123

JANUARY AND MAY.

Then rofe the guefls ; and as the time requir’d,Each paid his thanks, and decently retir’d.

The foe oncegone.our Knight prepar’d t’undrefs,So keen he was, and eager to poffefs:

But firlt thought fit th’ affiftance to receive, 3jSWhich grave Phyficians fcruple not to give;Satyrion near, with hot Eringos flood,Cantharides, to fire the lazy blood,

Whole ufe old Bards defcribe in lufcious rhymes,'And Critics learn’d explain to modern times. 38oBy this the fheets were fpread, the bridenndrefs’d,The room was fprinkled, and the bed was blefs’d.What next enfu’d befeems not me to fay;

’Eis fung, he labour’d till the dawning day,Then brilkly fprung from bed, with heart fo light,As all were nothing he had done by night; 386And Tipp’d his cordial as he fat upright.

He kifs’d his balmy fpoufe with wanton play,And feebly fung a lulty roundelay:

Then on the couch his weary limbs he call; SgoFor ev’rv labour mull have reft at laft.

But anxious cares the penfive Squire opprefs’d,Sleep fled his eyes, and peace foTlook his breaft;The raging flames that in his boforn dwell,

He wanted art to hide, and means to tell. S 9 5Yet hoping lime th’ occnfion might betray,Compos’d a fonnet to the lovely May' ;

Which writ and folded with the niceft art,

He wrapp’d in filk, and laid upon his heart. 3gg