and for her most fit, Inimitable founds, yet as we go, Whate'er the skill of leffer Gods can show, I will affay, her worth to celebrate, Ancients, as it is explain'd by Ci- 80 Where |