Such are those thick and gloomy shadows damp
Oft seen in Charnell vaults, and Sepulchers
Lingering, and sitting by a new made grave,
As loath to leave the body that it lov'd,
And link't it self by carnal sensualty
To a degenerate and degraded state.
2 Bro.How charming is divine Philosophy!
Not harsh, and crabbed as dull fools suppose,
But musical as is Apollo's lute,
And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets,
Where no crude surfet raigns.Eld. Bro.List, list, I hear
Som far off hallow break the silent Air.
2 Bro.Methought so too; what should it be?
Eld. Bro.For certain
Either som one like us night-founder'd here,
Or els som neighbour Wood-man, or at worst,
Som roaving Robber calling to his fellows.
2 Bro.Heav'n keep my sister, agen agen and neer,
Best draw, and stand upon our guard.
Eld. Bro.Ile hallow,
If he be friendly he comes well, if not,
Defence is a good cause, and Heav'n be for us.
Com not too neer, you fall on iron stakes else.
Spir.What voice is that, my young Lord? speak agen.
2 Bro.O brother, 'tis my fathers Shepherd sure.
Eld. Bro.Thyrsis? Whose artful strains have oft delaid
The huddling brook to hear his madrigal,
And sweeten'd every muskrose of the dale,
How cam'st thou here good Swain? hath any ram
Slip't from the fold, or young Kid lost his dam,
Or straggling weather the pen't flock forsook?
How couldst thou find this dark sequester'd nook?
Spir.O my lov'd masters heir, and his next joy,
