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FROM THE “MEMORABLE MASK.”

Silvan. Tell me, gentle Hour of Night,

Wherein dost thou most delight?

Hour. Not in sleep!

Silvan. Wherein, then?

Hour. In the frolic view of men.

Silvan. Lov’st thou music?

Hour. Oh, ’tis sweet!

Silvan. What’s dancing.

Hour. E’en the mirth of feet.

Silvan. Joy you in fairies, or in elves.

Hour. We are of that sort ourselves.

But, Silvan, say, why do you love

Only to frequent the grove?

Silvan. Life is fullest of content

When delight is innocent.

Hour. Pleasure must vary, not be long;

Come, then, let’s close, and end the song.

Dr. Thomas Campion 1607.