But because Your poem only hath by us applause, Renews the golden world, and holds through all The holy laws of homely pastoral, Where flowers and founts, and nymphs and semi-gods, And all the Graces find their old abodes, Where forests flourish but in endless verse, And meadows nothing fit for purchasers; This iron age, that eats itself, will never Bite at your golden world; that other's ever Lov'd as itself. Then like your book, do you Live in old peace, and that for praise allow. If Jonson, Chapman, and Beaumont suspected the undercurrent of satire in this Pastoral, and they surely were not obtuse, they concealed the suspicion admirably. As for Fletcher he continued to "live in old peace." "When his faire Shepheardesse on the guilty stage, Was martir'd between Ignorance and Rage.... Hee only as if unconcerned smil'd." An attitude toward the public that characterized him all through life. The admiration of younger men is shown in the respectful commendation of N. F. This is Nathaniel Field. He was acting with the Blackfriars' Boys since the days when Jonson presented _Cynthia's Revels_, and, as one of the Queen's Revels' Children, he had probably taken part in _The Faithfull Shepheardesse_ when the undiscerning public hissed it. Field came of good family, had been one of Mulcaster's pupils at the Merchant Taylors' School, and was beloved by Chapman and Jonson. He was then but twenty-two,--about three years younger than Fletcher's friend, Beaumont,--but for nine years gone he had been recognized as a genius among boy-actors. That the verses of so young a man should be accepted, and coupled with those of the thunder-girt Chapman, was to him a great and unexpected honour; and the youth expresses prettily his pride in being published by his "lov'd friend" in such distinguished literary company,-- Can my approovement, sir, be worth your thankes, Whose unknowne name, and Muse in swathing clowtes, Is not yet growne to strength, among these rankes To have a roome? Now he is planning to write dramas himself; and it is pleasant to note with what modesty he touches upon the project: But I must justifie what privately I censur'd to you, my ambition is (Even by my hopes and love to Poesie) To live to perfect such a worke as this, Clad in such elegant proprietie Of words, including a morallitie,[56] So sweete and profitable.