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II. SON G.

'ER the fmooth enamel'd green,
Where no print of step hath been,
Follow me as I fing,

And touch the warbled ftring,

Under the fhady roof

Of branching elm star-proof.
Follow me,

I will bring you where the fits,
Clad in fplendor as befits
Her deity.

Such a rural Queen

All Arcadia hath not feen,

III. S O N G.

Nymphs more

By fandy Ladon's lillied banks,

On old Lycæus or Cyllene hoar

Trip no more in twilight ranks, Though Erymanth your lofs deplore,

A better foil fhall give ye thanks.

From the ftony Mænalus

Bring your flocks, and live with us,
Here ye fhall have greater grace,
To ferve 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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PRESENTED

At LUDLOW-CASTLE, 1634.

BEFORE

The EARL of BRIDGEWATER, then Prefident of WALES.

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,

IT was a special favor, when You lately be 66 ftowed 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 farther ftay 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 ex"treme thirst, and to have begged your converfati“ on again jointly with Your faid learned friend, aț a poor meal or two, that we might have banded "together fome good authors of the ancient time, among which I obferved You to have been fa

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"Since Your going, You have charged me with new obligations, both for a very kind letter from "You,dated the fixth of this month, and for a dain86 ty 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 fongs and odes, where" in I must plainly confefs to have feen yet nothing "parallel in our language, Ipfa mollities. But I "muft not omit to tell You, that I now only owe "You thanks for intimating unto me, how mo "deftly foever, the true artificer. For the work " itself I had view'd some good while before with

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