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MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: FIRST SQUIRE (1), by             Poet's Biography
First Line: That fruit that neither dreads the syrian
Last Line: Let these relate, my tongue's too weak to tell.


That fruit that neither dreads the Syrian heats,
Nor the sharp frosts which churlish Boreas threats,
The fruit of peace and joy our wishes bring
To this high state, in a perpetual spring.
Then pardon (sacred majesty) our grief
Unreasonably that presseth for relief.
The ground whereof (if your blest ears can spare
A short space of attention) we'll declare.
Great Honour's herald, Fame, having proclaimed
This nuptial feast, and with it all enflamed,
From every quarter of the earth three knights
(In courtship seen, as well as martial fights)
Assembled in the continent, and there
Decreed this night a solemn service here.
For which, by six and six embarked they were
In several keels; their sails for Britain bent.
But (they that never favoured good intent)
Deformed Error, that enchanting fiend,
And wing-tongued Rumour, his infernal friend,
With Curiosity and Credulity,
Both sorceresses, all in hate agree
Our purpose to divert; in vain they strive,
For we in spite of them came near t'arrive,
When suddenly (as heaven and hell had met)
A storm confused against our tackle beat,
Severing the ships: but after what befel
Let these relate, my tongue's too weak to tell.





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