DAMAN.
A friend of mine,
And one that's worthy to be thine:
A Civil Swain, that knows his times
For business, and that done makes Rhymes;
But not till then: my Friend's a man
Lov'd by the Muses; dear to Pan:
He blest him with a chearful heart:
And they with this sharp wit and Art,
Which he so tempers, as no Swain,
That's loyal, does or mould complain.
DORUS.
I wou'd fain see him:
DAMAN.
Go with me
Dorus, to yonder broad beech-tree,
There we shall meet him and Phillis,
Perrigot, and Amaryllis,
Tityrus, and his dear Clora,
Tom and Will, and their Pastora:
There wee'l dance, shake hands and sing,
We have our Laws,
God bless the King.
IZ. WALTON.
FOOTNOTES
[1] Have sung with mirth and merry-gle:—1661.
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