At close of Eve he leaves his home,

And wends to find the ruin'd Dome
All on the gloomy Plain.

As there he bides, it fo befell,

The Wind came rustling down a Dell,
A shaking feiz'd the Wall:

Up fpring the Tapers as before,

The Faeries bragly foot the Floor,
And Mufick fills the Hall.

But certes forely funk with woe
Sir Topaz fees the Elphin fhow,

His Spirits in him dy:

When Oberon crys, a Man is near,
A mortall Paffion, cleeped Fear,

Hangs flagging in the Sky.

With that Sir Topaz (HaplefsYouth!)

In Accents fault'ring ay for Ruth

Intreats them Pity graunt;

For als he been a mister Wight

Betray'd by wand'ring in the Night
To tread the circled Haunt

• Ah Losell Vile, at once they roar! • And little skill'd of Faerie lore,

Thy Cause to come we know: • Now has thy Kestrell Courage fell; • And Faeries, fince a Ly you tell,

Are free to work thee Woe.

Then Will, who bears the wifpy Fire
To trail the Swains among the Mire,

The Caitive upward flung;

There

There like a Tortoife in a Shop

He dangled from the Chamber-top,
Where whilome Edwin hung.

The Revel now proceeds apace,
Deffly they frisk it o'er the Place,

They fit, they drink, and eat;

The time with frolick Mirth beguile,

And

poor Sir Topaz hangs the while

"Till all the Rout retreat.

By this the Starrs began to wink,

They skriek, they fly, the Tapers fink,

And down ydrops the Knight.

For never Spell by Faerie laid

With ftrong Enchantment bound a Glade

Beyond the length of Night.

Chill, dark, alone, adreed, he lay,

This Tale a Sybil-Nurfe ared;

She foftly strok'd my youngling Head,

And when the Tale was done,

• Thus fome are born, my Son (fhe cries) • With base Impediments to rise,

• And fome are born with none.

• But Virtue can it self advance

To what the Fav'rite Fools of Chance
By Fortune seem'd defign'd;

• Virtue

• Virtue can gain the Odds of Fate,

• And from it self shake off the Weight Upon th' unworthy Mind.