1See how Arachne
doth her Howres Pass 2In weaving Tincile
on the verdent Grass 3Look how it glitters, now the Sun doth Rise
4The Bane of Harmles Sheep, and death of flyes
5And over it the Slow and Unctious
Snayl 6In winding Knots doth draw a Slimey Trayl
7The cheerfull Lark as in the Ayr Shee Flyes
8And on this Gossomeire
casts down her eyes 9Takes it for Merrours Laid by Rurall Swains
10And therefore fears to Light
upon the plains
11But with alacrity aloft shee Flyes
12And early Sings her Morning sacrifice
13And in her Language magnifies his Name
14From whose imensity all creatures came
15Doe thou my Soul Sing too, let none on earth
16Or Ayr beyond thee goe, think on thy Birth
17For though my Body’s dust, thou art a Spark
18Celestiall, For Shame out Sing the Lark
19Shee hath but one life that Shee Spends in praise
20Tho hast and Shallt
have two, yet wat’s
thy dayes 21In Bleeding
Sighs, and Fruitless briney tears 22In Melancholly thoughts vain causles
Fears 23Learn thou of this Sweet Ayry Chorister
24Doe thou her cheerfull Actions Register
25For I have Seen Walking one Summers day
26To take the Ayr when Flora
did display 27Her youthfull Pride as Shee did smileing Pass
28Shee threw her Flowered Mantle
on the Grass 29Which Strait allured a Sunburnt Rurall Clown
30To come and Mow thes Fadeing Bevties Down
31Unbracet
unblest hee doth with hast repair 32This valley to deflower
, then Temp
more faire 33Thus Stoo’d in Sweet
this Gripple
hide bound
Slave
34Cuts nere the Ground the greater Crop to have
35Greedy of gain and Sweltring him hee high’d
36Mowing by chance neare where a Spring did Glide
37That in her Purling Language
Seend
to chide 38Because hee Rob’d her of her chiefest pride
39But hee Regardles of her murmering Woe
40Still nearer to the Rill
did Stradling
Goe 41In this Sweet place the Lark tooke Such delight
42Because it Shadey was and out of Sight
43By this cool Rivolet Shee took Such Pleasure
44That here Shee placed her Young even
all her treasure 45Was here inclosed, in one round little nest
46Which this indulgent Bird warm’d with her brest
47And by the Eccho
of this Bubling Spring 48Shee meant to teach her Ayry Young to Sing
49But in a Moment all her
Joys were Quasht 50In twinckling of an eye her hopes were Dasht
51For this bold Scoundrill without Fear or wit
52Her Pritty Globe like Nest
in Sunder Split 53Some are in Middle Cut, Some of their Head
54Thus all her Young are either Maimd or Dead
55One not quite Kild doth weakly Fly about
56Which Soon perceived is by this Rude Lowt
57Who Throws his Syth away to it doth Run
58Meaning to carry it to his little
Son
59Which having caught and it ins Pocket put
60Withs Swetty Glove hee doth’t in prison Shut
61Next day hee Gives it to his crying Squale
62Who in a thred
this pretty Bird doth Hale
63Hither and thither, as his fond desire
64Him Leads but ear’t
bee Night it doth expire 65The poor old Dam
Seeing this Sad Massacker 66With heavie Heart to her light Wings betake her
67Yet Hovering below in hope to find
68Some of her Brood according to their kind
69To Follow her, but Seeing at Last’s ther’s none
70That doth Survive Shee Sadly makes her moan
71Yet mounts, and Sings, Though in a Sadder Tone
72Thus as thou art afflicted here below
73My troubled Soul
, Still nearer Heaven goe 74Let every trouble Some Heart breaking Cross
75Like Surly Billowes to thy Haven thee Toss
76And As thy Friends And Lovly Children Die
77Soe thou my Soul to Heaven for Comfort Fly
78There doe thou place thy whole and Sole delight
79There There are Joys nere Seen by Mortall Sight
80Bee thou Possest my Soul with those true Joys
81And thou Shalt Find worldly delights meer toys
82Fix thou thy mind where those true pleasures dwell
83Thou Shalt noe leasure have to feare a Hell
84And when Death ceaseth on thy Mortall Part
85Thou mayest indure it with a constant Heart
86And when thy Last Friends close thy Roleing Eye
87Then chang thy place but not thy company
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