Without their pains, when earth hath nought beside
To answer their small wants;
To view the graceful deer come trooping by,
Then pause, and gaze, then turn they know not why,
Like bashful younkers in society;
To mark the structure of a plant or tree;
And all fair things of earth, how fair they be! &c. &c.

I love to anticipate charges of unoriginality: the first line is almost
Shakspere's:--

"To have my love to bed & to arise."
_Midsummer Nights Dream_ [III., I, 174].

I think there is a sweetness in the versification not unlike some rhymes
in that exquisite play, and the last line but three is yours:

"An eye
That met the gaze, or turn'd it knew not why."
_Rosamund's Epistle_.

I shall anticipate all my play, and have nothing to shew you. An idea
for Leviathan:--

Commentators on Job have been puzzled to find out a meaning for
Leviathan,--'tis a whale, say some; a crocodile, say others. In my
simple conjecture, Leviathan is neither more nor less than the Lord
Mayor of London for the time being.

"Rosamund" sells well in London, maugre the non-reviewal of it.