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And as I wake sweet music breathe, &c.
This thought is taken from Shakespear's Tempelt. A&I. Scene II. “Where should this mufic be? i' th' air, or th' earth?
I hear it now above me.”
L Y CI DA S.
Bring the rathc primrose, that forsaken dies.
The primrose, being an eariy flower, is at first very acceptable; and being a lasting flower, it continues, till it is put out of countenance by those which are more beautiful ; and so dies, for saken, and neglected.
Whilst thee the shores, &c.
Shores is improper; and I fancy it should be Sholes; the shallow waters ; brevia. So Æn. I. 115.
Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore.
It is pleasant to observe how the most anti-papistical Poets are inclined to canonize, and then to invoke their friends, as faints. See Poem on the Fair Infant, Stanz. X.
Tomorrow to fresh woods, and pastures new,
Theocritus, Idyll. I. 145.
Xaipet'• fyw do trapeso xa és úsepov ädsov çow.
But it is time to give over, and to apply to other things.