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How pleasant are the Murmuring stream 
In shady Vallyes runinge downe 
Whose raginge torrents as itt seemes 
Just measurs keepe in skpps & bounds 
Then glidinge vnder th’ arbored banks 
As windinge Serpents in the grass 
The sportfull Naides playes ther pranks 
Vpon the watry plaines of Glass 
The christal Elements wherin 
These watry Nimphes delight to swime 
The quiet Marshe I loue to see 
That bounded is wt" willowes round 
With Sallow, Elme, & Popler tree 
W:} Tron yett hath giuen noe wound 
The Nimphes that Come to take fresh Ayre 
Here Rocks & Spindles them prouide 
Mongst Sedge & Bulrush we may heare 
The lepinge Froggs Se wher they hide 
Themselues for feare when they espye 
A Man or Beast approachinge nye 
A hundred thousand Fowle her lye 
All voyd of feare makinge ther Nest 
Noe treachrous Fowler here Comes nye 
Wt mortal gunnes to breake ther rest 
Some ioying in the sunn’s warme beames 
Ther fethers buisily doe plume ‘ 
Whilst others findinge Loue’s hott flames 
In waters allsoe can Consume 
And in all pastimes Inocent 
Are pleased in this Element 
How pleasant is itt to behold 
These ancient Ruinated Towers 
’'Gainst w? the Giants did of old 
W*» Insolence imploye ther Powers 
Now Sayters here ther Sabath keepe 
And Sperits w* our sence inspire 
Wt) frightinge dreames whilst we doe sleepe 
Noe here againe all day retire 
In thousand Chinkes & dusty holes 
Lyes vgly Batts & Scritchinge Owles 
