Note 5 — WINDSOR FOREST.
Reading edition
Evidently suggested by Waller:
Of the first Paradise there's nothing found, Yet the description lasts.—Holt White.
Addison's Letter from Italy:
Sometimes misguided by the tuneful throng, I look for streams immortalised in song, That lost in silence and oblivion lie; Dumb are their fountains, and their channels dry; Yet run for ever by the muse's skill, And in the smooth description murmur still.—Wakefield.