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'ER the smooth enamel'd green,
Where no print of step hath been,

Follow me as I sing,

And touch the warbled ftring,
Under the shady roof
Of branching elm star-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,

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III. SONG,

mare

JO

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

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

A better soil shall give ye thanks.
From the stony Mänalus
Bring your flocks, and live with us,
Here

ye

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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XVI.

А

M A SK

PRESENTED

At LUDLOW-CASTLE, 1634.

BEFORE

The EARL of BRIDGEWATER, then President

of WALES.

The Copy of a Letter written by Sir HENRY
WOTTON, to the Author, upon the following
Poem.
From the College, this 10th of April, 1638.

SIR,
IT was a special favor, when you lately be-

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

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