A Crovvne-Garland of Govlden Roses Gathered out of Englands royall garden. Being the liues and strange fortunes of many great personages of this Land. Set forth in many pleasant new songs and sonetts neuer before imprinted. By Richard Iohnson |
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A new Sonnet of Coridon and Phillida.
Coridon arise my Coridon,
Titan shineth cleare:
Cor.
Titan shineth cleare:
Who is it that calleth Coridon,
who is it I heare.
who is it I heare.
Phi
Phillida thy true loue calleth thee,
arise then, arise then,
Arise and feed thy flocks with me.
arise then, arise then,
Arise and feed thy flocks with me.
Cor.
Phillida my true is it she?
I come then, I come then,
I come and feed my flocks with thee.
I come then, I come then,
I come and feed my flocks with thee.
Here are cheries ripe my Coridon,
eate them for my sake:
eate them for my sake:
Cor.
Heres my oaten pipe my louely on,
sport for thee to make.
Here are threeds my true-loue fine as silke,
to knit thee, to knit thee,
A paire of stockins white as milke.
here are reeds my true-loue fine and neat,
To make thee, to make thee,
a bonnet to withstand the heate.
sport for thee to make.
Here are threeds my true-loue fine as silke,
to knit thee, to knit thee,
A paire of stockins white as milke.
here are reeds my true-loue fine and neat,
To make thee, to make thee,
a bonnet to withstand the heate.
Phi.
I will gather flowers my Coridon,
to set in thy Cap:
to set in thy Cap:
Cor.
I will gather pears my louely on,
to set in thy lap.
to set in thy lap.
Phi.
I wil buy my true-loue garters gay
for Sundaies, for Sundaies:
To weare about his legs so tall,
for Sundaies, for Sundaies:
To weare about his legs so tall,
Cor.
I will buy my true-loue yellow saye,
For Sundaies, for Sundaies,
to weare about her midle small.
For Sundaies, for Sundaies,
to weare about her midle small.
Phi.
When my Coridon sits on a hill,
making melody:
making melody:
Cor.
When my louely on sits at her wheele,
singing cheerely.
Sure me thinkes my true-loue doth excell,
for sweetnesse, for sweetnesse,
Our Pan that old Arcadian knight,
and me thinkes my true-loue beares ye bell,
For clearenesse, for clearenesse:
beyond the nimphs that be so bright.
singing cheerely.
for sweetnesse, for sweetnesse,
Our Pan that old Arcadian knight,
and me thinkes my true-loue beares ye bell,
For clearenesse, for clearenesse:
beyond the nimphs that be so bright.
Phi.
Had my Coridon, my Coridon,
bin alacke my swaine:
Had my louely on, my louely on,
bin in Ida plaine.
Cinthia Endimion had refus'd,
preferring, preferring:
My Coridon to play withall.
the Queene of loue had bin excus'd,
Bequeathing, Bequething:
my Phillida the golden ball,
bin alacke my swaine:
Had my louely on, my louely on,
bin in Ida plaine.
Cinthia Endimion had refus'd,
preferring, preferring:
My Coridon to play withall.
the Queene of loue had bin excus'd,
Bequeathing, Bequething:
my Phillida the golden ball,
Yonder comes my mother, Coridon,
whither shall I fly:
Under yonder beech my louely one,
While she passeth by.
Say to her thy true-loue was not here,
remember, remember:
To morrow is another day.
doubt me not my true-loue do not feare,
Farewell then, farewell then,
heauen keepe our loue alway.
whither shall I fly:
Under yonder beech my louely one,
While she passeth by.
Say to her thy true-loue was not here,
remember, remember:
To morrow is another day.
doubt me not my true-loue do not feare,
heauen keepe our loue alway.
FINIS.
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