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Will wade the watrie softnesses. Sometimes
(In quite oppos'de Capriccios) he climes
The hardest Rocks, and highest: euery way
Running their Ridges. Often will conuaie
Himselfe up to a watch-Towrs Top; where sheepe;
Haue their Obseruance: oft through Hills as steepe,
His Gotes he runns upon; and neuer rests.
Then turns he head; and flies on sauage Beasts,
Mad of their slaughters. So most sharpe an eye
Setting vpon them; as his Beames let flie
Through all their thickest Tapistries. And then
(When Hesp'rus calls to folde, the flocks of Men)
From the greene Clossets, of his loftiest Reedes,
He rushes forth; and Ioy, with Song, he feedes.
When, (under shadow, of their motions, set,)
He plaies a verse forth, so profoundly sweet;
As not the Bird that in the flowrie Spring
(Amidds the leaues set) makes the Thickets ring
Of her sowre sorrowes, sweetened with her song,
Runns her diuisions varied so, and strong.
And then the sweete-voic't Nymphs, that crowne his mountaines;
(Flockt round about, the deepe-black-watred fountaines;)
Fall in with their Contention of song.
To which, the Echoes, all the Hills along
Their repercussions add. Then here, and there
(Plac't in the midd'st) the God, the Guide doth beare
Of all their Dances; winding in, and out.
A Lynces Hide (besprinckled round about
(In quite oppos'de Capriccios) he climes
The hardest Rocks, and highest: euery way
Running their Ridges. Often will conuaie
Himselfe up to a watch-Towrs Top; where sheepe;
Haue their Obseruance: oft through Hills as steepe,
His Gotes he runns upon; and neuer rests.
Then turns he head; and flies on sauage Beasts,
Mad of their slaughters. So most sharpe an eye
Setting vpon them; as his Beames let flie
Through all their thickest Tapistries. And then
(When Hesp'rus calls to folde, the flocks of Men)
From the greene Clossets, of his loftiest Reedes,
He rushes forth; and Ioy, with Song, he feedes.
When, (under shadow, of their motions, set,)
He plaies a verse forth, so profoundly sweet;
As not the Bird that in the flowrie Spring
(Amidds the leaues set) makes the Thickets ring
Of her sowre sorrowes, sweetened with her song,
Runns her diuisions varied so, and strong.
And then the sweete-voic't Nymphs, that crowne his mountaines;
(Flockt round about, the deepe-black-watred fountaines;)
Fall in with their Contention of song.
To which, the Echoes, all the Hills along
Their repercussions add. Then here, and there
(Plac't in the midd'st) the God, the Guide doth beare
Of all their Dances; winding in, and out.
A Lynces Hide (besprinckled round about
