And that sweet pageant of the kindly fiend,
Who, seeing three friends in spirit and heart made one,
Crowned with good hap the true-love wiles he screened
In the pleached lanes of pleasant Edmonton.[5]

[1] _A Warning for Fair Women._

[2] _The Tragedy of Nero._

[3] _A Yorkshire Tragedy._

[4] _Look about you._

[5] _The Merry Devil of Edmonton._




XIX

THE MANY


I

Greene, garlanded with February's few flowers,
Ere March came in with Marlowe's rapturous rage:
Peele, from whose hand the sweet white locks of age
Took the mild chaplet woven of honoured hours:
Nash, laughing hard: Lodge, flushed from lyric bowers: