Wherein the Nymphs do bathe;
The salt Medway, that trickling streams
Adown the dales of Kent,
Till with his elder brother Themes
His brackish waves be ment.
Here grows melampode every where,
And terebinth, good for goats;
The one my madding kids to smear,
The next to heal their throats.
Hereto, the hills be nigher heaven,