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,