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Phillida and Coridon.

In the merry moneth of May,
In a morne by breake of day,
Foorth I walkèd by the Wood side,
Whenas May was in his pride:
There I spièd all alone,
Phillida and Coridon.
Much a-doo there was, God wot,
He would loue, and she would not.
She sayd neuer man was true,
He sayd, none was false to you.
He sayd, he had lou'd her long,
She sayd, Loue should haue no wrong.
Coridon would kisse her then,
She said, Maides must kisse no men,
Till they did for good and all.
Then she made the Sheepheard call
All the heauens to witnesse truth:
Neuer lou'd a truer youth.
Thus with many a pretty oath,
Yea and nay, and faith and troth,
Such as silly Sheepheards vse,
When they will not Loue abuse;
Loue, which had beene long deluded,
Was with kisses sweete concluded.
And Phillida with garlands gay:
Was made the Lady of the May.
N. Breton.