e　these　bins　replenished。　Next；　like　a　bishop　consecrate　my　ground；　That　lucky　fairies　here　may　dance　their　round；　And；　after　that；　lay　down　some　silver　pence；　The　master's　charge　and　care　to　recompence。　Charm　then　the　chambers；　make　the　beds　for　ease；　More　than　for　peevish　pining　sicknesses；　Fix　the　foundation　fast；　and　let　the　roof　Grow　old　with　time；　but　yet　keep　weather…proof。
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  HIS　GRANGE；　OR　PRIVATE　WEALTH
  Though　clock；　To　tell　how　night　draws　hence；　I've　none；　A　cock　I　have　to　sing　how　day　draws　on：　I　have　A　maid；　my　Prue；　by　good　luck　sent；　To　save　That　little；　Fates　me　gave　or　lent。　A　hen　I　keep；　which；　creeking　day　by　day；　Tells　when　She　goes　her　long　white　egg　to　lay：　A　goose　I　have；　which；　with　a　jealous　ear；　Lets　loose　Her　tongue；　to　tell　what　danger's　near。　A　lamb　I　keep；　tame；　with　my　morsels　fed；　Whose　dam　An　orphan　left　him；　lately　dead：　A　cat　I　keep；　that　plays　about　my　house；　Grown　fat　With　eating　many　a　miching　mouse：　To　these　A　Trasy　I　do　keep；　whereby　I　please　The　more　my　rural　privacy：　Which　are　But　toys；　to　give　my　heart　some　ease：　Where　care　None　is；　slight　things　do　lightly　please。
  *34*
  A　PASTORAL　UPON　THE　BIRTH　OF　PRINCE　CHARLES：　PRESENTED　TO　THE　KING；　AND　SET　BY　MR　NIC。　LANIERE
  THE　SPEAKERS：　MIRTILLO；　AMINTAS；　AND　AMARILLIS
  AMIN。　Good　day；　Mirtillo。　　MIRT。　And　to　you　no　less；　And　all　fair　signs　lead　on　our　shepherdess。　AMAR。　With　all　white　luck　to　you。　　MIRT。　But　say；　What　news　Stirs　in　our　sheep…walk？　　AMIN。　None；　save　that　my　ewes；　My　wethers；　lambs；　and　wanton　kids　are　well；　Smooth；　fair；　and　fat；　none　better　I　can　tell：　Or　that　this　day　Menalchas　keeps　a　feast　For　his　sheep…shearers。　　MIRT。　True；　these　are　the　least。　But　dear　Amintas；　and　sweet　Amarillis；　Rest　but　a　while　here　by　this　bank　of　lilies；　And　lend　a　gentle　ear　to　one　report　The　country　has。　　AMIN。　From　whence？　　AMAR。　From　whence？　　MIRT。　The　Court。　Three　days　before　the　shutting…in　of　May；　（With　whitest　wool　be　ever　crown'd　that　day！）　To　all　our　joy；　a　sweet…faced　child　was　born；　More　tender　than　the　childhood　of　the　morn。　CHORUS：Pan　pipe　to　him；　and　bleats　of　lambs　and　sheep　Let　lullaby　the　pretty　prince　asleep！　MIRT。　And　that　his　birth　should　be　more　singular；　At　noon　of　day　was　seen　a　silver　star；　Bright　as　the　wise　men's　torch；　which　guided　them　To　God's　sweet　babe；　when　born　at　Bethlehem；　While　golden　angels；　some　have　told　to　me；　Sung　out　his　birth　with　heav'nly　minstrelsy。　AMIN。　O　rare！　　But　is't　a　trespass；　if　we　three　Should　wend　along　his　baby…ship　to　see？　MIRT。　Not　so；　not　so。　　CHOR。　But　if　it　chance　to　prove　At　most　a　fault；　'tis　but　a　fault　of　love。　AMAR。　　But；　dear　Mirtillo；　I　have　heard　it　told；　Those　learned　men　brought　incense；　myrrh；　and　gold；　From　countries　far；　with　store　of　spices　sweet；　And　laid　them　down　for　offerings　at　his　feet。　MIRT。　'Tis　true；　indeed；　and　each　of　us　will　bring　Unto　our　smiling　and　our　blooming　King；　A　neat；　though　not　so　great　an　offering。　AMAR。　　A　garland　for　my　gift　shall　be；　Of　flowers　ne'er　suck'd　by　th'　thieving　bee；　And　all　most　sweet；　yet　all　less　sweet　than　he。　AMIN。　And　I　will　bear　along　with　you　Leaves　dropping　down　the　honied　dew；　With　oaten　pipes；　as　sweet；　as　new。　MIRT。　And　I　a　sheep…hook　will　bestow　To　have　his　little　King…ship　know；　As　he　is　Prince；　he's　Shepherd　too。　CHOR。　Come；　let's　away；　and　quickly　let's　be　drest；　And　quickly　give：the　swiftest　grace　is　best。　And　when　before　him　we　have　laid　our　treasures；　We'll　bless　the　babe：then　back　to　country　pleasures。
