Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile.
Our plenteous streams a various race supply, The bright-eyed perch with fins of Tyrian dye, The silver eel, in shining volumes roll'd, The yellow carp, in scales bedropp'd with gold, Swift trouts, diversified with crimson stains, And pikes, the tyrants of the wat'ry plains.
Every woman is at heart a rake.
Curse on all laws but those which love has made.
Age and want sit smiling at the gate.
The dances ended, all the fairy train For pinks and daisies search'd the flow'ry plain.