Footnotes

Sic: probably a misprint for "be found?"--ED.

John King, B. of Lond.

Hen. King, now B.C.

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DAMAN AND DORUS. AN HUMBLE EGLOG.

29th MAY 1660.

[Songs and other Poems. By Alex. Brome, Gent. London, Printed for Henry Brome, at the Gun in Ivy-Lane, 1661.

The Second Edition corrected and enlarged, 1664.

The Third Edition enlarged. London, Printed for Henry Brome, at the Star in Little Brittain, 1668.]

To my ingenious Friend Mr. BROME, on his various and excellent Poems: An humble Eglog. Written the 29 of May, 1660.

DAMAN and DORUS.

DAMAN.

Hail happy day! Dorus sit down: Now let no sigh, nor let a frown Lodge near thy heart, or on thy brow. The King! the King's return'd! and now Let's banish all sad thoughts and sing We have our Laws, and have our King.

DORUS.

'Tis true, and I would sing, but oh! These wars have sunk my heart so low 'Twill not be rais'd.

DAMAN. What not this day? Why 'tis the twenty ninth of May: Let Rebels spirits sink; let those That like the Goths and Vandals rose To ruine families, and bring Contempt upon our Church, our King, And all that's dear to us, be sad; But be not thou, let us be glad. And, Dorus, to invite thee, look, Here's a Collection in this Book, Of all those chearful Songs, that we Have sung so oft and merilie

As we have march'd to fight the cause Of Gods Anointed, and our Laws Such Songs as make not the least ods Betwixt us mortals and the Gods: Such Songs as Virgins need not fear To sing, or a grave Matron hear. Here's love drest neat, and chast, and gay As gardens in the month of May; Here's harmony, and Wit, and Art, To raise thy thoughts, and chear thy heart.

DORUS.

Written by whom?

DAMAN.

A friend of mine, And one that's worthy to be thine: A Civil Swain, that knows his times For business, and that done makes Rhymes; But not till then: my Friend's a man Lov'd by the Muses; dear to Pan: He blest him with a chearful heart: And they with this sharp wit and Art, Which he so tempers, as no Swain, That's loyal, does or mould complain.

DORUS.

I wou'd fain see him:

DAMAN.

Go with me Dorus, to yonder broad beech-tree, There we shall meet him and Phillis, Perrigot, and Amaryllis, Tityrus, and his dear Clora, Tom and Will, and their Pastora: There wee'l dance, shake hands and sing, We have our Laws, God bless the King. IZ. WALTON.