A PASTORAL SONG

BETWEEN PHILLIS AND AMARYLLIS, TWO NYMPHS, EACH ANSWERING OTHER, LINE FOR LINE.

[PHILLIS.] FIE! on the sleights that men devise! [AMARYLLIS.] Heigh-ho! silly sleights!

When simple Maids they would entice,
Maids are Young Men's chief delights!
Nay, women, they witch with their eyes!
Eyes like beams of burning sun!

And men, once caught, they soon despise!
So are Shepherds oft undone!

If any Young Man win a Maid,
Happy man is he!

By trusting him, she is betrayed!

Fie! upon such treachery!

If Maids win Young Men with their guiles,

Heigh-ho! guileful grief!

They deal like weeping crocodiles,
That murder men without relief.

I know a simple country Hind;
Heigh-ho! silly Swain!

To whom fair DAPHNE provèd kind.
Was he not kind to her again?

He vowed, by PAN, with many an oath:
Heigh-ho! Shepherds' God is he!
Yet, since, hath changed; and broke his troth.
Troth-plight broke, will plagued be!

She had deceivèd many a Swain,
Fie! on false deceit !

And plighted troth to them in vain.
There can be no grief more great!
Her measure was with measure paid.
Heigh-ho! heigh-ho! equal meed!
She was beguiled, that had betrayed.
So shall all deceivers speed!

If every Maid were like to me;

Heigh-ho! hard of heart!

Both Love and Lovers scorned should be!

Scorners shall be sure of smart!

If every Maid were of my mind;

Heigh-ho! heigh-ho! lovely Sweet! They to their Lovers should prove kind! Kindness is for Maidens meet!

Methinks, Love is an idle toy.
Heigh-ho! busy pain!

Both wit and sense it doth annoy..
Both sense and wit thereby we gain!
Tush, PHYLLIS, cease! Be not so coy!
Heigh-ho! heigh-ho! coy disdain!
I know you love a Shepherd's boy!
Fie! that Maidens so should feign!

Well, AMARYLLIS, now I yield!
Shepherds! pipe aloud!

Love conquers both in town and field!
Like a tyrant fierce and proud.
The Evening Star is up, ye see!
Vesper shines! We must away!
Would every Lover might agree!
So we end our Roundelay.

SOME there are as fair to see too;
But by Art, and not by Nature.
Some as tall and goodly be too;

But want beauty to their stature.

Some have gracious, kind, behaviour;
But are foul, or simple, creatures.
Some have wit, but want sweet favour;
Or are proud of their good features.

Only you, in Court, or City,
Are both fair! tall! kind! and witty!

TO CUPID.

LOVE! if a God thou art;

Then evermore thou must

Be merciful and just!

If thou be just; O, wherefore doth thy dart Wound mine alone; and not my Lady's heart?

If, merciful; then why

Am I to pain reserved?

Who have thee truly served:

While She, that by thy power sets not a fly, Laughs thee to scorn; and lives at liberty!

Then, if a God thou wouldst accounted be; Heal me like her! or else wound her like me!

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STREPHON'S PALINODE

[In order to show the corresponding rhyme-system of these two Poems, apparently the only ones of this kind in the Literature, their answering rhymes are here numbered (1), (2), (3), &c.—E. A.]

STREPHON, upon some unkindness conceived, having made show to leave URANIA, and make love to another Nymph, was, at the next solemn assembly of Shepherds, not only frowned upon by URANIA ; but commanded, with great bitterness, out of her presence. Whereupon, sorry for his offence, and desirous to regain her grace, whom he had never forsaken but in shew; upon his knees he, in this Song, humbly craves pardon and URANIA, finding his true penitence, and unwilling to lose so worthy a Servant, receives him again into greater grace and favour than before.

SWEET! I do not pardon crave,

Till I have,

By deserts, this fault amended!

This, I only this, desire,
That your ire

May, with penance, be suspended!

Not my will, but Fate, did fetch
Me, poor wretch !

Which to plague, no tyrant's mind
Pain can find,

Into this unhappy error:

Like my heart's self-guilty terror!

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