S. O. Oct. 17. 1717.
I walk'd all the Way between London and Exeter.
At the Crown at Harlow.
When Daizies gay, and Violets blue,
And Cowslips with their yellow Hue,
And Lady's Smocks of Silver white,
Paint all the Meadows with Delight,
Then shall I meet my charming Fair,
On ouzy Banks to take the Air;
There shall we taste delicious Love,