En la Forest a mainte chose.
En la Forest on se repose.
En la Forest faict beau chasser,
Beau Chanter, beau le temps passer,
Beau composer en Ryme et prose.
Toutz motz joyeux on y propose.
On y Rid, on Raille, on Marmose,
Et s'il pleut on vient s'adresser
En la Forest.
Maint connyn y est en sa crose,
Et maint Ruysseau qui l'...
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These Fevered Days — to take them to the Forest
Where Waters cool around the mosses crawl —
And shade is all that devastates the stillness
Seems it sometimes this would be all —VER. 3-6, originally thus:--
Chaste Goddess of the woods,
Nymphs of the vales, and Naiads of the floods,
Lead me through arching bowers, and glimmering glades.
Unlock your springs, &c.
VER. 25-28. Originally thus:--
Why should I sing our better suns or air,
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