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 Ere morrow wake, or the low-rooted larke From her thatch't palate rowe, if otherwie I can conduct you Ladie to a low But loyall cottage, where you may be afe Till further quet.La. Shepheard I take thy word, And trut thy honet offer'd courteie, Which oft is ooner found in lowly heds With moakie rafters, then in taptrie halls, And courts of Princes, where it firt was nam'd, And yet is mot prætended: in a place Lee warranted then this, or lee ecure I cannot be, that I hould feare to change it, Eye me blet Providence, and quare my triall To my proportion'd trength. Shepheard, lead on.—


 * Eld bro. Vnmuffle, yee faint tars, and thou fair moon

That wontt to love the travailers benizon Stoope thy pale viage through an amber cloud And diinherit Chaos, that raigns here In double night of darknee, and of hades; Or if your influence be quite damm'd up With black uurping mits, ome gentle taper Though a ruh candle from the wicker hole Of ome clay habitation viit us With thy long levell'd rule of treaming light And thou halt be our tarre of Arcadie Or Tyrian Cynoure.2 Bro. Or if our eyes Be barr'd that happinee, might we but heare The folded flocks pen'd in their watled cotes, Or ound of patoral reed with oaten tops, Or whitle from the Lodge, or village cock Count