William Drummond - Poems: The First Part XLIII lyrics

Dear wood, and you, sweet solitary place, Where from the vulgar I estranged live, Contented more with what your shades me give, Than if I had what Thetis doth embrace; What snaky eye, grown jealous of my peace, Now from your silent horrors would me drive, When sun, progressing in his glorious race Beyond the Twins, doth near our pole arrive? What sweet delight a quiet life affords, And what it is to be of bondage free, Far from the madding worldling's hoarse discords, Sweet flow'ry place, I first did learn of thee: Ah I if I were mine own, your dear resorts I would not change with princes' stately courts.