112 jSOFS FABLES. ill Fab.XLVI. Of the Satyr and Traveller. T THen ^/^ the firft GrandR ebel fell, V V With a11 his winged Officers, to Hell; Th'Almighty conqueror thought not That then (fit All ftiould be quarter'd in the Brimftone Pit Prepared for bad Angels, and worfe Men : But they, the vulgar Spirits did incenfe Againft God's Counfel,with a fair pretence, (make That thus Heaven's King they would more glorious Were fent by Thunder to the Stygian Lake : But fuch whofe Crime was Error, he confines To Caves, And Graves, : j: |j And tender Gold to guard in hollow Mines: And fbme there be, that dare M. r' Make their repair To Ethereal Air; Thefe the rough Ocean rule, and others guide W^ng'd Clouds, and on the backs of Tempefts ride. Such are thofe Spirits timorous people fright In horrid fhapes, and play mad Pranks by night; Nymphs, Faryes, Goblins, Satyrs}Faims3 Which haunt Soft purling Streams,cool Shades,and filent Lawns, Begot on Mortals, Sires Immortal vaunt. Of which our Satyr was, whofe cloven Hoof, K ough Thighs, and crooked Horns, were ample proof; Who, by the Mothers fide more gentle, gave To a cold Traveller flicker in his Cave, Whom