From “An Elegy on a Friend’s Passion for His Astrophill”

  WITHIN these woods of Arcadia
He chiefe delight and pleasure tooke,
And on the mountaine Parthenie,
Upon the chrystall liquid brooke,
  The Muses met him ev’ry day,
  That taught him sing, to write, and say.

  When he descended downe the mount,
His personage seemed most...