The Fifth Met of the Second Book
The former age, but too much blest
With fruitful fields, content did rest
Not with dul luxury yet lost,
Their hunger staid with little cost;
A slender chesnut them suffis'd,
They had not yet the way devis'd
To mix live hony with their wine;
Nor were they grown so proudly fine
In their apparel, as to staine,
White fleeces in a purple graine.
On sallets sup'd, sweet sleep they took,
And drink had from the running brook;
The lofty pine was then their shade,
Not yet through deep seas did they wade;
With fruitful fields, content did rest
Not with dul luxury yet lost,
Their hunger staid with little cost;
A slender chesnut them suffis'd,
They had not yet the way devis'd
To mix live hony with their wine;
Nor were they grown so proudly fine
In their apparel, as to staine,
White fleeces in a purple graine.
On sallets sup'd, sweet sleep they took,
And drink had from the running brook;
The lofty pine was then their shade,
Not yet through deep seas did they wade;
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