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A Dialogue betwixt an Nymph and a Shepherd.

Tell me Shepherd dost thou Love?
Nymph.

Tell me Shepherd dost thou Love?


Shepherd.

Tell me Nymph why wouldst thou know?


Nymph.

Thy wandring Flocks that without guide doth Rove thy blubber'd Eyes, that still with teares doth flow, makes me to ask.


Shep.

I do.


Nymph.

Dear Shepherd tell me who?


Shep.

I Love a Nymph, from whose bright Eyes Phœbe doth her brightness borrow, where Love did first my heart surprize, where since hath sate my sorrow.


Chorus together.

Love sits inthron'd within the circle of bright Eyes.


Nymph.

But tell me Shepherd, doth her Vertues Beauty equal?


Shep.

As She in Beauty doth all else excel, so are her Vertues without parallel;


Nymph.

Doth She disdain thee?


Shep.

No.


Nymph.

Why griev'st thou then?


Shep.

Because her love is only worthy of the gods, not men.


Chorus.

Loves chiefest joy is but a pleasing anguish, who lives in Love, doth dying live, and living languish.