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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, though high, fo loud, and yet fo clear,
Ev'n liftening Angels lean from heaven to hear:
To fartheft fhores th' Ambrofial spirit flies,
Sweet to the world, and grateful to the skies.




Next these a youthful train their vows exprefs'd, With feathers crown'd, with gay embroidery drefs'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 pleafing care 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 Dutcheffes lewd tales we tell,
Yet, would the world believe us, all were well.
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 blaft a Lady's honour dies.



Pleas'd with the strange fuccefs, vast numbers prest Around the fhrine, and made the fame réqueft:



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What you (the cry'd), unlearn'd in arts to please,

Slaves to yourselves, and ev'n fatigued with ease,
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 burst out, and bitter fcoffs fly round,
Whispers are heard, with taunts reviling loud,
And fcornful hiffes run through all the croud.
Laft, those who boast of mighty mischiefs done,
Enflave their country, or ufurp a throne;
Or who their glory's dire foundation lay'd
On fovereigns ruin'd, or on friends betray'd;



Calm, thinking villains, whom no faith could fix, 410
Of crooked counfels and dark politics;

Of these a gloomy tribe surround the throne,
And beg to make th' immortal treasons known.
The trumpet roars, long flaky flames expire,
With sparks, that seem'd to set the world on fire.
At the dread found, pale mortals stood aghaft,
And ftartled nature trembled with the blast.


This having heard and feen, fome power unknown Straight chang'd the fcene, and fnatch'd me from the

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Ver. 406. Laft, those who boast of mighty, &c.]
Tho came another companye,

That had y-done the treachery, &c.

Ver. 418. This having heard and feen, &c.] The Scene here changes from the Temple of Fame, to that

Before my view appear'd a structure fair,
Its fite uncertain, if in earth or air;

With rapid motion turn'd the manfion round;
With ceafelefs noife the ringing walls refound;
Not lefs in number were the fpacious doors,
Than leaves on trees, or fands upon the shores;
Which still unfolded ftand, by night, by day,
Pervious to winds, and open every way.
As flames by nature to the skies afcend,
As weighty bodies to the centre tend,





of Rumour, which is almost entirely Chaucer's. The

particulars follow.

Tho faw I ftonde in a valey,
Under the caftle fast by
A houfe, that Domus Dedali
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 house 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 thoufand 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 unfhet;
No porter is there one to let,
No manner tydings in to pace:
Ne never reft is in that place.

As to the fea returning rivers roll,

And the touch'd needle trembles to the pole;
Hither as to their proper place, arise

All various founds from earth, and feas, and skies,
Or fpoke aloud, or whisper'd in the ear;

Nor ever filence, reft, or peace, is here.

As on the smooth expanse of crystal lakes
The finking ftone at first a circle makes;
The trembling furface, by the motion stirr'd,
Spreads in a second circle, then a third;



Wide, and more wide, the floating rings advance, 440
Fill all the watery plain, and to the margin dance:
Thus every voice and found, when first they break,
On neighbouring air a foft impreffion make;

Another ambient circle then they move;

That, in its turn, impels the next above;
Through undulating air the founds are fent,
And spread o'er all the fluid element.

There various news I heard of love and strife,
Of peace and war, health, fickness, death, and life,


Ver. 448. There various news I heard, &c.]
Of werres, of peace, of marriages,
Of reft, of labour, of voyages,
Of abode, of dethe, and of life,
Of love and hate, accord and strife,
Of lofs, of lore, and of winnings,
Of hele, of ficknefs, and leffings,
Of divers tranfmutations,
Of eftates and eke of regions,
Of truft, of dred, of jealoufy,
Of wit, of winning, and of folly,



Of lofs and gain, of famine and of store,
Of storms at fea, and travels on the fhore,
Of prodigies, and portents feen in air,

of fires and plagues, and stars with blazing hair,
Of turns of Fortune, changes in the state,
The falls of favorites, projects of the great,
Of old mifmanagements, taxations new :
All neither wholly falfe, nor wholly true.

Above, below, without, within, around,
Confus'd, unnumber'd multitudes are found,
Who pass, repass, advance, and glide away;
Hofts rais'd by fear, and phantoms of a day:


Of good, or bad government,
Of fire, and of divers accident.





Ver. 458. Above, below, without, within, &c.]
But fuch a grete congregation
Of folke as I faw roame about,
Some within, and fome without,
Was never feen, ne fhall be eft-
And every wight that I saw there
Rowned everich in others ear
A new tyding privily,

Or elfe he told it openly

Right thus, and faid, Knowft not thou
That is betide to-night now?

No, quoth he, tell me what?

And then he told him this and that, &c.

Thus north and fouth

Went every tyding from mouth to mouth,
And that encreafing evermo,

As fire is wont to quicken and go
From a sparkle fprong amifs,

Till all the citee brent up is.

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