At quando lotum Gangis aut Indi fretis
Jam Phoebus attollit caput,
Mentis profundus, & sui totus minor
Irata flectit numina:
Vel cum sereno fulserit dies Jove,
Aprilibusque feriis,
Assueta caelo lumina, in terras vocat
Lateq; prospectum jacit,
Camposq; lustrat, & relucentem sua
Miratur in scena _Deum_.

Assoone as _Phoebus_ head begins t'appeare,
Lately in _Indus_ streames made cleare,
From depth of soule, lesse then himselfe he lies,
And bends the angry pow'rs with cryes:
Or when the Sun shines cleare, the aire serene,
And _Aprill_ Festivals begin,
His eyes, so us'd to Heaven, he downe doth throw,
On a large prospect here below:
He viewes the fields, and wondring stands to see
In's shade the shining Deitie.

En omnis inquit, herba non morantibus
In astra luctatur comis:
Semota caelo lacrymantur, & piis
Liquuntur arva fletibus;
Ligustra canis, & rosae rubentibus
Repunt in auras brachiis;
Astrisque panda nescio quid pallido
Loquuntur ore lilia,
Et sero blandis ingemunt suspiriis,
Et mane rorant lacrymis.
Egone solus, solus in terris piger
Tenace figor pondere?

See how (saies he) each herb with restlesse leaves
To th' starres doth strive and upward heaves:
Remov'd from heaven they weep, the field appeares
All o're dissolv'd in pious teares:
The white-flowr'd Woodbine, and the blushing Rose
Branch into th'aire with twining boughs;
The pale-fac'd Lilly on the bending stalke,
To th'starres I know not what doth talke;
At night with fawning sighes they'expresse their fears
And in the morning drop downe teares.
Am I alone, wretch that I am, fast bound
And held with heavy weight, to th'ground?

Sic & propinquas allocutus arbores,
Et multa coram fontibus
Rivisque fatus, quaerit Auctorem _Deum_
Formosa per vestigia.
Quod si levandas mentis in curas vigil
Ruris suburbani domus,
Quales Lucisci, vel Nemecini Lares,
Udumve Besdani nemus
Rudeis adornet rustica mensas dape
Siccos sub Augusti dies;

Thus spake he to the neighbouring trees, thus he
To th'Fountaines talk'd, and streames ran by,
And after, seekes the great Creator out
By these faire traces of his foot.
But if a lightsome Country house that's free
From care