^SOPS FABLES. Nor Death long refts her weary Bones, bur wakes Not clearing well her Eys which were two Coals That cafl: Malignant Beams from gloomy Hoals; She Cupid's (Quiver for her own miftakes, And hungry out (he rlys to Countrys far, To Breakfaft at a Maflacrc. Nor long the Boy from torturing Lovers Souls CefTation made, but out with fpeed he makes, And ftorms with deadly Arrows Myrtle Groves, W here perch'd his Mothers Doves, Where cunning Lovers Jofe to find their Loves f There while the Youth did Cyprian Vigils keep Death feals their Eys up in eternal Sleep. Then through the World a mighty Change appears, i When the curl'd Youth,whom Love & Beauty lead Under pale Enfigns mufter with the dead;' Sad Verfe and Garlands fix'd to Virgin Beers ij ; While in a Dance up the long bed-rid leaps,i,!, i And Beldams mince with wanton ftepSy. > > 1 And their pale Cheeks with borrow'd blufhes fpread Falfe Lillies trenches fill plow'd up with years; Whom Death had mark'd for iuddain Funerals Now for the Viol calls, And old remembring, makes new Madrigals. This hath a Son, that hath a Daughter dead, And their houfe clear'd, the Jufty Parents wed. But while this Tragi-Comedy wras plaid Of Error long, a Youth more happy fa w When to his Ear. the God did aiming draw A Shaft at him, and thus to Cupid pray'd .; . r Ohold thy Arrow tipp'd with Charnel Bone, , ^ And fhoot me wtn a Golden one. Thy (I