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 Thus, holding high Discourse, they came to Where The cursed was at his wonted Trade; Still tempting heedless Men into his Snare, In witching, as I before have said. But when he saw, in goodly Geer array'd, The grave majestic Knight approaching nigh, And by his Side the Bard so sage and staid, His Countenance fell; yet oft his anxious Eye

Nathless, with feign'd Respect, he bade give back The Rabble-Rout, and welcom'd them full kind; Struck with the noble Twain, they were not slack His Orders to obey, and fall behind. Then he resum'd his Song; and, unconfin'd, Pour'd all his Music, ran through all his Strings: With magic Dust their he tries to blind, And Virtue's tender Airs o'er Weakness flings.