COWLEY’ S ODE TO EVELYN.

Whilst from the cloistered schools rushed forth in view

The eager Bachelors, on lucre bent,

Or life voluptuous; even the studious few,

Oblivious mostly, if they ever knew

What Nature mirrored and fair learning meant;

Thou, better taught, on worthier aims intent,

Short distance from the Pilgrims’ sea-washed street

Thine orchard planted; grove and garden there,

And sheltering coppice hide thy mansion neat,

By winding alley reached, and gay parterre;

Where cordial welcome chosen friends shall meet,

From courteous host and graceful lady fair;

Then thy choice fruits we taste, thy wisdom hived,

England’ s rare Evelyn in thee revived.