XVI.
Oft by the brooke his infant ſteps they led,
And oft the Fays, with many a warbling tone
And laughing ſhape, ſtood round his morning bed:
Such happineſs bloomd fair around his head.
Yet though his mind was formd each joy to taſte,
From him, alas! dear homefelt Joyaunce fled,
Vain meteors ſtill his cheated arms embraced;
Where all ſeemd flowrie gay, he found a dreary waste.
XVII.
Lured by the fragrance of the new-mown hay,
As careleſſe ſauntering through the elm-fenced green,
He with his book beguild the cloſing day,
The dairy-Maide hight Kathrin friſk'd that way;
A roguiſh twinkling look the gypſie caſt,
For much ſhe wiſhd the lemmans part to play;
Nathleſſe unheeding on his way he paſt,
Ne enterd in his heart or wiſh or thought unchaſt.
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