Cupid and death a private entertainment, represented with scenes & musick, vocall & instrumentall. Writen by J.S. Shirley, James, 1596-1666. 1659 Approx. 36 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 15 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-07 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A59977 Wing S3465A ESTC R203569 99825263 99825263 29641 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A59977) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 29641) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1898:10) Cupid and death a private entertainment, represented with scenes & musick, vocall & instrumentall. Writen by J.S. Shirley, James, 1596-1666. [2], 27, [1] p. printed for John Crooke and John Playford, and are to be sold at their shops in St. Paul's Church yard and in the Inner Temple, London : 1659. J.S. = James Shirley. In verse. Variant: title page partly in a different setting (possibly a cancel), with "scenes, variety of dancing, and musick, both vocall & instrumentall" in the title. Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng 2003-03 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2003-04 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-05 John Latta Sampled and proofread 2003-05 John Latta Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-06 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion CVPID AND DEATH A Private Entertainment , represented WITH SCENES , VARIETY OF DANCING , AND MUSICK , BOTH VOCALL & INSTRUMENTALL . Writen By J. S. LONDON , Printed for John Crooke and John Playford , and to be sold at their Shops in St. Paul's Church-yard and in the Inner Temple THE SCENE A Forest , on the side of a Hill a faire house representing an Inne or Taverne , out of which cometh an Host , being a jolly sprightly old man ; his Cap turn'd up with Crimson ; his Doublet Fustian , with Jerkin and hanging sleeves , Trunk Hose of Russet , Stockings yellow , cross gartered ; after him a Chamberlain . FIRST ENTRY . HO . Are all things in their preparation For my immortall guests ? Ch. Nothing is wanting That doth concern my Province sir , I am Your Officer above staires . The great Chamber With the two wooden Monuments to sleep in ( That weigh six load of Timber , sir ) are ready . That for the ●●●●ce D'amour , whom we call Cupid , I have trimm'd artificially with Roses , And his Mother's Mirtle . But I have Committed Sacriledge to please the other , Death does delight in Ew , and I have rob'd A Church-yard for him . Are you sure they 'l come To night ? I would fain see this Dwarfe call'd Cupid , For t'other I look on him in my fancy , Like a starv'd Goblin . Ho. Death . I must confesse , Cuts not so many inches in the Say As our last Venison , 't is a thin-chap'd hound , And yet the Cormorant is ever feeding . Ch. But good sir resolve me , Are they good spirited Guests ? will they tipple To elevation ? do they scatter metall Upon the VVaiters ? will they rore , and fancy The Drawers , and the Fiddles , till their pockets Are empty as our neighbours drone ? and after Drop by degrees their wardrobe ? and in the morning , VVhen they have day-light to behold their nakedness , VVill they with confidence amaze the streets ? And in their shirts , to save their pickel'd credits , Pretend a Race , and trip it like fell footmen ? These rantings were the Badges of our Gentry , But all their dancing daies are done I fear . Ho. These were the garbs , and motions late in fashion With humorous mortalls ; but these guests are of No humane race . Ch. Pray what attendance have they ? Ho. Love has two Gentlemen , that wait on him in his Chamber , Of speciall trust , he cannot act without them . Ch. Their names sir , I beseech you ? Ho. Folly and Madness . Ch. A pair of precious instruments , Sure they are well descended sir . Ho. The fool Could ride a hundred mile in his own Pedegree , And give as many Coats — Ch. Fooles coats , there are Enough to weare them . Ho. As he had acres in Eleven fat Lordships , And plaid at duck and drake with Gold , like Pibbles . Ch. Was this man born a fool ? Ho. No , but his keeping Company with Philosophers undid him , Who found him out a Mistris they call'd Fame , And made him spend halfe his estate in Libraries , Which he bestowed on Colledges , tooke the toy Of building Quadrangles , kept open house , And fell at last most desperately in love VVith a poor dairy maid , for