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The boy in pieces ; let her coine
lô poeans let us sing,
To physic's and to poesy's king!
Iô pæans let us sing,
BORN 1563.—Died 1631.
From the Poly-olbion-Song the eighteenth.
The praise of Kent.
When now the Kentish nymphs do interrupt her song,
wood: Nor any thing doth want, that any where is good. Where Thames-ward to the shore, which shoots upon
the rise, Rich Tenham undertakes thy closets to suffice With cherries, which we say, the summer in doth bring, Where with Pomona crowns the plump and lustful
spring; From whose deep ruddy cheek, sweet zephyr kisses
steals, With their delicious touch his love-sick heart that heals.
Whose golden gardens seem th’ Hesperides to mock:
name, Upon the pippin stock, the pippin being set; As on the gentle, when the gentle doth beget :: Both by the sire and dame being anciently descended The issue born of them his blood hath much amended The sweeting, for whose sake the plowboys oft make war, The wilding, costard, then the well-known pomwater, And sundry other fruits, of good, yet several taste, That have their sundry names in sundry countries plac'd. Unto whose dear increase the gardener spends his life, With piercer, wimble, saw; his mallet, and his knife;, Oft covereth, oft doth bare the dry and moist'ned root, As faintly they mislike, or as they kindly suit; And their selected plants doth workman-like bestow, That in true order they conveniently may grow, And kills the slimy snail, the worm, and labouring ant, Which many times annoy the graft and tender plant ; Or else maintains the plot much starved with the wet,, Wherein bis daintiest fruits in kernels he doth set: Or scrapeth off the moss, the trees that oft annoy,"
But with these trifling things why idly do I toy, Who any way the time intend not to prolong? To those Thamisian isles now nimbly turns my song..
Fair Shepey and the Greane* sufficiently supply'd,
care, Which Doris, Thetis' nymph, unto the giant bare, With whom those isles he left, and will'd her for his
sake, That in her grandsire's court she much of them would
make : But Tenet, th' eld'st of three, when Albion was to go, Which lov'd her father best, and loth to leave him so, There at the giant raught, which was perceiv'd by chance, This loving isle would else have followed him to France; To make the channel wide that then he forced was, Whereas, some say, before he us’d on foot to pass.
Thus Tenet being stay'd, and surely settled there, Who nothing less than want and idleness could bear, Doth only give herself to tillage of the ground , With sundry sorts of grain whilst thus she doth abound, She falls in love with Stour, which coming down by Wye, And towards the goodly isle, his feet doth nimbly ply. To Canterbury then as kindly he resorts, His famous country thus he gloriously reports : * The Isles of Sheppey and Grain, + Thanet,
# Near Sandwich.
“O noble Kent, quoth he, this praise doth thee belong,
Appearing to the flood, most bravely like a queen, Clad all from head to foot, in gaudy summer's green ; Her mantle richly wrongbt, with sundry flowers and
weeds; Her moistful temples bound, with wreaths of quivering
reeds; Which loosely flowing down, upon her lusty thighs, Most strongly seem to tempt the river’s amorous eyes : And on her loins a frock, with many a swelling plait, Imboss'd with well-spread horse, large sheep, and full
fed neat. Some wallowing on the grass, there lie awhile to batten, Some sent away to kill, some thither brought to fatten ; With villages amongst, oft powthered here and there; And, that the same more like to landskip should appear, With lakes and less er fords, to mitigate the heat In summer when the fly doth prick the gadding neat, Forc'd from the brakes, where late they brouz'd the
velvet buds, In which they lick their hides and chew their sav'ry cuds”