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SIR MARTYN.
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XII.
An ample field of Britiſh clime I ween,
A field which never by poetick Eyes
Was viewd from hence. Thus, though the rural ſcene
Has by a thouſand artiſts pencild beene,
Some other may, from other point, explore
A view full different, yet as faire beſeene:
So ſhall theſe lawns preſent one lawnſkepe more;
For certes where we ſtand ſtood never wight before.
XIII.
Fleet as he ſpake ſtill roſe the imagerie
Of all he told depeinten to the ſight;
It was, I weet, a goodly baronie:
Beneath a greene-clad hill, right faire to ſee,
The caſtle in the ſunny vale yſtood;
All round the eaſt grew many a ſheltering tree,
And on the weſt a dimpling ſilver flood
Ran through the gardins trim, then crept into the wood.
