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This MINOTAUR, when he came to growth, was inclosed in the Labyrinth, which was made by the curious Arts-master DedaLUS, whose tale likewise we thus pursue.
When Dedalus the labyrinth had built, In which t include the queen Pasiphae's guilt, And that the time was now expired full, T'inclose the Minotaur, half man, half bull; Kneeling, he says, just Minos, end my moans, And let my native soil entomb my bones : Or if, dread sovereign, I deserve no grace, Look with a piteous eye on my son's face ; And grant me leave, from whence we are exil'd, Or pity me, if you deny my child. This, and much more, he speaks, but all in vain ; The king both son and father will detain : Which he perceiving says ; Now, now, 'tis fit, To give the world cause to admire my wit : Both land and sea are watch'd by day and night'; Nor land nor sea lies open to our flight, Only the air remains ; then let us try To cut a passage thro' the air, and fly. Jove be auspicious in my enterprize : I covet not to mount above the skies ; But make this refuge, since I can prepare No means to fly, my lord, but thro' the air. Make me immortal, bring me to the brim Of the black Stygian water Styx, I'll swim. O! human wit, thou canst invent much ill, Thou searchest strange arts, who would think, by skill, A heavy man, like a light bird, should stray, And thro' the empty heavens find a way ? He placeth in just order all his quills, Whose bottoms with resolved wax he fills; Then binds them with a line, and being fast ty’d, He placeth them like oars on either side. The tender lad the downy feathers blew, And what his father meant, he nothing knew. The wax he fasten'd, with the strings he play'd, Nor thinking for his shoulders they were made ; To whom his father spake (and then look'd pale) With these swift ships, we to our land must sail. All passages doth cruel Minos stop, Only the empty air he still leaves ope. 'That way must we; the land and the rough deep Doth Minos bar, the air he cannot keep, But in the way, beware thou set no eye On the sign Virgo, nor Bootes high :
Look not the black Orion in the face,
Still melts the wax ; his naked arms he shakes;
SEX IN THE
ACHILLES, HIS CONCEALMENT OF HIS
COURT OF LYCOMEDES.
Now from another world doth sail with joy
A LOVER'S COMPLAINT.'
Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,
Storming her words with sorrow's wind and rain :
Nor youth all quit ; but spite of heaven's fell rage,
Some beauty peep'd thro' lattice of sear'd age.
As often shrieking undistinguish'd woe,
In clamours of all size, both high and low. Sometimes her levell'd eyes their carriage ride, As they did battery to the spheres intend; Sometimes diverted, their poor balls are ty'd To th’orbed earth ; sometimes they do extend Their view right on ; anon their gazes lend
To every place at once, and no where fix'd,
The mind and sight distractedly commix'd. Her hair, nor loose nor tyd in formal plat, Proclaim'd in her a careless hand of pride ; For some untuck's descended her shav'd hat,? Hanging her pale and pined cheek beside ; Some in her threaden fillet did still bide,
And true to bondage, would not break from thence,
Tho' slackly braided in loose negligene.
(5] I wonder this poem has not attracted the attention of some English painter, the opening being ur.commonly picturesque. MALONE.
 Laundering. wetting. The verb is now obsolete. MALONE. (7) Read-Sheau'd hat, i.e. straw.  A maund is a hand basket. The word is still used in Somersetshire. to) Beaded jet, is jet formed into beads. Baskets made of beads were comes mon since the time of our author. STEEVENS.
Which one by one she in a river threw,
Or monarch's hands, that let no bounty fall,
Where want cries some, but where excess begs all, Of folded schedules had she many a one, Which she perus’d, sigh’d, tore, and gave the flood ; Crack'd many a ring of posied gold and bone, Bidding them find their sepulchres in mud : Found yet more letters sadly penn'd in blood,
With sleided silk, 9 feat and affectedly Enswath'd and seal'd to curious secrecy. These often bath'd she in her Auxive eyes, And often kiss'd, and often gave a tear ; Cry'd, O false blood ! thou register of lies, What unapproved witness dost him bear ! Ink would have seem'd more black and damned here !
This said, in top of rage the lines she rents,
Big discontent so breaking their contents.
And, privileg'd by age, desires to know,
In brief, the grounds and motives of her woe.
Which may her suffering ecstacy assuage :
'Tis promis'd in the charity of age. Father, she says, tho'in me you behold
The injury of many a blasting hour,
Fresh to myself, if I had self-apply'd
(9) Sleided silk is untwisted silk, prepared to be used in the weavers slay Fiat, is cunningly, nicely.
MALONE.  The staff on which che grain of the wood was visible. STEEVENS: