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And yet

After the heav'nly tune, which none can hear
Of human mold with gross unpurged ear :

such music worthieft were to blaze
The peerless highth of her immortal praise, 75
Whose luftre leads us, and for her most fit,
If my inferior hand or voice could hit
Inimitable founds, yet as we go,
Whate'er the kill of lesser Gods can show,
I will affay, her worth to celebrate,
And so attend ye toward her glittering state ;
Where ye may all that are of noble item,
Approach, and kiss her facred vesture's hem.




ER the smooth enameld green,
Where no print of step hath been,

Follow me as I fing,

And touch the warbled tring,
Under the shady roof
Of branching elm tar-proof.

Follow me,
I will bring you where she fits,
Clad in splendor,as befits

Her deity.
Such a rural Queen
All Arcadia hath not seen.




TYmphs and Shepherds, dance no more

By sandy Ladon's lillied banks,
On old Lycæus or Cyllene hoar

Trip no more in twilight ranks,
Though Frymanth your loss deplore,
A better foil fhall give ye thanks.


From the stony Mænalus
Bring your flocks, and live with us,


shall have greater grace,
To serve the Lady of this place.
Though Syrinx your Pan's mistress were,
Yet Syrinx well might wait on her.

Such a rural Queen
All Arcadia hath not seen,


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The EARL of BRIDGEWATER, then President


The Copy of a Letter written by Sir HENRY

WOTTON, to the Author' upon the following Poem.

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From the college, this 10th of April, 1638. SIR,

T was a special favor, when you lately bestowed

upon me here the first taste of Your acquaintance, “ tho' no longer than to make me know, that I “ wanted more time to value it, and to enjoy it rightly. “ And in truth, if I could then have imagined Your far“ther stay in these parts, which I understood afterwards

by Mr. H., I would have been bold, in our vulgar ~ phrase, to mend my draught, for You left me with an

extreme thirst, and to have begged Your conversation again jointly with Your faid learned friend, at a poor meal or two, that we might have banded to

gether some good authors of the ancient time, among “ which I observed You to have been familiar.

“ Since Your going, You have charged me with new

obligations, both for a very kind letter from You, “ dared the fixth of this month, and for a dainty piece “ of entertainment that came therewith; wherein I ** fhould much commend the tragical part, if the lyrical “ did not ravish with a certain Doric delicacy in Your " songs and odes, wherein I must plainly confess to have “ feen yet nothing parallel in our language, Ipfa molli“ ties. But I must not omit to tell you, that I now * only owe You thanks for intimating unto me, how ** modestly foever, the true artificer. For the work it« self I had viewed some good while before with fingular

delight, having received it from our common friend 66 Mr. R. in the very close of the late R's poems printed $6 at Oxford; whereunto it is added, as I now suppose, " that the accessory might help out the principal, ac



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* cording to the art of ftationers, and leave the reader

con la bocca dolce.

“ Now, Sir, concerning Your travels, wherein I may " challenge a little more privilege of discourse with you; “ I sappole, You will not blanch Paris in Your way. " Therefore I have been bold to trouble You with a few “ Lines to Mr. M. B. whom you shall easily find attending the

young Lord S. as his governor; and You may surely receive from him good directions for " shaping of Your farther journey into Italy, where he “ did reside by my choice some time for the king, after ¢ mine own recess from Venice.

“ I should think, that Your best line will be thro' ► the whole length of France to Marseilles, and thence by sea to Genoa, whence the passage into Tucany is

diurnal as a Gravesend barge. I hasten, as You “ do, to Florence or Sienna, the rather to tell You a “ short story, from the interest You have given me in “ Your fafety.

" At Sienna I was tabled in the house of one Alberto “ Scipione, an old Roman courtier in dangerous times, “ having been steward to the Duca di Pagliano, who " with all his family were strangled save this only man, “ that escaped by foresight of the tempeft. With « him I had often much chat of those Affairs ; into “ which he took pleasure to look back from his native harbour; and at my departure toward Rome, which "' had been the center of his experience, I had won « confidence enough to beg his advice, how I might carry “ myself securely there without offense of others or of

my own conscience: Signor Arrigo meo, says he, i “ pensieri fretti, & il viso kciolto, that is, Your thoughts “ close, and Your countenance loose, will go safely over “ the whole world. Of which Delphian oracle (for fo “ I have found it). Your judgment doth need no com

mentary; and therefore, Sir, I will commit You with “ it to the best of all securities, God's dear love, re.

maining Your friend, as much at command as any of “ longer date.

H. Wotton.


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