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'ER the smooth enamel'd green,
Follow me as I sing,
And touch the warbled ftring,
By fandy Ladon's lillied banks,
Trip no more in twilight ranks,
A better soil shall give ye thanks.
shall have greater grace,
Such a rural Queen
M A SK
At LUDLOW-CASTLE, 1634.
The EARL of BRIDGEWATER, then President
The Copy of a Letter written by Sir HENRY
stowed upon me here the first tafte 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 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 ex“ treme thirst, and to have begged your converfati« on again jointly with Your said learned friend, at
a poor meal or two, that we might have banded “ together fome good authors of the ancient time, l' among which I observed You to have been fa« miliar.
“ 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 dain"ty piece of entertainment, that came therewith ; " wherein I should much commend the tragical a part, if the lyrical did not ravish with a certain " Doric delicacy in Your songs and odes, where* “ in I must plainly confess to have seen 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 mox “ dekly foever, the true artificer. For the work " itfelf I had view'd some good while before with