English

Goe, happy man, like th' Evening Starre,
Whose beames to Bride-groomes well-come are:
May neither Hagge nor Feind withstand
The pow're of thy Victorious Hand.
The Uncharm'd Knights surrender now,
By vertue of thy raised Bough.

Away, Enchauntements, Vanish quite,
No more delay our longing sight:
'Tis fruitelesse to contend with Fate,
Who gives us pow're against your hate.

Bring away this Sacred Tree,
The Tree of Grace and Bountie,
Set it in Bel-Annas eye,
For she, she, only she
Can all Knotted spels unty.
Pull'd from the Stocke, let her blest Hands convay
To any suppliant Hand, a bough,
And let that Hand advance it now
Against a Charme, that Charme shall fade away.
Toward the end of this Song the three destinies set the Tree of Golde before the Queene .

CHORUS.

Since Knightly valour rescues Dames distressed,

Vanish, vanish hence, confusion;
Dimme not Hymens goulden light
With false illusion.
The Fates shall doe him right,
And faire Eternitie,
Who passe through all enchantements free.

THE
DESCRIPTION
of a Maske:
Presented in the
Banqueting roome at Whitehall , on
Saint Stephens night last, At the Mariage of
the Right Honourable the Earle of
Somerset : And the right noble
the Lady FRANCES
Howard .
Written by Thomas Campion .
Whereunto are annexed divers choyse Ayres composed

58 Saturday, 26 May 1753

Te spectem, suprema mihi c u m venerit hora,
Te teneam moriens deficiente manu.
Tibullus [Eleg. I i 59 60]

Before my closing eyes, dear Cynthia, stand,
Held weakly by my fainting trembling hand.

117 Tuesday, 30 April 1751

Quam juvat immites ventos audire cubantem —
Aut, gelidas hybernus aquas c u m fuderit auster,
Securum somnos, imbre juvante, sequi!
[Tibullus, Eleg. I i 45 8]

How sweet in sleep to pass the careless hours,
Lull'd by the beating wind and dashing show'rs!

That the fierce Pard doth at a beck
Yield to the Yoke his spotted neck,
And the untoward Tyger bear
The whip with a submissive fear;
That Stags do foam with golden bits
And the rough Lybic bear submits
Unto the Ring; that a wild Boar
Like that which Caledon of Yore
Brought forth, doth mildly put his head
In purple Muzzles to be lead:
That the vast strong-limb'd Buffles draw
The Brittish Chariots with taught awe.
And the Elephant with Courtship falls
To any dance the Negro calls:

66 Saturday, 23 June 1753

Nolo virum, facili redimit qui sanguine famam:
Hunc volo, laudari qui sine morte potest.
Mart. [Epigr. I viii 5 6]

Not him I prize who poorly gains
From death the palm which blood disdains;
But him who wins with nobler strife
An unpolluted wreath from life.

164 Saturday, 12 October 1751

Vitium, Gaure, Catonis habes.
Mart. [Epig. II lxxxix 2]

Gaurus pretends to Cato 's fame;
And proves, by Cato 's vice, his claim.

128 Saturday, 8 June 1751

For not the brave, or wise, or great,
E'er yet had happiness compleat;
Nor Peleus , grandson of the sky,
Nor Cadmus , scap'd the shafts of pain,
Though favour'd by the pow'rs on high,
With ev'ry bliss that man can gain.