TIIE LANGUAGE OF FLO WEB A. 15 
Kot y e t seen in the court. Hunting the buck, 
I found him sitting by a fountain’s side, 
Of which he borrowed some to quench his thirst, 
And paid the nymph again as much in tears : 
A garland lay him by, made by himself 
Of many several flowers, bred in the bay, 
Stuck in that mystic order, that the rareness 
delighted me. But ever when he turned 
Dis tender eyes upon ’em, he would weep, 
As if ho meant to make ’em grow again, 
Seeing such pretty helpless innocence 
Dwell in his face, I asked him all his story. 
De told me that his parents gentle died, 
Deaving him to the mercy of the fields, 
” hich gave him roots, and of the crystal springs, 
^ T hich did not stop their courses ; and the smi, 
^hich still, he thanked him, yielded him his 
iight, 
Then took he up his garland, and did show 
^ hat every flower, as country people hold, 
Did signify ; and how all, ordered thus, 
Expressed his grief : And, to my thoughts, did 
read 
The prettiest lecture of his country art 
That could be wished. I gladly entertained him , 
^ho was as glad to follow, and have got 
^he trustiest, loving’ st, and the gentlest boy, 
^ hat ever master kept. Him will I send 
T° Wait on you, and bear our hidden love.” 
Beaumont and Fletcher. 
