Excerpt from The Sad Shepherd, or a Tale of Robin Hood: A Fragment But here's an herefy of late let fall, That mirth by no means fits a pafloral Such fay fo, who can make none, he prefumes Elfe there's no fcene' more properly afi'umes The fock. For whence' can fport in kind arife, But from the rural routs and families? Safe on this ground then, we not fear to-day, To tempt your laughter by our rufiick play. Wherein if we dillaile, or be cry'd down, We think we therefore {hall n0t leave the town Nor that the fore-wits that would draw the reit Unto their liking, always like the belt. The wife and knowing critick will not fay, This worll, or better is, before he weigh Whet every piece be perfeet in the kind And then, though in themfelves he difference find. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.