IZAAK WALTON AND HIS FRIENDS 



Tityrus, and his dear Chlora, 

 Tom and Will, and their Pastora : 

 There we'll dance, shake hands, and sing 

 We have our Laws, 



God bless the King. 



Iz. Walton. 



To MY Reverend Friend the Author of 

 "The Synagogue"^ 



(1661). 



Sir, 

 I lov'd you for your Synagogue, before 

 I knew your person ; but now love you more ; 



Because I find 

 It is so true a picture of your mind ; 



Which tunes your sacred lyre 



To that eternal quire 



Where holy Herbert sits 



(0 shame to prophane wits) 

 And sings his and your Anthems, to the praise 

 Of Him that is the first and last of daies. 



These holy Hymns had an Ethereal birth : 

 For they can raise sad souls above the earth, 

 And fix them there, 



^ The Synagogne ; or, the Shadow of the Temple. Sacred poems 

 and private ejaculations in imitation of Mr George Herbert. See 

 Notes and Queries, 8th S. VII., pp. 326 and 479. 



