REN ATI RAPINI. S. J. HORTORUM 



Lib. II. NEMUS. 



Me nemora, atque omnis nemorum pulcherrimus ordo 

 Et spatia, umbrandum late fundenda per hortum 

 Invifant, &c. 



Thus made English by my late son Evelyn. 



Long rows of trees and woods my pen invite, 

 With shady walks a garden's chief delight : 

 For nothing without them is pleasant made : 

 They beauty to the ruder country add. 

 Ye woods and spreading groves afford my muse 

 That bough, with which the sacret poets use 

 T' adorn their brows ; that by their pattern led, 

 I with due laurels may impale my head. 



Methinks the oaks their willing tops incline, 



Their trembling leaves applauding my design ; 



With joyful murmurs, and unforc'd assent, 



The woods of Gaule accord me their consent. 



Cithaeron I, and Menalus despise, 



Oft grac'd by the Arcadian deities ; 



I, nor Molorchus, or Dodona's grove, 



Or thee crown'd with black oaks, Calydne love ; 



Cyllene thick with cypress too I fly ; 



To France alone my genius I apply, 



Where noble woods in ev'ry part abound, 



And pleasant groves commend the fertile ground. 



If on thy native soil thou dost prepare 



T' erect a villa, you must place it there, 



Where a free prospect do's it self extend 



Into a garden whence the sun may lend 



His influence from the east ; his radiant heat 



Should on your house through various windows beat ; 