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  A　DIALOGUE　BETWIXT　HIMSELF　AND　MISTRESS　ELIZA　WHEELER；　UNDER　THE　NAME　OF　AMARILLIS
  My　dearest　Love；　since　thou　wilt　go；　And　leave　me　here　behind　thee；　For　love　or　pity；　let　me　know　The　place　where　I　may　find　thee。
  AMARIL。　　In　country　meadows；　pearl'd　with　dew；　And　set　about　with　lilies；　There；　filling　maunds　with　cowslips；　you　May　find　your　Amarillis。
  HER。　　What　have　the　meads　to　do　with　thee；　Or　with　thy　youthful　hours？　Live　thou　at　court；　where　thou　mayst　be　The　queen　of　men；　not　flowers。
  Let　country　wenches　make　'em　fine　With　posies；　since　'tis　fitter　For　thee　with　richest　gems　to　shine；　And　like　the　stars　to　glitter。
  AMARIL。　　You　set　too…high　a　rate　upon　A　shepherdess　so　homely。　HER。　　Believe　it；　dearest；　there's　not　one　I'　th'　court　that's　half　so　comely。
  I　prithee　stay。　　AMARIL。　　I　must　away；　Let's　kiss　first；　then　we'll　sever；　AMBO　　And　though　we　bid　adieu　to　day；　We　shall　not　part　for　ever。
  *36*
  A　BUCOLIC　BETWIXT　TWO；　LACON　AND　THYRSIS
  LACON。　　For　a　kiss　or　two；　confess；　What　doth　cause　this　pensiveness；　Thou　most　lovely　neat…herdess？　Why　so　lonely　on　the　hill？　Why　thy　pipe　by　thee　so　still；　That　erewhile　was　heard　so　shrill？　Tell　me；　do　thy　kine　now　fail　To　fulfil　the　milking…pail？　Say；　what　is't　that　thou　dost　ail？
  THYR。　　None　of　these；　but　out；　alas！　A　mischance　is　come　to　pass；　And　I'll　tell　thee　what　it　was：　See；　mine　eyes　are　weeping　ripe。　LACON。　　Tell；　and　I'll　lay　down　my　pipe。
  THYR。　　I　have　lost　my　lovely　steer；　That　to　me　was　far　more　dear　Than　these　kine　which　I　milk　here；　Broad　of　forehead；　large　of　eye；　Party…colour'd　like　a　pye；　Smooth　in　each　limb　as　a　die；　Clear　of　hoof；　and　clear　of　horn；　Sharply　pointed　as　a　thorn；　With　a　neck　by　yoke　unworn；　From　the　which　hung　down　by　strings；　Balls　of　cowslips；　daisy　rings；　Interplaced　with　ribbonings；　Faultless　every　way　for　shape；　Not　a　straw　could　him　escape；　Ever　gamesome　as　an　ape；　But　yet　harmless　as　a　sheep。　Pardon；　Lacon；　if　I　weep；　Tears　will　spring　where　woes　are　deep。　Now；　ai　me！　　ai　me！　　Last　night　Came　a　mad　dog；　and　did　bite；　Ay；　and　kill'd　my　dear　delight。
  LACON　　Alack；　for　grief！　THYR。　　But　I'll　be　brief。　Hence　I　must；　for　time　doth　call　Me；　and　my　sad　playmates　all；　To　his　evening　funeral。　Live　long；　Lacon；　so　adieu！
  LACON　Mournful　maid；　farewell　to　you；　Earth　afford　ye　flowers　to　strew！
  *37*
  A　PASTORAL　SUNG　TO　THE　KING
  MONTANO；　SILVIO；　AND　MIRTILLO；　SHEPHERDS
