SWEET bird that sing'st away the early hours WILLIAM DRUMMOND. THE PRAISE OF A SOLITARY LIFE. THRICE happy he who by some shady grove, But doth converse with that eternal love. O how more sweet is bird's harmonious moan, Than those smooth whisperings near a prince's throne, WILLIAM DRUMMOND. HAPPINESS OF THE SHEPHERD'S LIFE. THRICE, oh thrice happy, shepherd's life and state! When courts are happiness' unhappy pawns! His cottage low and safely humble gate Shuts out proud Fortune with her scorns and fawns: No feared treason breaks his quiet sleep, Singing all day, his flocks he learns to keep; |