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Straight mine eye hath caught new
Whilst the landscape round it measu
Russet lawns, and fallows gray,
Where the nibbling flocks do stray,
Mountains, on whose barren breast
The lab'ring clouds do often rest ;
Meadows trim with daisies pied,
Shallow brooks, and rivers wide.
Towers and battlements it sees
Bosom'd high in tufted trees,
Where perhaps some Beauty lies,
The Cynosure of neighb'ring eyes.
Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes,
From betwixt two aged oaks,
Where Corydon and Thyrsis met,
Are at their savoury dinner set
Of herbs, and other country messes,

35 messes] Sylv. Du Bartas, p. 171.

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und rebecks sound
outh, and many a maid,
the chequer'd shade;

and old come forth to play
ne holiday,

-long daylight fail;

spicy nut-brown ale,

told of many a feat, Tab the junkets eat; ch'd, and pull'd, she said, Friars' lanthorn led,

e drudging Goblin sweat, cream-bowl duly set,

e night, ere glimpse of morn, y flail hath thresh'd the corn, y-lab'rers could not end;

m down the lubber fiend,

'd out all the chimney's length,

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There is a pretty tale of a witch that had the Dout her, God bless us, that had a gyaunt to her called Lob-lye-by-the-fire.' Knight of the B. sc. 1. Warton.

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With store of ladies, whose bright e
Rain influence, and judge the prize
Of wit, or arms, while both contend
To win her grace, whom all commen
There let Hymen oft appear
In saffron robe, with taper clear,
And pomp, and feast, and revelry,
With mask, and antique pageantry,
Such sights as youthful poets dream
On summer eves by haunted stream.
Then to the well-trod stage anon,
If Jonson's learned sock be on,
Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's ch
Warble his native wood-notes wild.

And ever against eating cares,

Lap me in soft Lydian airs,

120 weeds] Troilus and Cressida, act iii. sc. • Great Hector in his weeds of pea

122 Rain] From the Messaggiero of Tas quaggiu della lor virtu.' Black's Life of Tas

eus'self may heave his head en slumber on a bed Elysian flowers, and hear

ns as would have won the ear

to have quite set free

gain'd Eurydice.

elights if thou canst give,

h thee I mean to live.

ysian flowers] See Par. Lost, iii. ver. 359.

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the seat of state, with this song.

SONG I.

Look, Nymphs and Shepherds, look, What sudden blaze of majesty

Is that which we from hence descry, Too divine to be mistook;

This, this is she

To whom our vows and wishes bend; Here our solemn search hath end.

Fame, that her high worth to raise,
Seem'd erst so lavish and profuse,
We may justly now accuse
Of detraction from her praise;
Less than half we find express'd,
Envy bid conceal the rest.

5 This] Jonson's Ent. at Altrope, 1603. 'This is shee,

This is shee,

In whose world of grace,' &c.

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