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The parents you may think, would foon comply;
I pafs each previous fettlement and deed, 305
Then pray'd the pow'rs the fruitful bed to bless, And made all fure enough with holiness.
And now the palace-gates are open'd wide, 3 1 5 The guests appear in order, fide by side, And plac'd in ftate, the bridegroom and the bride. The breathing flute's foft notes are heard around, And the fhrill trumpets mix their filver found; The vaulted roofs with echoing mufic ring, 320 These touch the vocal ftops, and those the trembling ftring.
Not thus Amphion tun'd the warbling lyre,
Nor Joah the founding clarion could infpire,
Nor fierce Theodamas, whofe fprightly ftrain 324 Could fwell the foul to rage, and fire the martial train.
Bacchus himself, the nuptial feaft to grace,
(So Poets fing) was prefent on the place:
Full many an age old Hymen had not fpy'd
E'er look'd fo lovely on her Perfian King:
Bright as the rifing fun, in fummer's day,
And fresh and blooming as the month of May
The joyful Knight furvey'd her by his fide,
Nor envy'd Paris with the Spartan bride:
Still as his mind revolv'd with vast delight
To speed his blifs, and hafte the happy hour. Mean time the vig'rous dancers beat the ground, And fongs were fung, and flowing bowls went round. With od'rous spices they perfum'd the place, 355 And mirth and pleasure fhone in ev'ry face.
Damian alone, of all the menial train, Sad in the midst of triumphs, figh'd for pain; Damian alone, the Knight's obfequious fquire, Confum'd at heart, and fed a fecret fire. His lovely mistress all his foul poffefs'd, He look'd, he languifh'd, and could take no reft: His task perform'd, he fadly went his way, Fell on his bed, and loath'd the light of day. There let him lie; till his relenting dame 365 Weep in her turn, and wafte in equal flame. The weary fun, as learned Poets write, Forfook th' Horizon, and roll'd down the light; While glitt'ring stars his abfent beams fupply, And night's dark mantle overfpread the sky. 370 Then rofe the guests; and as the time requir'd, Each paid his thanks, and decently retir'd.
The foe once gone, our Knight prepar'd t'undress, So keen he was, and eager to poffefs:
But first thought fit th'affiftance to receive, 375 Which grave Physicians scruple not to give; Satyrion near, with hot Eringo's stood, Cantharides, to fire the lazy blood,
Whose use old Bards describe in luscious rhymes, And Critics learn'd explain to modern times. 380
By this the sheets were spread, the bride undress'd, The room was fprinkled, and the bed was blefs'd. What next enfu'd befeems not me to fay;
'Tis sung, he labour'd till the dawning day,
Then on the couch his weary limbs he caft; 390
But anxious cares the penfive Squire opprefs'd, Sleep fled his eyes, and peace forfook his breaft; The raging flames that in his bofom dwell, He wanted art to hide, and means to tell.
Yet hoping time th' occafion might betray,
When now the fourth revolving day was run, 400
Th' obliging dames obey'd with one confent; 410
Who ftudies now but difcontented May?