Page:The castle of Indolence - an allegorical poem - Written in imitation of Spenser (IA castleofindolenc00thomiala).pdf/40

 One Day there chaunc'd into these Halls to rove A joyous Youth, who took you at first Sight; Him the wild Wave of Pleasure hither drove, Before the sprightly Tempest tossing light: Certes, he was a most engaging Wight, Of social Glee, and Wit humane though keen, Turning the Night to Day and Day to Night; For him the merry Bell had rung, I ween,

But not even Pleasure to Excess is good, What most elates then sinks the Soul so low; When Spring-Tide Joy pours in with copious Flood, The higher still th' exulting Billows flow, The farther back again they flagging go, And leave us groveling on the dreary Shore: Taught by this Son of Joy, we found it so; Who, whilst he staid, kept in a gay Uproar