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A civil swain, that knows his times 

 For businessc, and that done, makes rhymes, 

 But not till then : my Friend?* 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. 

 / would fain see him. 



DAMON. 

 Go with me, 



Dorus, to yonder broad beech tree, 

 There we shall meet him and Phi/Us, 

 Perigot, and Amaryllis, 

 Tttyrus, and his dear Ch/ora, 

 Tom and Will, and their Pastora : 

 There we'll dance, shake hands, and sing 

 We have our Laws, 



GOD BLESS THE KlNG. 



IZ. WALTON. 



To my Reverend Friend the Author of 



the Synagogue 



(1661) 



Sir, 



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 



(O shame to prophane wits] 

 And sings his and your Anthems, to the praise 

 Of Him that is the first and last of dates. 



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