which he was beg'd — Ch. A Foole ? Ho. And leads the the Van in Cupid's Regiment . Ch. VVhat was the Mad-man sir ? Ho. A Thing was born to a very fair per annum , And spent it all in Looking-glasses . Ch. How ? That 's a project I never heard on , Looking-glasses ? How many did he break sir in a day ? Ho. They broke him rather , in the right understanding , For Nature having given him a good face , The man grew wilde with his own admirations , And spent his full means upon Flatterers , That represented him next to an Angell . Thus blown up , he tooke confidence to court A Lady of noble blood , and swelling fortune ; Within three daies fell sick of the small Pox , And on the fourth run mad , with the conceit His face , when he recover'd , would be like A countrey Cake , from which some Children had New pick'd the plumms . Ch. A brace of pretty Beagles . Ho. They are here . Ch. I see not Death . Ho. He 's the last thing we look for . Enter Cupid , Folly , Madness ; the Hoste joynes with them in a Dance . SONG . THough little be the God of Love , Yet his Arrows mighty are , And his Victories above What the valiant reach by War , Nor are his limits with the skie , O're the milky way he 'll fly , And somtimes wound a Diety . Apollo once the Python slew , But a keener Arrow flew From Daphne's eye , and made a wound For which the God no Balsome found ; One smile of Venus too did more On Mars , than Armies could before ; If a warme fit thus pull him down , How will she ague-shake him with a frown ; Thus Love can fiery spirits tame , And when he please cold Rocks inflame . Enter Death , he danceth the second Entrie , after which he speakes . De. Holla ! within ! Enter Chamberlain . Ch. You are welcome Gentlemen ; ha ? Quarter , oh quarter , I am a friend sir , A moveable belonging to this Tenement Where you are expected , Gupid is come already , And supp'd , and almost drunk , We ha' reserv'd According to order , for your palate , sir , The Cockatrices Eggs , the cold Toad-Pie , Ten dozen of Spiders and Adders tongues Your servant Famine , sir , bespoke . De. Live , live . Exit . Ch. I thanke you sir ; a curse upon his Physnomy ; How was I surpriz'd ? t was high time to comfort me , I felt my life was melting downward . Death , oh Death . within . Ch. Who 's that ? I do not like the voice . What art ? Enter Despair with a Halter . Des. A miserable thing . Ch. I , so thou seem'st ; Ha'st not a name ? Des. My name , sir , is Despair . Ch. Despair , my time 's not come yet , what have I To do with thee ? what com'st thou hither for ? Des. To find out Death ; Life is a burthen to me ; I have pursu'd all Paths to find him out , And here i th' Forrest had a glimpse on him , But could not reach him with my feet , or voice ; I would fain dye , but Death flies from me , sir . Ch. I wonder you should travell in the Forest , And among so many Trees find none convenient , Having the tackling ready , 'bout your neck too . Some great affairs take up the Devills time , He cannot sure attend these low employments , Hee 's busie 'bout Leviathans . I know not , Ther 's somthing in 't ; you have not made your VVill sure . Des. Yes sir , I carry it wo'me , it wants nothing But his name , and my subscription . Ch. VVhose name ? Des. His name I mean to make my Heir . Ch. VVhos 's that ? Des. That charitable man VVill bring Death to me , there 's a blank left for him , And if you please to do me , sir , the office , Even you shall be the man ; I have profest An Usurerer this fifty years , and upwards , The VVidows and sad Orphans , whose estates I have devoured , are croaking in my Conscience . Ch. And shall he be your Heir that does this feat ? To make you acquainted with this Canniball You talk of ? Des. Oh my happiness . Ch. I 'le do it . But I believe you are sorry for your baseness , Your Rapines and Extortions — Des. Mistake not , am sorry for no mischief I have done , That would come neer Repentance , which you know Cures all the akings of the Soul . If I Could but be sorry , Death were of no use to me . Ch. Keep ye of that mind , you say very right sir , I 'le try what I can do With Death , to do your Conscience a courtesy , He 's now within our house ; I 'le bring you pen And ink to write my name too , honest Father . Des. Thou art my dearest child , take all my blessings . Ch. Here 's like to be a Fortune . Exit . Des. I want strength To climb , I see a very pretty twig else He climbs And