When every mower's wholesome heat
		Smells like an Alexander's sweat,
		Their females, fragrant as the mead
		Which they in fairy circles tread:
		When at their dances' end they kiss,
		Their new-made hay not sweeter is.
				Upon Appleton House (lines 427-432)

		The deathless fairyes take me oft
		To lead them in their dances soft;
		And when I tune myself to sing,
		About me they contract their ring.
				Damon the Mower (lines 61-65)

		When willing Nature does to all dispence
		  A wild and fragrant innocence,
		And fauns and fairyes do the meadows till
	 	  More by their presence than their skill.
				The Mower, Against Gardens (lines 33-36)

		In sacred ear tyrannick arts they croak,
		Pervert his mind, and good intentions choake,
		Tell him of golden Indies, fairy lands,
		Leviathan, and absolute commands.
		Thus fairy-like, the king they steal away,
		And in his room a changeling Lewis lay.
				Britannia and Raleigh (lines 31-35)

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