Are now still charg'd upon your score, Alas! that faculty destroys Those fooneft it defigns to raise; That all affronts do still give place To your impenetrable face ; That makes your way thro' all affairs, You must not think 'twill always pafs; 105 110 115 120 For all impoftors, when they're known, Is that which madmen find, as foon 125 As once they're broke loose from the moon, And proof against her influence, Relapse to e'er fo little sense, To turn stark fools, and fubjects fit For fport of boys, and rabble-wit. 130 PART III. FIRST CANTO. The Argument. The Knight and Squire refolve at once, They both approach the Lady's bower, The Squire t'inform, the Knight to woo her. She treats them with a masquerade, By furies and hobgoblins made; From which the Squire conveys the Knight, And fteals him from himself by night. |