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Colin the enamoured Sheepheard, singeth this passion of loue.
O gentle Loue, vngentle for thy deede,
thou makest my hart,
a bloodie marke,
With piercing shot to bleede.
thou makest my hart,
a bloodie marke,
With piercing shot to bleede.
Shoote soft sweete Loue, for feare thou shoote amisse,
for feare too keene,
thy arrowes beene:
And hit the hart, where my beloued is.
for feare too keene,
thy arrowes beene:
And hit the hart, where my beloued is.
Too faire that fortune were, nor neuer I
shall be so blest,
among the rest:
That loue shal ceaze on her by simpathy.
shall be so blest,
among the rest:
That loue shal ceaze on her by simpathy.
Then since with Loue my prayers beare no boote,
this doth remaine,
to ease my paine,
I take the wound, and die at Venus foote.
this doth remaine,
to ease my paine,
I take the wound, and die at Venus foote.
FINIS.
Geo. Peele.
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