L'Allegro. Line 121.

Such sights as youthful poets dream

On summer eyes by haunted stream.

Then to the well-trod stage anon,

If Jonson's learned sock be on,

Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child,

Warble his native wood-notes wild.

L'Allegro. Line 129.

And ever against eating cares

Lap me in soft Lydian airs,