APPENDIX. 201 



Alexander Brown's Songs, and other Poems. 

 Commendatory Verses by Walton. 



TO MY INGENUOUS FRIEND, MR. BROWN, ON HIS VARIOUS AND 

 EXCELLENT POEMS. AN HUMBLE ECLOG. 

 Written on the 29th May, 1660. 

 Damon and Dorcs. 

 Damon. 

 Hail, happy day : Dorus, sit down. 

 Now let no sigh, nor let a frown 

 Lodge near thy heart, or on thy brow. 

 The King! the King's returned ! and now 

 Let'.s banish all sad thoughts, and sing 

 We have our Laws, and have our King. 



DoRus. 

 'Tis true, and I would sing, but oh 1 

 These wars have shrunk my heart so low, 

 'Twill not be rais'd. 



Damon. 

 What, not this day 1 

 Why, 'tis the twenty-ninth of May: 

 Let Rebels' spirits sink : let those 

 That, like the Goths and Vandals, rose 

 To ruin families, and bring 

 Contempt upon our Church, our King, 

 And all that's dear to us, be sad : 

 But be not thou ; let us be glad. 

 And Dorus, to invite thee, look. 

 Here's a collection in this book 

 Of all those cheerful songs, that we 

 Have sung with mirth and merry glee : 

 As we have march'd to fight the cause 

 Of God's anointed, and our laws : 

 Such songs as make not the least odds 

 Betwi.\t us mort-ils and the Gods ; 

 Such songs as Virgins need not fear 

 To sing, or a grave matron hear. 

 Here's love drest neat, and chaste, and gay, 

 As gardens in the month of May ; 

 Here's harmony, and wit, and art, 

 To raise thy thoughts and cheer thy heart. 



Dorus. 

 Written by whom 1 



Damon. 

 A Friend of mine, 

 And one that's worthy to be thine : 

 A civil swain, that knows his times 

 For businesse, and that done, makes rhymes, 

 But not till then : my Friend's a man 

 Lov'd by the Muses ; dear to Pan ; 

 He blest him with a cheerful heart 

 And they with this sharp wit and art. 

 Which he so tempers, as no swain 

 That's loyal, does or should complain. 



Dorus. 

 I would fain see him. 



Damon. 

 Go with me, 



Dorus, to yonder broad beech tree 

 There we shall meet him and Phillis, 

 Perigot, and Amaryllis. 

 Tityrus, and his dear Chlora, 

 Tom and Will, and their Pastora, 



?ART 11. 9* 



