Let never myrtle on thy banks delight;
But willows pale, the leads of spite and blame,
Crown thy ungratefull shores with scorn and shame:
Let dirt and mud thy lazie waters seize,
Thy weeds still grow, thy waters still decrease;
Nor let thy wretched love to Gripus ever cease."
P. 13. ed. 1633.
See also the "Masque," in Beaumont and Fletcher's Maid's Tragedy, Act I. vol. i. p. 17. edit. 1750.
On l. 936. (G.):—
"And here and there were pleasant arbors pight,