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Con. The next near him is Fire.
Detr. A choleric gentleman: I should know him; a younger brother and a great spender, but seldom or never carries any money about him: he was begot when the sign was in Taurus, for a' roars like a bull, but is indeed a bell-weather.
Con. The third in rank is Water.
Detr. A phlegmatick cold piece of stuff. His father, methinks, should be one of the dunce-table', and one that never drank strong beer in's life, but at festival times ; and then he caught the heartburning a whole vacation and half a term after.
Con. The fourth is Earth.
Detr. A shrewd plotting-pated fellow, and a great lover of news. I guess at the rest : Blood is placed near air, Choler near Fire, Phlegm and Water are sworn brothers, and so are Earth and Melancholy:
Con, Fair nymph of Harmony, be it thy task To sing them down, and rank them in a mask.
See the elements conspire :
Nimble Air does court the Earth,
To give our prince's pleasure birth.
Autumn forth its fruits doth bring,
affectation is ridiculed in the conversation of Fastidius Brisk with Saviolina, which is frequently interrupted by his whiffs of to. bacco.
* Dunce-table.] An inferior table provided in some colleges for scholars who deserve such an appellation,
And with emulation pay
Their tribute to this holy-day;
[The Masquers come down, dance, and exeunt. Win. How do these pleasures please? Hum.
Pleasures ! Boun.
Live here, And be my lord's friend ; and thy sports shall vary A thousand ways ; Invention shall beget Conceits, as curious as the thoughts of Change Can aim at.
Hum. Trifles! Progress o'er the year Again, my Raybright; therein like the Sun; As he in Heaven runs his circular course, So thou on earth run thine: for to be fed With stale delights, breeds dulness and contempt. Think on the Spring. Ray.
She was a lovely virgin. Win. My royal lord ! Without offence, be pleas'd but to afford Me give you my true figure : do not scorn My age ; nor think, 'cause I appear forlorn, I serve for no use : 'tis my sharper breath Does purge gross exhalations from the earth ; My frosts and snows do purity the air From choking fogs, make the sky clear and fair : And though by nature cold and chill I be, Yet I am warm in bounteous charity; And can, my lord, by grave and sage advice, Bring you to the happy shades of paradise. Ray. That wonder ? Oh, can you direct me thi
ther? Win. I can direct and point you out a path.
Hum. But where's your guide ? Quicken thy spirits, Raybright; l’ll not leave thee:
We'll run the self-same race again, that happiness ;
To the Spring
Oh! what strange light appears ?
Wanton Darling, look,
Oh, gracious lord !
gree Of his creation, with a royal bounty Give him Health, Youth, Delight, for free attendants To rectify his carriage: to be thankful Again to them, man should cashier his riots, His bosom's whorish sweetheart, idle Humour;
Ray.] This speech, in the old copy, is not appropriated, and appears thụs : Oes, gracious lord."
His Reason' dangerous seducer, Folly:
Or,] Old copy of.