"But let the Kentish lad, that lately taught
His oaten reed the trumpets silver sound,
Young Thyrsilis; and for his music brought
The willing spheres from Heav'n, to lead around
The dancing nymphs and swains, that sung, and crown'd
Eclectas Hymen with ten thousand flowers
Of choicest praise, and hung her heav'nly bow'rs
With saffron garlands, dress'd for nuptial paramours:
Let his shrill trumpet, with her silver blast
Of fair Eclecta, and her spousal bed,