 | The Sad Shepherd :or, A Tale of Robin-Hood |  |
Scene I.
Aeglamour.Here! she was wont to goe! and here! and here!
Just where those Daisies, Pincks, and Violets grow:
The world may find the Spring by following her;
For other print her aerie steps neere left:
Her treading would not bend a blade of grasse!
Or shake the downie Blow-ball from his stalke!
But like the soft West-wind, she shot along,
And where she went, the Flowers tooke thickest root,
As she had sow'd 'hem with her odorous foot.
| The Sad Shepherd :or, A Tale of Robin-Hood | |