Who Overcomes By Force, Hath Overcome But

Straight Mine Eye Hath Caught New Pleasures Whilst The Landscape Round It Measures, Russet Lawns And Fallows Grey, Where The Nibbling Flocks Do Stray, Mountains On Whose Barren Breast The Labouring Clouds Do Often Rest; Meadows Trim With Daisies Pied, Shallow Brooks, And Rivers Wide.

Who Aspires Must Down As Low As High He Soar'd.

Cedar, And Pine, And Fir, And Branching Palm, A Sylvan Scene, And As The Ranks Ascend Shade Above Shade, A Woody Theatre Of Stateliest View.

O When Meet Now Such Pairs, In Love And Mutual Honour Joined?

Pleas'd Me, Long Choosing And Beginning Late.