space for a most comfortable swing , 'T is a hard case the Devill will not help At a dead lift . He falls . O my Sciatica . I have broke my spectacles , and both my hips Are out of joint , help — Enter Chamberlain with abottle of Wine . Ch. Death will be with you presently , the last course Is now on the Table that you may not think The time long , I have brought you ▪ ha ? rise up sir . Des. Alas , I have had a fall , I was indeavouring To do the meritorious work , and hang My self , for Death me thought was long a coming , But my foot slipt . Ch. Alas what pitty t was ? If I had thought your Soul had been in such Haste , I would have given you a lift before I went . Des. It was my zeal . Ch. Alas it seemed so , You might have tooke the River with more ease , The stream would have convey'd you down so gently , You should not feel which way your soul was going . But against the frights , Death might bring with him , I have brought you a bottle of wine . I 'le begin sir . He drinks , Des. Would it were poyson . Ch. So would not I , I thank you , 'T is pure blood of the Grape . Des. Wine ? Ch. A● my charge , I know you do not use To pay for Nectar , I bestow it sir . Des. That 's kindly said , I care not if I taste — Ch. I' th' mean time please you , I 'le peruse the Will , I can put in my own name , and make it fit For your subscription — what 's here ? — Reads . Ha ? a thousand pound in Jewells — in ready money Ten thousand more — Land — ha' preserve my senses . I 'le write my name and thank Heaven afterwards . — Here sir , before you can subscribe , the Gentleman Will come and kill you to your hearts content . Des. Hum ! this foolish wine has warm'd me , what d'ee Call the name on 't ? Ch. Sack . Des. Sack , my truly son — Ch. Nay sir make hast , for Death will be here instantly . Des. At his own leisure , I would not be troublesome ▪ Now I do know his lodging , I can come Another time . Ch. But the VVill Father , you may write now — Des. Deeds are not vigorous without legall witnesses ; My Scrivener lives at the next Town , and I Do find my body in a disposition To walk a mile or two . Sack d'ee call it ? How strangely it does alter my opinion ? Ch. VVhy ? have you no mind to hang your self ? Des. I thank you , I find no inclination . Ch. Sha'not I be your Heir then ? Des. In the humour And spirit I now feel in Brain and Body , I may live — to see you hang'd ; I thank you heartily . Ch. But you will have the conscience , I hope , To pay me for the wine , has wrought this miracle . Des. Your free gift I remember , you know , I use not To pay for Nectar , as you call it . Yet I am not without purpose to be gratefull , Some things shall be corrected in my VVill , In the mean time , if you 'l accept of a Gives him the Halter . Small Legacy , this Hemp is at your service , And it shall cost you nothing , I bestow it . VVe men of money , worn w 〈…〉 nd cares , Drink in new life , from VVin●●●● costs us nothing . Farewell , and learn this Lesson from Despair , Give not your Father Sack to be his Heir . Ch. Not a tear left ? would's brains were in the bottle . Exit . SONG . VIctorious men of Earth , no more Proclaime how wide your Empires are ; Though you bind in every shore , And your triumphs reach as far as Night or Day , Yet you proud Monarchs must obey , And mingle with forgotten ashes , when Death calls ye to the croud of common men . Devouring Famine , Plague , and War , Each able to undo Man-kind , Death's servile Emissaries are , Nor to these alone confin'd , He hath at will More quaint and subtle waies to kill . A smile or kiss , as he will use the art , Shall have the cunning skill to break a heart . Enter Chamberlain . Ch : Ho Master , Master . Enter Hoste . Ho. What 's the mátter ? Ch. Nothing but to ask you , whether you be Alive or no , or whether I am not My own ghost , that thus walk and haunt your house . Ho. Thou lookest frighted . Ch. Death and his train are gone , I thank Heaven he 's departed ; I slept not One wink to Night , nor durst I pray aloud , For fear of waking Death ; but he , at Midnight , Calls for a Cup to quench his thirst , a Bowl Of Blood I gave him for a mornings draught , And had and Ague all the while he drank it . At parting , in my own defence , and hope To please him , I desired to kisse his hand , VVhich was so cold , o' th' sudden sir , my mouth Was frozen up , which as the Case stood Then with my Teeth , did me a benefit , And