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[Silvanus long in love, and long in vaine]

Silvanus long in love, and long in vaine,
At length obtaind the point of his desire,
When being askt, now that he did obtaine
His wished weale, what more he could require:
Nothing sayd he, for most I joy in this,
That Goddesse mine, my blessed being sees.
When wanton Pan deceiv'd with Lions skin,
Came to the bed, where wound for kisse he got,
To wo and shame the wretch did enter in,
Till this he tooke for comfort of his lot,
Poore Pan (he sayd) although thou beaten be,
It is no shame, since Hercules was he.
Thus joyfully in chosen tunes rejoyce,
That such a one is witnesse of my hart,
Whose cleerest eyes I blisse, and sweetest voyce,
That see my good, and judgeth my desert:
Thus wofully I in wo this salve do find,
My foule mishap came yet from fairest mind.