Fables from Boccacio and ChaucerNew ed., with engravings; and a prefatory essay . A squire among the swains, and pleasd with ba. corn and cattle were his only his supreme delight a country fair. It happend on a suraraers holiday, ^ That to the greenwood-shadc he took his way ; jFor Cymon shunnd the church, and usd not jmuch to pray. J His quarterstaff, which he coud neer forsake,Hung half before and half behind his trudgd along unknowing what he sought,And whistled as he went, for want of thought. By chance conducted, or by thirst deep recesses of t
Fables from Boccacio and ChaucerNew ed., with engravings; and a prefatory essay . A squire among the swains, and pleasd with ba. corn and cattle were his only his supreme delight a country fair. It happend on a suraraers holiday, ^ That to the greenwood-shadc he took his way ; jFor Cymon shunnd the church, and usd not jmuch to pray. J His quarterstaff, which he coud neer forsake,Hung half before and half behind his trudgd along unknowing what he sought,And whistled as he went, for want of thought. By chance conducted, or by thirst deep recesses of the grove he gaind ;Where in a plain, defended by the wood, t Crept through the matted grass a crystal flood, \By Avhich an alabaster fountain stood: J And on the margin of the fount was laid(Attended by her slaves) a sleeping maid :Like Diau, and her nymphs, when, tird with sport,To rest by cool Eurotas they dame herself the goddess well expressd,Not more distinguishd by her purple vest,ThiiU by the charming features of her evn in slumber a superior grace;. (p/um^n r t^J^A/^Pti^^ Ltmd^n, FuhhskeJ hv Cidtil ScVuvt^s Strand Ju}^- lo/S. •TMON AND IPHIGENIA. 191 Her comely limbs composd vith decent body shaded with a slight smar ;Her bosom to the view was only bare;Where two beginning paps were scarcely yet their places were but fanning wind upon her bosom blows ;To meet the fanning wind the bosom rose;The fanning wind and purling streams continueher fool of nature stood with stupid eyesAnd gaping mouth, that testifyd surprise,Fixd on her face, nor coud remove his sight,New as he was to love, and novice in delight:Long mute he stood, and leaning on his staff,His wonder witnessd with an idiot laugh ;Then would have spoke, but by his glimmering senseFirst found his want of words, and feard offence :Doubted for what he was he should be his clown accent and his country tone. Through the rude chaos thus the running
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