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often-mention'd Seraphick Cowley • which, 

 tho*. it be in fome Hands already, is a 

 Work that may not be feen by many of 

 my ProfeiGon, for whofe fake this is in a 

 great meafure calculated 5 fince there is no- 

 thing that will more enlarge and fweeten the 

 Minds of Man, than fuch Poems as thefe : 

 And how much of that kind is wanting to 

 thofe Perfons, every ingenious Man will 

 readily own. 



The worthy Mr. Covpley afore-named de 

 ferves a greater Encomium than can poflibly 

 be given him by fo mean a Pen, for his 

 fweet Thought on thefe Amufements. Thus 

 he begins; 



Ha^py the Man whom bounteous Gods allow 

 With his own Hands Paternal Ground to plough : 

 Like the firfi Mortals, happy he^ 

 From Busnefs and the Cares of Money free. 

 Hot human Storms at Land break off his Sleep, 

 Nor loud Alarms of Nature on the Deep. 

 From all the Cheats of Law he lives jecure. 

 Nor does th' Affront of Palaces e7idure. 

 Sometimes the beauteous marrigeable Vine 

 Into the lujly Bridegroom^Ebn does joy n : 

 So?netimes the barren Trees around^ 

 And grafts new Life into the fruitful IFcund. 

 Sometimes he pears his Flock^ a?id fometimes he 

 Stirs up the golden Jreafures of the Tree, 

 He fees the Lowing Herds walk e'er the Plai?i 

 Whilfi neighbWwg Hills Low back the fame 

 again. And 



