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In praise of Learning.

Happy, thrice happy, ô ye sisters still,
That love and live on sweet Parnassus hill;
Blest be your times and tunes, that sit and sing
On flowrie banks by Aganippes Spring.
Blest be the shadie groves where those doe dwell
Which doe frequent that Heliconian Well,
Where learning lives, whereby when men expire,
They are made chanters in the heavenly quire.
That sacred learning, whose inspired notions
Makes Mortalls know heavens high alternat motions:
Trūpets their names unto the christal sky
Though in the grave their bones consuming lie.
Thrice happy those then, to whō learning's given,
Whose lives on earth doe sympathize with heavē.
Whose thoughts are still on high, longing to see


Heavens Tabernacles of Eternity;
Sleighting the world, and spurning at its praise,
Which like Meander runs ten thousand waies.
They (when pale death to dust their corps shall bring)
With quires of Angels shal in heavē sing.