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But when She, by change, hath got
Then, if others share with me,
I SAW my Lady weep!
And Sorrow proud! to be advanced so
In those fair eyes, where all perfections keep.
But such a Woe (believe me!) as wins more hearts Than Mirth can do, with her inticing parts!
Sorrow was there made fair!
And Passion, wise! Tears, a delightful thing!
And all things, with so sweet a sadness move;
O, fairer than aught else
The world can show! leave off in time to grieve!
O, strive not to be excellent in Woe;
IN PRAISE OF HIS LOVE.
JOLLY Shepherd, Shepherd on a hill,
On a hill so cheerily,
Fear not, Shepherd, there to pipe thy fill!
Both sing, and say, 'Love feels no pain!'
Jolly Shepherd, Shepherd on a green,
On a green so cheerily,
Be thy voice shrill! be thy mirth seen!
Jolly Shepherd, Shepherd in the sun,
In the sun so cheerily,
Sing forth thy songs! and let thy rhymes run
Jolly Shepherd, Shepherd in the shade,
Joy in thy life, life of Shepherd's trade!
Jolly Shepherd, Shepherd here or there,
Here or there so cheerily,
Or in thy chat, either at thy cheer,
In every jig, in every lay,
Both sing, and say, 'Love lasts for aye!'
Jolly Shepherd! Shepherd, DAPHNIS' Love!
Let thy fancy never more remove!
IN PRAISE OF HIS DAPHNIS.
TUNE on my pipe, the praises of my Love!
Fill earth with sound, and airy heavens above,
To pleasant Tempe groves and plains about,
Resounding echoes of her praise ring out!
When I begin to sing, begin to sound!
Do make each note unto the skies rebound!
Her Tresses are like wires of beaten gold!
Like NISUS' golden hair, that SCYLLA polled!
Through MINOS' love.
Her Eyes like shining lamps, in midst of night! Night dark and dead;
Or as the stars, that give the seamen light!
Their wand'ring ships.
Amidst her Cheeks, the rose and lily strive,
When their contend doth make their colour thrive,
Her Lips like scarlet of the finest dye!
Teeth white as snow, which on the hills doth lie,
Her Skin as soft as is the finest silk!
Of colour like unto the whitest milk!
As swift of Foot as is the pretty roe!
When yelping hounds pursue her to and fro;
Cease, tongue! to tell of any more compares!
APHNIS' deserts and beauty are too rare!