Daphnis and Chloe Excellently describing the weight of affection, the simplicitie of loue, the purport of honest meaning, the resolution of men, and disposition of Fate, finished in a Pastorall, and interlaced with the praises of a most peerlesse Princesse, wonderfull in Maiestie, and rare in perfection, celebrated within the same Pastorall, and therefore termed by the name of The Shepheards Holidaie. By Angell Daye |
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[What griefe alas, what hell vnto my woes?]
What griefe alas, what hell vnto my woes?
What sorrow may exceede my foule mishap?
What more excesse than mischiefe where it flowes?
Or deepe dispaire that all my woes doeth wrap?
Vnhappy downes, what ailed wicked spight
To reaue from you and me, our sweete delight.
What sorrow may exceede my foule mishap?
What more excesse than mischiefe where it flowes?
Or deepe dispaire that all my woes doeth wrap?
Vnhappy downes, what ailed wicked spight
To reaue from you and me, our sweete delight.
My tender kiddes if ere your louing skips
You beare in minde, and on this pleasant dale
How manie times your young delightfull trips
Haue Daphnis mo'ud to mourne his bitter bale
Then for his sake that whilom was your guide
Yeeld foorth your plaints, and griefes to you betide.
You beare in minde, and on this pleasant dale
How manie times your young delightfull trips
Haue Daphnis mo'ud to mourne his bitter bale
Then for his sake that whilom was your guide
Yeeld foorth your plaints, and griefes to you betide.
Ye mournefull flockes dispersed where ye goe
To vncouth pastures yeeld my drearie tunes
Lamenting teares, and sighings full of woe
Wherein my thoughts for Chloes loue consumes
Let be your foode, and your tender walkes
Conceiue the sorrowe that my pleasure balkes
To vncouth pastures yeeld my drearie tunes
Lamenting teares, and sighings full of woe
Wherein my thoughts for Chloes loue consumes
Let be your foode, and your tender walkes
Conceiue the sorrowe that my pleasure balkes
Returne to me your stately beards. Returne
My heart, my ioye, my comfort and my care,
My blisfull Chloe once againe returne.
Ye sacred Nymphs, or death for me prepare
Seale vp your springs, and praise in secret lie
If Chloes rape doe cause her Daphnis die.
My heart, my ioye, my comfort and my care,
My blisfull Chloe once againe returne.
Ye sacred Nymphs, or death for me prepare
Seale vp your springs, and praise in secret lie
If Chloes rape doe cause her Daphnis die.
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