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76.
Lord Astragon a Purple Mantle wore,
Where Nature's storie was in Colours wrought;
And though her ancient Text seem'd dark before,
'Tis in this pleasant Comment clearly taught.
Lord Astragon a Purple Mantle wore,
Where Nature's storie was in Colours wrought;
And though her ancient Text seem'd dark before,
'Tis in this pleasant Comment clearly taught.
77.
Such various Flowrie Wreaths th' Assembly wear,
As shew'd them wisely proud of Natures pride;
Which so adorn'd them, that the coursest here
Did seem a prosp'rous Bride-groom, or a Bride.
Such various Flowrie Wreaths th' Assembly wear,
As shew'd them wisely proud of Natures pride;
Which so adorn'd them, that the coursest here
Did seem a prosp'rous Bride-groom, or a Bride.
78.
All shew'd as fresh, and fair, and innocent,
As Virgins to their Lovers first survay;
Joy'd as the Spring, when March his sighs has spent,
And April's sweet rash Tears are dry'd by May.
All shew'd as fresh, and fair, and innocent,
As Virgins to their Lovers first survay;
Joy'd as the Spring, when March his sighs has spent,
And April's sweet rash Tears are dry'd by May.
79.
And this confed'rate joy so swell'd each Breast,
That joy would turn to pain without a vent;
Therefore their voices Heav'n's renown exprest;
Though Tongnes ne'r reach, what minds so nobly ment.
And this confed'rate joy so swell'd each Breast,
That joy would turn to pain without a vent;
Therefore their voices Heav'n's renown exprest;
Though Tongnes ne'r reach, what minds so nobly ment.
80.
Yet Musick here shew'd all her Art's high worth;
Whilst Virgin-Trebbles, seem'd, with bashfull grace,
To call the bolder marry'd Tenor forth;
Whose Manly voice challeng'd the Giant Base.
Yet Musick here shew'd all her Art's high worth;
Whilst Virgin-Trebbles, seem'd, with bashfull grace,
To call the bolder marry'd Tenor forth;
Whose Manly voice challeng'd the Giant Base.
81.
To these the swift soft Instruments reply;
Whisp'ring for help to those whom winds inspire;
Whose louder Notes, to Neighb'ring Forrests flie,
And summon Nature's Voluntarie Quire.
To these the swift soft Instruments reply;
Whisp'ring for help to those whom winds inspire;
Whose louder Notes, to Neighb'ring Forrests flie,
And summon Nature's Voluntarie Quire.
82.
These Astragon, by secret skill had taught,
To help, as if in artfull Consort bred;
Who sung, as if by chance on him they thought,
Whose care their careless merry Fathers Fed.
These Astragon, by secret skill had taught,
To help, as if in artfull Consort bred;
Who sung, as if by chance on him they thought,
Whose care their careless merry Fathers Fed.
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