As bird in cage debarr’d the vse of wings, Her captiu’d life as nature’s chiefest wrong, In dolefull dittie sadly sits and sings, And mournes her thralled libertie so long, Till breath be spent in many a sithfull song: So heere captiu’d, I many daies did spend In sorowe’s plaint, till death my daies did end. 90. Where as a prisoner, though I did remaine: Yet did my brother grant this libertie, To quell the common speech, which did complaine On my distresse, and on his tyrannie, That in his parkes and forrests ioyning by, When I did please, I to and fro might goe, Which in the end was cause of all my woe. 91. For on a time, when as Aurora bright Began to scale heau’n’s steepie battlement, And to the world disclose her cheerefull light, As was my wont, I with my keeper went To put away my sorrowe’s discontent: Thereby to ease me of my captiue care, And solace my sad thoughts in th’open aire. 92. Wandring through forrest wide, at length we gaine A steepe cloud-kissing rocke, whose horned crowne With proud imperiall looke beholds the maine, Where Seuern’s dangerous waues run roling downe From th’Holmes into the seas, by Cardiffe towne, Whose quicke deuouring sands so dangerous been To those, that wander Amphytrite’s greene. 93. As there we stood, the countrie round we ey’d To view the workmanship of nature’s hand, There stood a mountaine, from whose weeping side A brooke breakes forth into the low-lying land, Here lies a plaine, and there a wood doth stand, Here pastures, meades, corne-fields, a vale do crowne, A castle here shootes vp, and there a towne. 94. Here one with angle ore a siluer streame With banefull baite the nibling fish doth feed: There in a plow’d-land with his painefull teame, The plowman sweates, in hope for labor’s meed To get the earth with childe of Ceres’ seed: Heere sits a goatheard on a craggie rock, And there in shade a shepheard with his flock. 95. The sweet delight of such a rare prospect Might yeeld content vnto a carefull eye: Yet downe the rock descending in neglect Of such delight, the sunne now mounting high I sought the shade in vale, which low did lie, Where we reposde vs on a greene wood side, Afront the which a siluer streame did glide. 96.