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 |
Phyllidaes kind replye.
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A Crovvne-Garland of Govlden Roses | ||
Phyllidaes kind replye.
Wherefore
faints my Coridon?
Thinkes thou I am such a one,
as Cressida?
I will prooue as firme to thee,
As Lucrece or Penelope,
Coridon doubt not of Phillida.
Thinkes thou I am such a one,
as Cressida?
I will prooue as firme to thee,
As Lucrece or Penelope,
Coridon doubt not of Phillida.
Though I haue been absent long,
Faint not my sweet Coridon:
thy Phillida
Is, as thou art, true and iust,
Strong in loue, but weake in lust.
Coridon doubt not of Phillida.
Faint not my sweet Coridon:
thy Phillida
Is, as thou art, true and iust,
Strong in loue, but weake in lust.
Coridon doubt not of Phillida.
Nor, though our sex are giuen to range,
Doth Phillida delight in change,
my Coridon:
If my absence made thee greeue,
Let my presence now releeue
Coridon, my deerest Coridon.
Doth Phillida delight in change,
my Coridon:
If my absence made thee greeue,
Let my presence now releeue
Coridon, my deerest Coridon.
As in me thou takest delight,
So do I in thy sweete sight,
my Coridon:
I haue bene in yonder groue,
Gathering flowers for my loue:
Coridon my dearest Coridon.
So do I in thy sweete sight,
I haue bene in yonder groue,
Gathering flowers for my loue:
Coridon my dearest Coridon.
The chiefest both for shew and sent,
So choice am I for thy content,
my dearest loue:
Looke, the liuery of the spring,
to deck thee Coridon I bring,
then do not thy Phillida reprooue.
So choice am I for thy content,
my dearest loue:
Looke, the liuery of the spring,
to deck thee Coridon I bring,
then do not thy Phillida reprooue.
Such a louing simphathy,
in our loues (deare loue) doth lye:
I know right well.
Such a heart wrought combination,
that I feare no separation:
Coridon such needlesse doubts repell,
in our loues (deare loue) doth lye:
I know right well.
Such a heart wrought combination,
that I feare no separation:
Coridon such needlesse doubts repell,
FINIS.
A Crovvne-Garland of Govlden Roses | ||