Nympha libethris, or, The Cotswold muse presenting some extempore verses to the imitation of yong [sic] scholars : in four parts.
Barksdale, Clement, 1609-1687.
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XXVI. Sudeley to Rowill.
ROwill, the Hills, on which thou sitst, do not
So much exalt thee, as my Lord, thou'st got
Into thy bosom, when I desert ly,
Vouchsaft perhaps a glance of's passing eye.
I must confess, at present thy low roof
(The Hils too're fitter for his Horses hoof)
Excels my Turr•ts, and whilst He is there,
Sudeley is scarce said to continue here.
The time will come, if our Hopes be not vain,
When Sudeley shall be Sudeley once aga•n:
And Thou, my envy'd Rowill (no more harm
I wish thee) shalt return into a Farm.
