TEMPERANCE

What? this a Scolding School, How now? so High God? and so loud withal? Whose doing wast placest you two there to braule? Pray mark the Assembly, look upon e'm well, Think where you are, and let that rude thought quell Your unbeseeming difference, 'tis not here As at a Pit, here's Reverence, Worth, and Fear. She says but right in that, No, nor you neither, You're Both Extremes, therefore no place for you, Lightness becomes not, nor Severity, It must me between both, and I am She, Too Light, is bade, and too Severe as Vild, But both well tempered, makes the mixture mild, As I stand now between you, so it makes A perfect Virtue up, when it partakes Of each, and comes no nearer then I do, And Virtue made, We have no need of you, Vanish, be gone. So, Thus things should have their be coming grace, For Temperance fits the Reverence of this place: Grave Senators, in goodness still increased! Long may you Live to celebrate this Feast, This blessed Season of true Joy compiled In which fair Heaven and Man were reconcilde Music? thou modest Servant to this place, Raise chased Delight, to do this Season grace.