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Thirsis the Sheepheard, to his Pipe.
Like
Desert woods, with darkesome shades obscured,
Where dreadfull beasts, where hatefull horror raigneth:
Such is my wounded hart, whom sorrow payneth,
Where dreadfull beasts, where hatefull horror raigneth:
Such is my wounded hart, whom sorrow payneth,
The Trees are fatall shaft, to death inured,
That cruell loue within my breast maintaineth,
To whet my greefe, when as my sorrow wayneth.
That cruell loue within my breast maintaineth,
To whet my greefe, when as my sorrow wayneth.
The ghastly beasts, my thoughts in cares assured,
Which wage me warre, while hart no succour gaineth:
With false suspect, and feare that still remaineth.
Which wage me warre, while hart no succour gaineth:
With false suspect, and feare that still remaineth.
The horrors, burning sighs by cares procured,
Which foorth I send, whilst weeping eye complaineth:
To coole the heate, the helplesse hart containeth.
Which foorth I send, whilst weeping eye complaineth:
To coole the heate, the helplesse hart containeth.
But shafts, but cares, but sighs, horrors vnrecured.
Were nought esteem'd, if for these paines awarded:
My faithfull loue by her might be regarded.
Were nought esteem'd, if for these paines awarded:
My faithfull loue by her might be regarded.
FINIS.
Jgnoto.
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