HERE stood the elme, whose shade so mildly dim
Doth nourish all that groweth under him;
Cipresse, that like piramids rune topping,
And hurt the least of any by their dropping;
The alder, whose fat shadow nourisheth,
Each plant set neere to him long flourisheth ;
The heavy-headed plane-tree, by whose shade

The grasse grows thickest, men are fresher made;
The oake, that best endures the thunder-shocks;
The everlasting ebene, cedar, boxe ;

The olive that in wainscot never cleans;

The amorous vine which in the elme still weaves ;
The lotus, juniper, where worms ne'er enter;
The pyne, with whom men through the ocean venter;
The war-like yeugh, by which (more than the lance)
The strong-arm'd English spirits conquer'd France.
Among the rest the tamariske there stoode,
For huswife's besoms only knowne most goode;
The cold-place-loving birch, and servis-tree;

The walnut-loving vales, the mulberry;

The maple, ashe, that doe delight in fountains,
Which have their currents by the side of mountains ;
The laurell, mirtle, ivy, date, which hold
Their leaves all winter, be it ne'er so cold;
The firre, that oftentimes doth rosins drop;
The beach, that scales the welkin with his top.
All these, and thousand more, within this grove,
By all the industry of nature strove

To frame an arbour that might keep within it,
The best of beauties that the world hath in it.

Browne.

SONG.

UNDER the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me,

And tune his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,

Come hither, come hither, come hither;
There shall he see

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

Who doth ambition shun
And loves to live i' the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,

And pleased with what he gets,

Come hither, come hither, come hither;
There shall he see

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

Shakspeare.