Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.

Goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems.

Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.

The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.

It is lawful and hath been held so through all ages for any one who have the power to call to account a tyrant or wicked king, and after due conviction to depose and put him to death.

Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.

Herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.