The Works in Verse and Prose of Nicholas Breton For the First Time Collected and Edited: With Memorial-Introduction, Notes and Illustrations, Glossarial Index, Facsimilies, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart. In Two Volumes |
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 | The Works in Verse and Prose of Nicholas Breton |  |
15. [The Nightingale and Phillis.]
Vpon a deintie hill sumtime,
Did feede a flocke of sheepe;
Where Coridon woulde learne to clyme,
His litle lambes to keepe.
Did feede a flocke of sheepe;
Where Coridon woulde learne to clyme,
His litle lambes to keepe.
Wher Roses, with the viollettes sweete,
Did growe amonge the bryres;
Where muses and the nymphes did meete,
To talke of loue's desires.
Did growe amonge the bryres;
Where muses and the nymphes did meete,
To talke of loue's desires.
There Choridon when corne was ripe
For his sweete Phillis' sake,
Wolde playe vpon his countrey pipe
And all his musicke make.
For his sweete Phillis' sake,
Wolde playe vpon his countrey pipe
And all his musicke make.
Now when he had but sounded owte
“The begger and the kinge”;
The birdes wold all be flockt aboute,
To helpe the Shepperde singe.
“The begger and the kinge”;
The birdes wold all be flockt aboute,
To helpe the Shepperde singe.
And euerie one began to frame
To sett in tune her throate;
Till daintie Philomela came
Who kild them with a note.
To sett in tune her throate;
Till daintie Philomela came
Who kild them with a note.
For she sweete mowse, had such a vaine
Within a hawthorne bushe;
As made the sellie Shepperde swayne
Himselfe to be at hushe.
Within a hawthorne bushe;
As made the sellie Shepperde swayne
Himselfe to be at hushe.
But as thus Philomela satt
Recordinge of a grownde;
And all the rest did murmere att
The sweetnes of her sownde;
Recordinge of a grownde;
And all the rest did murmere att
The sweetnes of her sownde;
Came Phillis sweete owte of the wood
And in her hand a lute;
Who when she playde but Robin Hoode
Strooke Philomela mute.
And in her hand a lute;
Who when she playde but Robin Hoode
Strooke Philomela mute.
And when she but began to singe
Of shepperdes and their sheepe;
She made the litle woodes so ringe
They wakte me from my sleepe.
Of shepperdes and their sheepe;
She made the litle woodes so ringe
They wakte me from my sleepe.
Finis.
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