Their vertuous odours, from his perfum'd nest,

He tooke his flight to everlasting rest.

There shine great Lord, and with propitious eyes,

Looke downe, and smile upon this sacrifice.

[28] his. 1634, 1635.

[29] wit. 1634.

To my worthy Cousin Mr. E. C.
In praise of the City life, in the long Vacation.

I Like the greene plush which your meadows weare;

I praise your pregnant fields, which duly beare