Without the sure guess of well-practised feet. 310

Comus. I know each lane, and every alley green,

Dingle, or bushy dell, of this wild wood,

And every bosky bourn from side to side,

My daily walks and ancient neighborhood;

And, if your stray attendance be yet lodged, 315

[Or shroud within these limits], I shall know

Ere morrow wake, or the low-roosted lark

[From her thatched pallet rouse]. If otherwise,

I can conduct you, Lady, to a low