992. 
66 You need not afk what terrors feiz’d my 
heart, : 
s¢ But gueis thoie feelings, words can ne’er 
¢* impart : . ith 
«¢ Alas! the fport of cruel deftiny, ey 
s¢ ] felt the pangs.of death, though yet forbid 
‘© to die. er 
¢¢ At length, one fatal day, he took his leave ; 
¢¢ While I, who heard him fpeak, and faw 
_. $6 him grieve 
*¢ At his departure, thought his tears as true, 
€¢ As thofe, which almoft choak’d my lat 
‘6 adieu ! 
<¢ But fince his honour fummon’d him away, 
-€¢ And reafon told me, that he muft obey 
$¢ Her potent call; that forrow was in yain, 
<¢ And he wou’d foon review his home again; 
.$©T trove my {welling anguifh to conceal, 
s¢ And feign’da courage which I did not feel, 
‘< And fondly prefs’d his hand, repeating o’er 
- $© Thofe vows of truth, I oft had {worn be- 
¢¢ fore. 
. €& What he replied, I fhall not now rehearfe ; 
¢¢ In fpeech none better, or in aétion worfe. 
€¢ So forth he flew, and haften’d on his way, 
<< Till wearinefs, or plealure, bade him ftay 
¢¢ His.rapia courfe: for fure he bore in mind, 
“chic proverd, ‘““every creature. loves: its 
CElkeind eee | 
6¢ Thus men have written, men too prone to 
wf E range, 
¢¢ And vary merely for the love of change.’ 
€¢ As filly birds, with care in cages bred, 
§¢ Lodg’*d on fort downy wmh choiceft viands 
6s fed, ane 
€ Which feem your proffer’d kindnefs to dif- 
“6 dain, 
€¢ While fugar, bread, and milk, allure in 
€¢ vain 5 
«¢ If they by chance efpy an open door, 
6* Oerturn their cup upon the fanded floor, 
«¢ Leave their warm cage, and haiten to the 
“<< wood, 
$¢ To feed on worms, and fuch like homely 
“< food 5 : 
¢¢ And pleas’d with change of fare, delighted 
6“ roam, 
£¢ Forgetful of their breeding and their home; 
¢¢ E’en fo this Falcon, though of gentle kind, 
** In shanner. graceful, and in fenfe refin’d ; 
** Debas’d by vice, forfakes my neft, to share 
‘* His love among the commoners of air ; 
€¢ And now a hateful kite his fancy charms, 
#§ And for her loath’d embsace, he flights 
thefe arms ; 
Original Poetry ....The Squire’s Tale. 
[Sup. 
‘* His plighted faith—his love from me is 
6c flown, 
*¢ And lam left, to weep, and die alone.” 
With that, again fhe rais’d her mournful cries, 
.Again, the fwooning fell, and clos’d her 
ftreaming eyes. 
As Canace in her foft bofom laid, . 
The mournful damfels gathering round, fur- 
vey'd 
Her wretched plight, and with endearments 
ftroye 
To footh the grief, they knew not to remove, 
But Canace with gentleft eare fuftain’d 
The unhappy bird, uatil fhe now regain'’d 
The palace gate ; prepar’d to plaifter o’er - 
Her ghaftly wounds, and ftaunch the oozing 
gore, 
Where’er her tortured fleth with furious 
beak fhe tore. 
Now the fair princefs made it all her care, 
From herbs, and roots, a med’cine to prepares 
To heal her patient’s wounds; from mora till 
night, Papa 
This pleafing labour form’d her fole delight. 
Within her chamber fhe contriv’d a mew, 
And lin’d with velvet of unchanging blue, 
Denoting female truth; without was feen, 
Difplay’d with art, upon a ground of gteen, 
Of titmice, hawks, and owls, a num’rous 
train, oa aera 
Who vows of truth and conttancy difdains 
With pies furrounded, to proclaim aloud, 
Their acts of folly to the lif@nirg crowd. 
And thus I leave fair Canace, to heal 
‘Tbe wounded Falton, nor fhall more reveal 
About the magic king, till lexplain, 
How the faid hawk obtained her love againy 
Affited in the tak by Cambal bold; 
As in the fequel of my tale is told. 
But now I turn, adventures to recite, 
Ne’er heard before, and many a bloody. fight, 
Yet firft, I fing Cambufean’s high renown, 
And many a city by his arms overthrown. 
Then the exploits of valiant Algarfife, 
Who won ‘fair Theodora to his wife; 
For whofe dear love, he many a peril brav’d, 
Oft, by the brazen fteed, ~ from ‘flaughter 
fav’d. 
Next, fhall I fpeak of Cambal who, to gain 
Fair Canace’s releafe, upon the plain” 
O’ercame two brethren, who, in arms had 
ftrove, 
To feize the princefs, and to force her love, 
—_— . 
A MEs 