kept the dancing bones from leaping out , At length , fearing for ever to be speechless , I us'd the strength of both my hands to open My lips , and now feel'd eve 〈…〉 I spake Drop from it like an Icycl 〈…〉 Ho. This cold Fit will be over ; what said Cupid ? Ch. He Was fast asleep . Ho. The Boy went drunk to bed , Death did not wake him ? Ch. It was not necessary in point of reckoning . Death was as free as any Emperour , And payes all where he comes , Death quits all scores . I have the summa totalis in my pocket . But he without more ceremony left The house at morning twilight . Ho. Ha ? they knock — Get thee a cup of Wine to warm thy intralls . Exit Chamb. Though Love himself be but a water-drinker , His train allow themselves rich Wines . Your Fool And Madman is your onely guests to Taverns , And to Excesse ; this Licence time affords , When Masters pay , their servants drink like lords . Enter Chamberlin . Ch. Sir , they call for you , Cupid's up , and ready . And looks as fresh , as if he had known no surfeit Of Virgins tears , for whose fair satisfaction , He broke his Leaden shafts , and vows hereafter To shoot all flames of love into their servants . There are some Musick come , to give his godship Good morrow , so he means to hear one Song , And then he takes his Progress . Ho. I attend him . Exit . Ch. But I have made my own revenge upon him , For the hard-hearted baggage that he sent me ; And Death I have serv'd a trick for all his huffing . They think not what Artillery they carry Along with them , I have chang'd their Arrows . How Death will fret to see his fury cozen'd ? But how will Love look pale , when he shall find What a Mortality his Arrows make Among the Lovers ? let the God look to 't , I have put it past my care , and not expect To see them agen , or should I meet with Death , I shall not fear him now ; for Cupid , if Lovers must onely by his Arrows fall , I 'm safe , for Ladies I defie you all . SONG . STay Cupid , whither art thou flying ? Pitty the pale Lovers dying . They that honour'd thee before , Will no more At thy Altar pay their vowes . O let the weeping Virgins strow , In stead of Rose , and Myrtle boughs , Sad Ew , and funeral Cypress now . Unkind Cupid leave thy killing , These are all thy Mothers Doves , Oh do not wound such noble Loves , And make them bleed that should be billing . The Scene is changed into a pleasant Garden , a Fountain in the midst of it . Walks and Arbours , delightfully exprest , in divers places , Ladies lamenting over their Lovers slain by Cupid , who is discover'd flying in the Aire . Enter a Lover playing upon a Lute , Courting his Mistris ; they dance . Enter Nature in a white Robe , a Chaplet of Flowers , a green Mantle fringed with Gold , her hair loose they start and seem troubled at her Entrance . Na. Flie , slie my Children , love that should preserve And warm your hearts , with kind and active Is now become your enemy , a murderer . This Garden that was once your entertainment VVith all the beauty of the Spring is now By some strange curse upon the shafts of Cupid , Design'd to be a Grave ; look every where The noble Lovers on the ground lie bleeding , By frantick Cupid slain ; into whose wounds , Distracted Virgins pour their tears so fast , That having drein'd their fountains , they present Their own pale Monuments ; while I but relate This story , see , more added to the dead . Oh slie and save your selves , I am your Parent Nature , that thus advise you to your safeties . Enter Cupid , he strikes the Lover . He 's come already . Lover . Ha ? what Winter creeps Into my heart ? Na. He faints , 't is now too late , Some kinder God call back the winged Boy , And give him eyes to look upon his murders . Nature grows stiff with horrour of this spectacle ; If it be Death to love , what will it be When Death it self must act his cruelty ? Enter Death . And here he comes , what Tragedies are next ? Enter old Men and Women with Crutches . Na. Two aged pair , these will be fit for death , They can expect but a few minutes more To wear the heavy burden of their lives . Death strikes them with his Arrow , they admiring one another , let fall their Crutches , and embrace . Exit Death . Na. Astonishment to Nature , they throw off All their infirmities , as young men do Their aery upper garments . These were the Effects of Cupids Shafts ; prodigious change ! I have not patience to behold 'em longer . Exit . They dance with Antique postures , expressing ▪ Rurall Courtship . SONG . VVHat will it Death advance thy name Upon cold Rocks to waste a flame , Or by mistake to throw Bright Torches into pits of Snow ? Thy rage is lost , And thy old killing Frost ▪ With thy Arrows thou maist try To make the young or aged bleed , But indeed Not compell one heart to die . CHORUS . O Love ! oh Death ! be it your fate Before you both repent too late to meet and trie Upon your selves , your sad Artillerie . So Death may make Love kind again , Or cruell Death by Love be slain . Enter six Gentlemen armed as in the field to fight three against three ; To them Death , He strikes them with his Arrow , and they preparing to charge , meet one another , and embrace . They dance . SONG . CHange , oh change your fatall bows , Since neither knows The vertue of each others Darts ; Alas , what will become of hearts If it prove A Death to Love , We shall find Death will be cruell to be kind : For when he shall to Armies fly , Where men think blood too cheap to buy Themselves a name , He reconciles them , and deprives The valiant men of more then lives , A Victory , and Fame . Whilst Love deceiv'd by these cold shafts , in steed , Of curing wounded hearts , must kill indeed . CHORUS . Take pitty Gods , some ease the world will find , To give young Cupid eyes , or strike Death blind . Death should not then have his own will . And Love , by seeing men bleed , leave off to kill . Enter Chamberlin leading two Apes . Ch. Oh yes , oh yes , oh yes , All you that delight to be merry come see My brace of Court Apes , for a need we be three ; I have left my old trade of up and down stairs And now live by leading my Apes unto Fairs . Will you have any sport ? draw your money , be quick sir , And then come aloft Jack , they shall shew you a trick sir . Now ▪ am I in my Naturall Condition , For I was born under a wandring Planet ; I durst no longer stay with my old Master , For fear Cupid and Death be reconcil'd To their own Arrows , and so renew with me Some precious acquaintance . Enter Death , He strikes the Chamberlin . Ch. Oh , my heart , 'T was Death I fear , I am paid then with a vengeance ; My dear Apes do not leave me , ha ? come neer — What goodly shapes they have , what lovely faces ! Ye Twins of beauty , where were all those graces Obscur'd so long ? what Cloud did interpose I could not see before this Lip , this Nose ? These eyes ? that do invite all hearts to wooe , them , Brighter then Stars ; Ladies are nothing to them , Oh let me here pay down a Lovers duty ; Who is so mad to dote on Womans beauty ? Nature doth here her own complexion spread , No borrow'd Ornaments of white and red ; These cheeks were no adulterate mixtures on them , To make them blush as some do , fie upon them ! Look what fair cheries on their Lips do grow ? Black cherries , such as none of you can shew , That boast your beauties , let me kiss your a — Enter a Satyr , that strikes him on the shoulder , and takes away his Apes . What 's that ? a shot i' th' shoulder too ? ha . What will become of me now ? oh my Apes ! The Darlings of my heart are ravish'd from me . He beckons , and courts them back with passionate postures . No ? not yet ? nor yet hard-hearted Apes ? I must despair for ever to enjoy them . Despair ? that name puts me in mind , He looks in his pocket , and pulls out the halter . 'T is here ; VVelcome dear Legacy , I see he was A Prophet that bestowed it ; how it fits me ? As well as if the Hangman had took measure . 'T is honour in some men to fight and die In their fair Ladies quarrel , and shall I Be 'fraid to hang my self in such a cause ? Farewell my pretty Apes , when Hemp is ti'd Drop tears apace , and I am satisfi'd . A Dance of the Satyre and Apes . Upon the sudden a solemn Musick is heapd , and Mercury seen descending upon a Cloud , at whose approach , the other creep in amazed . In a part of the Scene within a Bower , Nature discover'd sleeping . Mer. Hence ye prophane , and take your dwellings up Within some Cave , that never saw the Sun , Whose Beams grow pale , and sick to look upon you ; This place be sacred to more noble Objects , And see where Nature tir'd with her Complaints To Heaven for Death and Cupid's Tyranny Upon a bank of smiling Flowers lies sleeping , Cares that devour the peace of other bosomes , Have by an over charge of sorrow wrought Her heart into a calm , where every sense Is bound