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Show i74 ** 0 E M S. U un tout jpyeux, d' un ft beau jour, S* amufe a becqumer fa plume, V autre allehtit le feu d amour, Qui dans I' eau mefme & confume, Et prennent tons innocemment Leur plaifir en cet Element, • • 7 • Jamah C EJie, ny la'*froidure, hi9 ont reu pafferdeffus Cette Eau, Nulle charette, ny batteau Depuk qui t* on, <&> i* autre dure : Jamais voyageur altere, N'y fit fervir fa /main de tajfe} Jamais chew end defefpere i ^ Ny finit fa v4e^ la chaffs ; Et jamais le Traifore hamecon N en fit fortir aucun poijfon. t • 8. Que f ahne avoir la decadence De ces vieux chafteaux ruined, Contre qui les urit Mutine* Ont deployed leur infolence, Les Sorciers y font leur Sabat, Les Demons follets /y relirent, Qui d* un malicieux etat, Trompent nos fens, &> nos martirent; La fe nichent en mille troux Les Couleuyres &* les Hyboux. J> p. JII «- V Orfrage awe fescris fitnftres, Mortelles augures des deftins. 1 T 0 E M S.- Some ravifh'd with fo bright a day, Their Feathers finely prune and deck', Others their amorous heats allay, Which yet the Waters could not check All take their innocent content In this their lovely Element. 7- Summer's, nor Winter's bold approach, This Stream did never entertain s Nor ever felt a Boat or Coach, Whilft either feafon did remain. No thirfty Traveller came neer, And rudely made his H a n d his C u p ; Nor any hunted Hind hath here Her hopelefs life refigned up ; Nor ever did the treacherous Hook Intrude to empty any Brook. 8. What beauty is there in the fight O f thefe old ruin'd Caftle-Walls, O n which the utmoft rage and fpight O f fimes worft Infurrection falls ? The Witches keep their Sabbath here, And wanton Devils make retreat, W h o in malicious fport appear, Our fenfe both to afflict and cheat; And here within a thoufand holes Are Nefts of Adders and of Owles. The Raven with his difmal cries, That mortal Augury of Fate, |