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that they both damp'd his mirth and took up so much of his time and thoughts, that he himfelfe had not leisure to take the sweet content that I, who pretended no title, took in his fields; for I could there sit quietly, and looking on the water, fee fishes leaping at Flies of several shapes and colours; looking on the Hils, could behold them spotted with Woods and Groves; looking down the Meadows, could fee here a Boy gathering Lillies and Ladysmocks, and there a Girle cropping Culver keys and Cowslips, all to make Garlands futable to this pleasant Month of May; these and many other Field-flowers so perfum'd the air,that I thought this Meadow like the field in Sicily (of which Diodorus speaks) where the perfumes arising from the place, makes all dogs that hunt in it,to fall ofF,and to lose their hottest sent. I say, as I thus fate joying in mine own happy condition,and pittying that rich mans that
ought ought this, and many other pleasant Groves and Meadows about me, I did thankfully remember what my Saviour said, that the meek pojsess the earth; for indeed they are free from those high, those restless thoughts and contentions which corrode the sweets of life. For they, and they only,can fay as the Poet has happily exprest it.
Hail blejl ejiate of poverty!
Happy enjoyment of such minds,
As rich in low contentednefs.
Can, like the reeds in roughest winds, Byyeelding make that blow butsmal At which proud Oaks and Cedarssal.
Gentlemen,these were a part of the thoughts that then posiest me, and I there made a conversion of a piece of an old Ketch, and added more to ic,fittingthem tobesungbyus Anglers: Come, Master, you can ling well, you must sing a part of it as it is in this paper.
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Pet. I marry Sir, this is Mustck indeed, this has cheered my heart, and made me to remember six Verses in praise of Mustck, which I will ipeak to you instantly.
Mustek, miraculous Rhetorick, thatspeak'Jl sense
Without a tongue,excelling eloquence;
With what ease might thy errors be excusd
Wert thou as truly lov'd as th'art abusd.
But though dullsouls negleil, and some reprove thee,
I cannot hate thee, 'cause the Angels love thee.
Pi/cat. Well remembred, brother Peter, these Verses came seasonably. Come, we will all joine together, mine Hoste and all, and sing my Scholers Ketch over again, and then each man drink the tother cup and to bed, and thank God we have a dry house over our heads.
Pise. Well now, good night to every body.
Pet. And so say I.
Viat. And so say I.