a treacherous mountain trail

So some that passe for Deepe Astrologers / Have made great Princes Presents of New-stars, / As Virtuosos sillyly have don / And giv’n away whole Ilands in the Moon:[…]

He stood looking at nothing in particular, with the blushing, awkward air and semi-smile which are common to shy boys when in company, -- very much as if they had come into the world by mistake, and found it in a degree of undress that was quite embarrassing.

Love's meadow happy Dick with nature's scythe was mowing.