Milton - PR3550 D77 1777 M2

458 L YCID A S. 0 fountain Arethufe, and thou honor'd flood, Ss Smooth-flicling Mincius, crown'd with vocal reeds, That fi rain I heard was of a higher mood : But nowmy oat proceeds, And liflens to the herald of the fea That came in Neptune's plea ; 90 He ailed the waves, and afk'd the fellon winds, What hard mifhap hath doom'd this gentle fwain ? And quellion'd every gull of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory ; They knew not of his flory, 95 And fage Hippotades their anfwer brings, That not a blaft was from his dungeon (tray'd, The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her fillers play'd. It was that fatal and perfidious bark ice Built in th' eclipfe, and rigg'd with curies dark, That funk fo low that facred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend fire, went footing flow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet fedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge 105 Like to that fanguin flow'r infcrib'd with woe. Ah ! Who bath reft (quoth he) my deareft pledge ? Laft came, and tall did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake, Two maffy keys he bore of metals twain, no (The golden opes, the iron (huts amain) He chock his miter'd locks, and Item befpake, How well could I have fpar'd for thee, young fwain, Enow of fuch as for their bellies fake Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold ? 115 Of other care they little reck'hing make, Than how to fcramble at the (hearer's feafl, And (hove away the worthy bidden gueft ; Blind mouths! that fcarce themfaves know how to hold A