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Let fuller notes th' applauding world amaze,
And the loud clarion labour in your praife.
This band dismiss'd, behold another croud
Prefer the fame request, and lowly bow'd;
The conftant tenour of whofe well-spent days
No lefs deferv'd a juft return of praise.
But straight the direful Trump of Slander founds;
Thro' the big dome the doubling thunder bounds;
Loud as the burst of cannon rends the skies,
The dire report thro' ev'ry region flies,
In ev'ry ear inceffant rumours rung,
And gath'ring fandals grew on ev'ry tongue.
From the black trumpet's rufty concave broke
Sulphureous flames, and clouds of rolling fmoke:
The pois'nous vapour blots the purple skies,
And withers all before it as it flies.
A troop came next, who crowns and armour wore,
And proud defiance in their looks they bore:
For thee (they cry'd) amidst alarms and ftrife,
We fail'd in tempests down the ftream of life;
For thee whole nations fill'd with flames and blood,
And fwam to empire thro' the purple flood.
VER. 328, 338. behold another croud, etc. --
From the black trumpet's ruffy, etc.]
Therewithal there came anone
Another huge companye
Of good folke
Thofe ills we dar'd, thy infpiration own;
What virtue feem'd, was done for thee alone.
Ambitious fools! (the Queen reply'd, and frown'd)
Ee all your acts in dark oblivion drown'd;
There fleep forgot, with mighty tyrants gone,
Your ftatues moulder'd, and your names unknown!
A fudden cloud ftraight fnatch'd them from my fight,
And each majestic phantom funk in night.
Then came the finalleft tribe I yet had feen;
Plain was their drefs, and modeft was their mien.
Great idol of inankind! we neither claim
The praife of merit, nor afpire to fame!
But life in deferts from th' applause of men,
Would die unheard of, as we liv'd unseen.
VER. 356. Then came the smallest, etc.]
I faw anone the fifth route,
That to this lady gan loute,
And downe on knees anone to fall,
And to her they befoughten all,
To hiden their good works eke.
And faid, they yeve not a leke
For no fame ne fuch renowne;
For they for contemplacyoune,
And Goddes love had it wrought,
Ne of fame would they ought.
What, quoth fhe, and be ye wood?
And ween ye for to do good,
And for to have it of no fame?
Have ye despite to have my name?
Nay ye shall lien everichone:
Blowe thy trump, and that anone
(Quoth fhe) thou Eolus, I hote,
And ring thefe folkes works by rote,
That all the world may of it heare;
And he gan blow their loos fo cleare
In his golden clarioune,
Through the world went the foune,
All fo kindly, and eke so soft,
That their fame was blown aloft,
'Tis all we beg thee, to conceal from fight
Thofe as of goodnefs, which themselves requite.
O let us ftill the fecret joy partake,
To follow virtue e'en for virtue's fake.
And live there men, who flight immortal fame ?
Who then with incenfe fhall adore our name?
But, mortals know, 'tis ftill our greatest pride
To blaze those virtues which the good would hide.
Rife! Mufes, rife! add all your tuneful breath,
These must not fleep in darkness and in death.
She faid: in air the trembling mufic floats,
And on the winds triumphant fwell the notes;
So foft, tho' high, fo loud, and yet fo clear,
Ev'n lift'ning Angels lean from heav'n to hear:
To furtheft shores th' Ambrofial spirit flies,
Sweet to the world, and grateful to the skies.
Next thefe a youthful train their vows express'd,
With feathers crown'd, with gay embroid❜ry dress'd:
Hither, they cry'd, direct your eyes, and fee
The men of pleafure, drefs, and gallantry;
Ours is the place at banquets, balls and plays,
Sprightly our nights, polite are all our days;
Courts we frequent, where 'tis our pleasing care
To pay due vifits, and addrefs the fair:
In fact, 'tis true, no nymph we could perfuade,
But ftill in fancy vanquish'd every maid;
Of unknown Ducheffes lewd tales we tell,
Yet, would the world believe us, all were well.
VER. 378. Next thefe a youthful train, etc.] The reader might compare these twenty-eight lines following, which contain the. fame matter, with eighty-four of Chaucer, beginning thus:
Tho came the fixth companye,
And gan faft to Fame cry, etc.
heing too prolix to be here inferted,
The joy let others have, and we the name,
And what we want in pleasure, grant in fame.
The Queen affents, the trumpet rends the skies,
And at each blast a Lady's honour dies.
Pleas'd with the ftrange fuccefs, vaft numbers prest. Around the fhrine, and made the fame requeft: 395 What you, (the cry'd) unlearn'd in arts to please, Slaves to yourfelves, and ev'n fatigu'd with eafe, Who lofe a length of undeferving days, Would you ufurp the lover's dear-bought praise ? To juft contempt,-ye vain pretenders, fall, The people's fable, and the fcorn of all. Straight the black clarion fends a horrid found,. Loud laughs burft out, and bitter fcoffs fly round, Whispers are heard, with taunts reviling loud, And scornful hiffes run through all the croud. Laft, those who boast of mighty mischiefs done, Enslave their country, or ufurp a throne; Or who their glory's dire foundation lay'd On fov'reigns ruin'd, or on friends betray'd;
Calm, thinking villains, whom no faith could fix, 410
Of crooked counfels and dark politics;
Of thefe a gloomy tribe furround the throne,
And beg to make th' immortal treafons known.
The trumpet roars, long flaky flames expire,
With fparks, that feem'd to fet the world on fire. 415
At the dread found, pale mortals stood aghast,
And ftartled Nature trembled with the blast.
This having heard and feen, fome pow'r unknown Straight chang'd the fcene, and fnatch'd me from the throne.
VER. 4c6. Laft, those who boast of mighty, etc.]
Tho came another companye,
That had y-done the treachery, etc.
VIR. 418. This having beard and feen, etc.] The Scene here
Before my view appear'd a ftructure fair,
Its fite uncertain, if in earth or air;
With rapid motion turn'd the mansion round;
With ceaseless noise the ringing walls refound;
Not lefs in number were the spacious doors,
Than leaves on trees, or fands upon the shores; 425
Which ftill unfolded ftand, by night, by day,
Pervious to winds, and open ev'ry way.
As flames by nature to the skies afcend,
As weighty bodies to the centre tend,
As to the fea returning rivers roll,
And the touch'd needle trembles to the pole ;
changes from the Temple of Fame, to that of Rumour, which is almoft entirely Chaucer's. The particulars follow.
Tho faw I ftonde in a valey,
Under the castle faft by
A houfe, that Domus Deiali
That Labyrinthus cleped is,
Nas made fo wonderly, I wis,
Ne half fo queintly y-wrought;
And evermo as fwift as thought,
This queint house about went,
That never more it ftill ftent
And eke this houfe hath of entrees,
As many as leaves are on trees
In Summer, when they ben grene;
And in the roof yet men may fene
A thousand hoels and well mo
To letten the foune out-go;
And by day in every tide
Ben all the doors open wide,
And by night each one unthet;
No porter is there one to let,
No manner tydings in to pace:
Ne never reft is in that place.
VER. 428. As flames by nature to the, etc.] This thought is transferred hither out of the third book of Fame, where it takes up no less than one hundred and twenty verfes, beginning thus,, Geffray, thou wotteft well this, etc.