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