To Dean Bourn, a Rude River in Devon, by Which Sometimes He Lived
The Hesperides & Noble Numbers — Hesperides
Dean Bourn, farewell; I never look to seeDean, or thy watery incivility.Thy rocky bottom, that doth tear thy streamsAnd makes them frantic even to all extremes,To my content I never should behold,Were thy streams silver, or thy rocks all gold.Rocky thou art, and rocky we discoverThy men, and rocky are thy ways all over.O men, O manners, now and ever knownTo be a rocky generation!A people currish, churlish as the seas,And rude almost as rudest savages,With whom I did, and may re-sojourn whenRocks turn to rivers, rivers turn to men.