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BY CHARLES COTTON.
(CHARLES COTTON was born at Beresford, in Staffordshire, in 1630, and was educated at Cambridge. Having travelled for some time, he retired to his estate, which had been much embarrassed by his father, and there gave himself up to study and angling, from which he did not permit himself to be diverted. To improve his circumstances, he devoted much of his time to translations. When forty years of age, he obtained a captain's commission ; and he afterwards married the Countess Dowager of Ardglass, who had a jointure of £1,500 a year. But even this did not extricate him from his difficulties, as his wife's fortune was secured to her; and he died insolvent at Westminster, in 1687. Cotton was witty and accomplished ; he was an intimate friend of Izaak Walton.]
FAREWELL, thou busy world, and may
We never meet again;
Than he who his whole age outwears
Good God! how sweet are all things here !
How cleanly do we feed and lie !
What peace, what unanimity!
How I love, at liberty,
Dear Solitude, the soul's best friend,
And all his Maker's wonders to intend,
With thee I here converse at will,
And would be glad to do so still, For it is thou alone that keep'st the soul awake.
How calm and quiet a delight
Is it, alone,
By none offended, and offending none !
O my beloved nymph, fair Dove,
Upon thy flowery banks to lie,
Playing at liberty ;
The all of treachery
I ever learn'd, industriously to try! Such streams Rome's yellow Tiber cannot show;
The Iberian Tagus, or Ligurian Po,
And Loire's pure streams yet too polluted are
Are both too mean,
To vie priority;
() my beloved rocks, that rise
How dearly do I love,
() my beloved caves ! from dog-star's heat,
In the artificial night,
Have I taken, do I take!
In your recesses' friendly shade,
All my sorrows open laid, And my most secret woes intrusted to your privacy !
Lord! would men let me alone,
Should I think myself to be ;
Live but undisturbed and free!
Here, in this despised recess,
Would I, maugre winter's cold,
Without an envious eye