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 And fell Charybdis murmur'd soft applause: Yet they in pleasing slumber lull'd the sense, And in sweet madnes rob'd it of it self, But such a sacred, and home-felt delight, Such sober certainty of waking bliss I never heard till now. Ile speak to her And she shall be my Queen. Hail forren wonder Whom certain these rough shades did never breed Unlesse the Goddes that in rurall shrine Dwell'st here with Pan, or Silvan, by blest Song Forbidding every bleak unkindly Fog To touch the prosperous growth of this tall Wood.
 * La.Nay gentle Shepherd ill is lost that praise

That is addrest to unattending Ears, Not any boast of skill, but extreme shift How to regain my sever'd company Compell'd me to awake the courteous Echo To give me answer from her mossie Couch.
 * Co.What chance good Lady hath bereft you thus?
 * La.Dim darknes, and this heavy Labyrinth.
 * Co.Could that divide you from neer-ushering guides?
 * La.They left me weary on a grassie terf.
 * Co.By falshood, or discourtesie, or why?
 * La.To seek i'th vally som cool friendly Spring.
 * Co.And left your fair side all unguarded, Lady?
 * La.They were but twain, and purpos'd quick return.
 * Co.Perhaps fore-stalling night prevented them.
 * La.How easie my misfortune is to hit!
 * Co.Imports their loss, beside the present need?
 * La.No less then if I should my brothers loose.
 * Co.Were they of manly prime, or youthful bloom?
 * La.As smooth as Hebe's their unrazor'd lips.
 * Co.Two such I saw, what time the labour'd Oxe

In his loose traces from the furrow came, And the swink't hedger at his Supper sate; I saw them under a green mantling vine Rh