In Book 2 we have such satire as this, of the “fawning citizen,”
Who “lives a Knave to leave his sonne a Knight”;
such strong lines as this of the sea:—
The vast insatiate Sea doth still devour;
such vivid pictures as this:—
The whistling Reeds upon the water’s side,
Shot up their sharpe heads in a stately pride;
or sweetly-soothing verses like these, on the stillness of nightfall:—
Onely the curled Streames soft chidings kept;
And little Gales that from the greene leafe swept