up in a soft repose , and silence ; Be her Dreams all of me . But to my Embassie . Cupid , wheresoe'r thou be , The Gods lay their commands on thee , In pain of being banish'd to The unfrequented shades below At my first summons to appear . Cupid , Cupid . Enter Cupid . Cup. I am here , What send the Gods by Mercury ? Mer. Thy shame and horrour . I remove This mist . He unblinds him . Now see in every Grove What slaughter thou hast made , all these Fond Cupid were thy Votaries , Does not their blood make thine look pale ? All slain by thee , ' two ▪ not prevail To urge mistakes , thy fact appears ; Jove , and the Gods have bow'd their ears To groning Nature , and sent me From their high Christall Thrones to see What blood , like a dire Vapour rise , Doth spread his wings to blind the eyes Of Heaven and Day ; and to declare Their Justice and Immortall care Over the lower world , but stay Another must his fate obey . Death heretofore , the look'd-for close To tedious life , the long repose To wearied Nature , and the gate That leads to Mans eternall fate , I in the name of every God , Command thee from thy dark aboad , As thou wilt fly their wrath , appear At my first Summon — Enter Death . De. I am here . Mer. Nature awake , and with thy sleep Shake off the heavy Chains that keep Thy Soul a Captive . Nat. Mercury ? Or am I still in Dreams ? Mer. Thy Eye Take truce with tears , see much abus'd Nature , whom thou hast long accus'd , Leave thy wonder , and attend VVhat the Gods by Hermes send . But first I charge you to resign Your fatall Shafts . Cup. I , these are mine . They change . Mer. Cupid , the Gods do banish thee From every palace , thou must be Confin'd to Cottages , to poor , And humble Cells , Love must no more , Appear in Princes Courts , their heart Impenetrable by thy Dart , And from softer influence free By their own wills must guided be . Cup. I shall obey . Mer. Death , thou maist still Exercise thy power to kill , With this limit , that thy rage Presume not henceforth to engage On Persons , in whose brest , divine Marks of Art , or Honour shine ; Upon these , if thy malice trie , They may bleed , but never die ; These are not to be overcome , Above the force of Age or Tomb . Is Nature pleas'd ? Na. The Gods are just . Mer. To this you both submit ? C. D. We must . Mer. Ye are dismist . Exeunt . Nat. But Mercury , What satisfaction shall I have For noble Children in the Grave By Cupid slain ? Mer. They cannot be Reduc'd to live again with thee , And could thy fancy entertain In what blest seats they now remain , Thou wouldst not wish them here . Na. Might I With some knowledge bless my eye , Nature would put on Youth . Mer. Then see Their blest condition . The Scene is changed into Elizium , where the grand Masquers , the slain Lovers appear in glorious Seats and Habits . Na. Where am I ? The World no such Perfection yields . Mer. These are the fair Elizian fields . SONG . OPen blest Elizium Grove , Where an eternall Spring of Love Keeps each beauty fair , these shades No chill Dew or Frost invades ; Look how the Flowers , and every Tree Pregnant with Ambrosia be ; Neer banks of Violet Springs appear , Weeping out Nectar every tear ; While the once harmonious Sphears , ( turn'd all to ears ) Now listen to the Birds , whose Quire Sing every charming Accent higher . CHORUS . If this place be not Heaven , one thought can make it , And Gods by their own wonder led , mistake it . Na. Oh , who shall guide me hence ? old Natures sight Grows feeble at the brightnesse of this glory . Mer. I will be Natures conduct . Na. Mercury — be ever honour'd . Exeunt . The Grand Dance . Enter Mercury . Mer. Return , return you happy men To your own blessed Shades agen , Lest staying long , some new desire In your calm bosomes raise a fire ; Here are some Eyes , whose every beam May your wandring hearts inflame , And make you forfeit your cool Groves , By being false to your first Loves . Like a Perfuming gale o'r Flowers , Now glide again to your own Bowers . The Curtain falls . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Known defects for A59977.xml Defect summary 3 missing or defective tokens known defects on page A59977-003-a incomplete or missing word on page 3-a, word 205: ●●●●ce known defects on page A59977-006-b incomplete or missing word on page 6-b, word 2135: A● known defects on page A59977-007-a incomplete or missing word on page 7-a, word 2619: VVin●●●●