Made me by art more cunning in the same.
"Fro thence I durst in derring to compare
With shepheard's swain whatever fed in field;
And, if that Hobbinol right judgment bare,
To Pan his own self pipe I need not yield:
For, if the flocking nymphs did follow Pan,
The wiser Muses after Colin ran.
"But, ah! such pride at length was ill repaid;
The shepheard's god (perdie, god was he none)
My hurtless pleasance did me ill upbraid,