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

Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, When Adam wak'd, so custom'd; for his sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred.

Let not England forget her precedence of teaching nations how to live.

Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower.

So scented the grim Feature, and upturn'd His nostril wide into the murky air, Sagacious of his quarry from so far.

Now I see Peace to corrupt no less than war to waste.

And out of good still to find means of evil.