C 0 M U 0. 625 Eld. Bro. To tell thee fully, fhepheed, withoiti bla me, Or our neglect, we loft her as we came. g tt;$ Spi. Ay me unhappy I then my fears are true. Eld. Bro. What fears, good Thyrtis Prithee brieflf Phew. Spi. I'll tell ye ; 'tis not vain or fabulous, (Though fo efteem'd by (hallow ignorance) What the Page poets, taught by al' heav'nly Story'd of old in high immortal verfe, Of dire chimeras and inchanted ifles, And rifted rockS whofe entrance leads to Hell For loch there be, but unbelief is blind. Within the navel of this hideous wood, Ilinnnur'd in cyprus fhades a forcerer dwells, Of Bacchus and of Circe born, great Cornus Deep fkill'd in all his mother's witcheries, And here to every thirtly wanderer By fly enticement gives his baneful cup, , With many murmurs mix'd, vvhofe pleating i3oiati The vifage quite transforms of him that drinks, And the inglorious likenefs of a beaft Nixes inftead, unmolding reafon's mintage Charader'd in the face ; this I have learnt 30 so Tending my flocks hard by i' th' hilly crofts' That brow this bottom glade, whence night by !lied He and his monftrous rout are heard to howl Like stabled wolves, or tigers at their prey,- Doing abhoired rites to Hecate In their obtcured haunts of inmoft tDbwersc Yet have they many baits, and guileful fpells To' inveigle and invite th' unwary fenfe Of them that pats unweeting by the way. This evening late, by then the chewing flocks Had ta'en their fupper on the favory herb Of knot-grafi dew-befprent, and were in folda, Zzz MM.
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