‘Twixt Tamer and that bay, where Hayle pours forth her pride,
‘And let us (nobler nymphs) upon the mid-day side
‘Be frolic with the best. Thou Foy, before us all,
‘By thine own named town made famous in thy fall,
‘As Low amongst us here; a most delicious brook,
‘With all our sister nymphs, that to the noonsted look,
‘Which gliding from the hills, upon the tinny ore,
‘Betwixt your high-rear’d banks, resort to this our shore;
‘Lov’d streams, let us exult, and think ourselves no less
‘Than those upon their side, the setting that possess.’