Where ye may all that are of noble ftem Approach, and kiss her facred vefture's hem. II. SONG. 'ER the fmooth enamel'd green, And touch the warbled ftring, Under the fhady roof Of branching elm ftar-proof. Follow me, I will bring you where the fits, Such a rural Queen All Arcadia hath not feen. mundani corporis fphæræ novem funt. &c. 72. After the heav'nly tune, which none can hear &c] To the fame purpofe Shakespear speaking likewife of the mufic of the fpheres. Merchant of Venice, A&t 5. Sc. 1. There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'ft, 95 III. SONG. N III. S o N G. Ymphs and Shepherds dance no more On old Lycæus or Cyllene hoar Trip no more in twilight ranks, Though Erymanth your lofs deplore, A better foil fhall give ye thanks. From the ftony Mænalus Bring your flocks, and live with us, 100 Here ye fhall have greater grace, To ferve the Lady of this place. Though Syrinx your Pan's mistress were, Yet Syrinx well might wait on her. Such a rural Queen All Arcadia hath not feen. 105 and it might properly be faid to have lillied banks, fince Dionyfius, as I find him quoted by Farnaby, has call'd it Eυκαλαμον ποταμον xaι eüsepavov Aadwva. A |