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Page 40 - But I myself, with half the Peake surrounded, Eight hundred four-score and four yards have sounded; And though of these four-score returned back wet, The plummet drew, and found no bottom yet; Though when I went to make a new essay, I could not get the lead down half the way.
Page 21 - Neptune's ruder sort of roaring boys, But boils and simmers up, as if the heat That warms her waves, that motion did beget. But where's the wonder ? for it is well known, Warm and clear fountains in the Peak are none; Tho, the whole province with them so abound.
Page 21 - That, bubbling six foot off, joyns both in one: But yet so cold withal, that who will stride When bathing, cross the Bath but half so wide, Shall in one body, which is strange, endure 360 At once an Ague, and a Calenture.
Page 76 - The Groves, whose curled brows shade every Lake, Do every where such waving Landskips make, As Painters baffl'd Art is far above, Who waves, and leaves could never yet make move.
Page 74 - And see her oval front in th' chrystal brook; But that she has better reflexion From a large mirror, nearer, of her own. For a fair lake, from wash of floods unmix t. Before it lies an area spread betwixt. Over this pond, opposite to the gate, A bridge of curious structure, strength and state, Invites you to pass over it, where dry You trample may on shoals of wanton fry. With which those breeding waters do abound. And better carps...