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Show 170 TO EMS. 12. La deffus sefiend <une voute, Si fombre en une certain endroit, Que quand Phoebus y defcendroit, Je penfe quil ny verroit goute. Le fommeil aux pefans fourcis, Enchante d'un mome filenct, T doit bien loin de tous foucis, Dans les bras de U nonchalance, Lafchement couch'e fur le dos, Deffus des gertes de pavots. 13. Au creux de cette grotte frefche. Ok Vamour fe pourroit geler, Eccho ne ceffe de brafler Pour fon Amant, froid, & revefche. Je my boule fans fdire bruit, Et par la celefte harmonie X K ^ doux Lut, aux charmes inftruit, je flatte fa tripe manieh j Faifant repeter mes accords, A la voix qui luy fert de corps. 14. .001T Tantoft fort ant de.^ej; mines, Je monte au hautM* €e rochef, Dont le fommet femble cherchex En quel lieu fe font les bruines : Pais je defends tout a loifir Sous une falai%e efcarpee, D'ou je regarde avec plaifir Vonde qui Va prefque fappee Jft^qHauxfeige de Pa\ertion, Fait d'efponges & de Limon. T O E M S. 12. Below there does a Cave extend Wherein there is fo dark a Grot, That fhould the Sun himfelf defcend, I think he could not fee a jot. Here fleep within a heavy lid In quiet fadnefs locks up fenfe And every care he does forbid, ? Whilft in the arms of negligence Lazily on his back he's fpread, And fheaves of Poppy are his Bed. i3. Within this cool and hollow Cave, Where Love it felf might turn to Ice, Poor Eccho ceafes not to rave O n her Narcifsm wild and nice ; Hither I foftly fteal a thought, And by the fofter Mufick made With a Sweet Lute in charms well taught Sometimes I flatter her fad fliade, ' Whilft of m y Chords I make fuch choice, They ferve as body to her voice* When from thefe mines I retire, This horrid Rock I do invade, Whofe lofty brow feems to enquire O f what materials mifts are made: From therice defcending leifurely . Under the brow of this fteep hill, It with great pleafure I defcry By Waters undermin'd, until They to PaUmons feat did climb, Compos'd of Spunges and of Slime. A a 2 |
