...thee with flow'rs, which fear not rage of days. THE PRAISE OF A SOLITARIE LIFE. THRICE happy he who hy some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world, doth live his own, Thou solitary, who is not alone, But doth converse with that eternal love. O how more sweet is bird's...

...That's all a dreame, learne in this prince's fall, In whom, save death, nought mortall was at all. THRICE happy he who by some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world, doth live his own, Though solitary, who is not alone, But doth converse with that eternall love : O how more sweet is...

...kills, charms, Of God, death, hell, the wrath, the life, the harms. THE PRAISE OF A SOLITARY LIFE. THRICE happy he who by some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world, doth live his own, Though solitary, who is not alone, But doth converse with that eternal love. O how more sweet is bird's...

...the hoof of a rhinoceros, almost as much as a human hand ; but what feats have they not performed ? ' Thrice happy he, who, by some shady grove, ' Far from the clamorous world, doth live his own ; ' Though solitary, who is not alone, ' But doth converse with that Eternal Love. ' O how more sweet...

...That's all a dreame, learne in this prince's fall, In whom, save death, nought mortall was at all. THRICE happy he who by some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world, doth live his own, Though solitary, who is not alone, But doth converse with that eternall love : O how more sweet is...

...thee. Ah ! if I were my own, your dear resorts I would not change with princes' stateliest courts. THRICE happy he who by some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world, doth live his own. Though solitary, who is not alone, But doth converse with that eternal love : O how more sweet is bird's...

...The sun posts westward, passed is thy morn, And twice it is not given thee to be born. RETIREMENT. THRICE happy he, who by some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world, doth live his own, Though solitary, who is not alone, But doth converse with that eternal love. Oh! how more sweet is...

...to touch thee deign, Like widow'd turtle still her lose complain. [The Рпш of a Solitary Lift.] the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may hi? nrt. Thou solitary, who is not alone. But doth converse with that eternal love. 0 how more sweet...

...mind dost raise To airs of spheres,4 yea, and to angels' lays ! Drummond. THE PLEASURES OF RETIREMENT. THRICE happy he who by some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world, doth live his own : 5 Though solitary, who is not alone, But doth converse with that eternal love ! Oh, how more sweet...

...wandering outcast now I roam, Exiled from England — my native home. «. NoRTOn. THRICE HAPPY HE. TDRICE happy he who by some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world, doth love his own, Though solitary, who is not alone, But doth converse with that eternal Love ; Oh, how...