Seft. I. of Fofeft TreeSi ip5 



Oft at the Corner of a Wood I meet 



The Word I wanted^ and my Verfe compIedL 



And in another Place, 



Tbere^ dear Lamoignon, in an eajie Mind^ 

 That Peace ^ in Cities never founds I find ^ 

 My lonely Hours I to my Profit turn, 

 Is'or vpajte the Time, vphofe Lofs in Totcfn we 



[mourni 



And again, in recounting the Benefits of 

 them to Poetry : 



The Sylvan Shade and Silence I require 

 7o animate my Voice, and feed my Fire. 



But here, as if he intended to make the 

 Shades his everlafting Afylufn: 



O hlefsd Abodes ! dear delicious Shade ! 

 Had I for you, or you for me, been made^ 

 How gladly would I fix my wandring Courfe 

 Withyou! HowmllingheartheWorUrsDivorce! 

 And only blefs'dinyours, her Char/as forget 5 

 Renounce her Pleafures, and to your s retreat. 



Mr. Ozdl 



Indeed^ I cann*t but think I may, with the 

 univerfal Confent of Mankind, fuppofe, that 

 nothing on this fide Heav n is comparable to 

 it : And this is moft excellently defcrib'd by 

 Milton, in that memorable Paflage of his, 



O 2 where 