  MON。　　Bad　are　the　times。　　SIL。　　And　worse　than　they　are　we。　MON。　　Troth；　bad　are　both；　worse　fruit；　and　ill　the　tree：　The　feast　of　shepherds　fail。　　SIL。　　None　crowns　the　cup　Of　wassail　now；　or　sets　the　quintel　up：　And　he；　who　used　to　lead　the　country…round；　Youthful　Mirtillo；　here　he　comes；　grief…drown'd。　AMBO。　　Let's　cheer　him　up。　　SIL。　Behold　him　weeping…ripe。　MIRT。　Ah；　Amarillis！　　farewell　mirth　and　pipe；　Since　thou　art　gone；　no　more　I　mean　to　play　To　these　smooth　lawns；　my　mirthful　roundelay。　Dear　Amarillis！　　MON。　　Hark！　　SIL。　　Mark！　　MIRT。　　This　earth　grew　sweet　Where；　Amarillis；　thou　didst　set　thy　feet。　AMBO　　Poor　pitied　youth！　　MIRT。　　And　here　the　breath　of　kine　And　sheep　grew　more　sweet　by　that　breath　of　thine。　This　dock　of　wool；　and　this　rich　lock　of　hair；　This　ball　of　cowslips；　these　she　gave　me　here。　SIL。　　Words　sweet　as　love　itself。　　MON。　　Hark！　MIRT。　　This　way　she　came；　and　this　way　too　she　went；　How　each　thing　smells　divinely　redolent！　Like　to　a　field　of　beans；　when　newly　blown；　Or　like　a　meadow　being　lately　mown。　MON。　　A　sweet　sad　passion　MIRT。　　In　dewy　mornings；　when　she　came　this　way；　Sweet　bents　would　bow；　to　give　my　Love　the　day；　And　when　at　night　she　folded　had　her　sheep；　Daisies　would　shut；　and　closing；　sigh　and　weep。　Besides　（Ai　me！）　since　she　went　hence　to　dwell；　The　Voice's　Daughter　ne'er　spake　syllable。　But　she　is　gone。　　SIL。　　Mirtillo；　tell　us　whither？　MIRT。　　Where　she　and　I　shall　never　meet　together。　MON。　　Fore…fend　it；　Pan！　　and　Pales；　do　thou　please　To　give　an　end。。。　　MIRT。　　To　what？　　SIL。　　Such　griefs　as　these。　MIRT。　　Never；　O　never！　　Still　I　may　endure　The　wound　I　suffer；　never　find　a　cure。　MON。　　Love；　for　thy　sake；　will　bring　her　to　these　hills　And　dales　again。　　MIRT。　　No；　I　will　languish　still；　And　all　the　while　my　part　shall　be　to　weep；　And　with　my　sighs　call　home　my　bleating　sheep；　And　in　the　rind　of　every　comely　tree　I'll　carve　thy　name；　and　in　that　name　kiss　thee。　MON。　　Set　with　the　sun；　thy　woes！　　SIL。　　The　day　grows　old；　And　time　it　is　our　full…fed　flocks　to　fold。　CHOR。　　The　shades　grow　great；　but　greater　grows　our　sorrow：　But　let's　go　steep　Our　eyes　in　sleep；　And　meet　to　weep　To…morrow。
  *38*
  TO　THE　WILLOW…TREE
  Thou　art　to　all　lost　love　the　best；　The　only　true　plant　found；　Wherewith　young　men　and　maids　distrest　And　left　of　love；　are　crown'd。
  When　once　the　lover's　rose　is　dead　Or　laid　aside　forlorn；　Then　willow…garlands；　'bout　the　head；　Bedew'd　with　tears；　are　worn。
  When　with　neglect；　the　lover's　bane；　Poor　maids　rewarded　be；　For　their　love　lost　their　only　gain　Is　but　a　wreath　from　thee。
  And　underneath　thy　cooling　shade；　When　weary　of　the　light；　The　love…spent　youth；　and　love…sick　maid；　Come　to　weep　out　the　night。
  *39*
  THE　FAIRY　TEMPLE；　OR；　OBERON'S　CHAPEL
  DEDICATED　TO　MR　JOHN　MERRIFIELD；　COUNSELLOR　AT　LAW
  RARE　TEMPLES　THOU　HAST　SEEN；　I　KNOW；　AND　RICH　FOR　IN　AND　OUTWARD　SHOW；　SURVEY　THIS　CHAPEL　BUILT；　ALONE；　WITHOUT　OR　LIME；　OR　WOOD；　OR　STONE。　THEN　SAY；　IF　ONE　THOU'ST　SEEN　MORE　FINE　THAN　THIS；　THE　FAIRIES'　ONCE；　NOW　THINE。
  THE　TEMPLE
  A　way　enchaced　with　glass　and　beads　There　is；　that　to　the　Chapel　leads；　Whose　structure；　for　his　holy　rest；　Is　here　the　Halcyon's　curious　nest；　Into　the　which　who　looks；　shall　see　His　Temple　of　Idolatry；　Where　he　of　god…heads　has　such　store；　As　Rome's　Pantheon　had　not　more。　His　house　of　Rimmon　th