"Great things to compare with Small."

"Britany, from all the World disjoyn'd."

"Sweet Youth, in Colour no such trust repose."

"Thus every one pursue their own delights."

"Now fields are green, and trees bear silver buds."

"Ambush'd in grass, a deadly Serpent lyes."

"Begin, sweet Babe, with smiles thy Mother know."

"O Divine Poet, me thy Verses please More than soft slumber laid in quiet ease."

"Arcadians both, in youth both flourishing, Both match'd to sing, to answer both prepar'd."

"The hope of my poor Flock."