10 PROSE HALIEtJTICS. 



You nymphs that in the springs and waters sweet 

 Your dwelling have, of every hill and dale. 



And oft amid the meadows green do meet 

 To sport and play, and hear the nightingale; 



And in the rivers fresh do wash your feet, 

 While Progne's sister tells her woful tale; 



Such ayd and power unto my verses lend. 



As may suffice this little work to end. 



And thou, sweet Boyd, that with thy wat'ry sway 

 Dost wash the chffes of Deighnton and of Week, 



And through their rocks with crooked winding way, 

 Thy mother Avon runnest soft to seek; 



In whose fair streams the speckled trout doth play. 

 The roach, the dace, the gudgin, and the bleike; 



Teach me the skOl with slender hne and hook 



To take each fish, of river, pond, and brook. 



Oh let me rather on the pleasant brinke 

 Of Tyne and Trent possess some dweUing-plaoe, 



Where I may see my quUl and cork down sinke, 

 With eager bite of barbell, bleike, or dace. 



And on the world and his Creatour thinke, 

 While they proud Thais' painted cheek embrace. 



And with the fume of strong tobacco-smoke. 



And quaffing round, are ready for to choke. 



Let them that list these pastimes then pursue, 

 And on their pleasing fancies feed their fill; 



So I the fields and meadows green may view. 

 And by the rivers fresh may walke at wille. 



Among the daisies and the violets blue, 

 Bed hyaomth and yellow dafibdiU, 



Purple narcissus, Kke the morniug rayes. 



Pale ganderglas, and asor culverkayes. 



I count it better pleasure to behold 

 The goodly compasse of the lofty skie, 



And in the midst thereof, like burning gold, 

 The flaming chariot of the world's great eye; 



The watry clouds that in the ayre uprold 

 With sundry kinds of painted colours flie; 



And faire Aurora, lifting up her head. 



All blushing rise from old Tithonus' bed. 



