_Breath soft ye Winds, ye Waters gently flow;
Shield her ye Trees, ye Flow'rs around her grow_, &c.

And this which also is the Sixth Pastory.

_Once_ Delia _lay, on easy Moss reclin'd,
Her lovely Limbs half bare, and rude the Wind_, &c.

This also is of the same kind of SOFT.

_A Girland deckt in all the Pride of May,
Sweet as her Breath, and as her Beauty Gay_, &c.

But Instances were endless. In Opposition to this kind of Soft, I shall
quote out of _Spencer_ some Passages which have the truest Softness.
For such that Author has, beyond any in the World, tho' perhaps not very
often. He begins his last Pastory thus.

_A gentle Shepherd sate besides a Spring,
All in the shadow of a bushy Breer_, &c.

And his first he begins thus.

_A Shepherd's Boy (no better do him call)_ &c.

His Pastoral named _Colin Clout's come home_, begins thus.

_The Shepherd-boy (best known by that Name)
Who after TITYRUS first sang his Lay,