And carol loud, and lead the Miller's round,
All were Elisa one of thilk same ring;
So might our Cuddie's name to heaven sound.
CUD. Indeed the Romish Tityrus, I hear,
Through his Mecænas left his oaten reed,
Whereon he erst had taught his flocks to feed,
And laboured lands to yield the timely ear,
And eft did sing of wars and deadly dreed
So as the heavens did quake his verse to hear.
But ah! Mecænas is yclad in clay,