How manfully of late my self I quit,
When with that lordly lad by chance I strive:
Cl. Of friendship Mela! let’s that story hear.
Mel. Sit down Cleanthes then, and lend thine ear.
Upon a day as best did please my mind
Walking abroad amidst the verdant field
Scattering my carefull thoughts i’ th’ wanton wind
The pleasure of my path so farre had till’d
My feeble feet that without timely rest
Uneath it were to reach my wonted nest.