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36

SONNET.

[This forest is to me the sweetest college]

This forest is to me the sweetest college
Of any, that the outward world can show,
Lacking professors, yet most rich in knowledge,
For vile profession is to virtue foe:
Wisdom doth here in all it's branches grow,
Preaching in stones, and from the senseless wood,
Brawls in the brooks, and, wheresoe'er we go,
The tongueless lecture still is understood:
Our hall a cave, where simple mirth rejoices,
The forest mirth, not gowned, but more free;
Our choristers the birds, whose pleasant voices
In this green chapel fill our hearts with glee:
And for our grave, since that at last must come,
Beneath a beech death finds a quiet home.