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But still on our Journey went we,
First or Last did 'like content me.

Thence to Helperby I turned,
Desolate and lately burned:
Not a Taphouse there but mourned,
Being all to Ashes turned;
Whence I swiftly did remove me,
For Thirst-sake, as did behove me.

Thence to * Topcliff, Musick call'd I,
In no comely Posture fail'd I;
But when these expected Wages,
To themselves I left my Pages;
Small being th' Court'sy I could shew
Th' Reck'ning I commended to them.

Thence to † Thyrske, rich Thyrsis Casket,
Where fair Phyliis fills her Basket,
With choice Flowers, but these be vain things,
I esteem no Flowers nor Swainlings;
In
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Topcliff from tops of Cliffs first took her Name,
And her Cliff-mounted Seat confirms the same;
Where Streams with curled Windings overflown,
Bestow a Native Beauty on the Town.
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Here Thyrsis fed his Lambkins on the Plain,
So Thyrske from Thyrsis took her antient Name.
Here Tityrus and Phillis made them Bowers
Of tender Osiers, sweat-breath'd Sycamours.
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