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 | ||
29. [Phillis in Sorrow.]
Pawse awhile my prittie muse,
Let me rest for I am werie;
All the musicke thou canst vse
Cannot make thy master merry;
For what hart can hold vp head
When the joye of lif is dead?
Let me rest for I am werie;
All the musicke thou canst vse
Cannot make thy master merry;
For what hart can hold vp head
When the joye of lif is dead?
See how Phillis faire and bright,
Beawties pride and Vertues pleasure;
Halfe depriuèd of her light
Sittes and sorrows out of measure;
And when she is woe begon,
Well a waie poore Choridon!
Beawties pride and Vertues pleasure;
Halfe depriuèd of her light
Sittes and sorrows out of measure;
And when she is woe begon,
Well a waie poore Choridon!
Bid my Phillis once but cease
Euer mourning, neuer endinge;
Reason shall my greife release,
Which ells, hopes of no amendinge;
For while shee doth hange the head
Coridon can be but dead.
Euer mourning, neuer endinge;
Reason shall my greife release,
Which ells, hopes of no amendinge;
For while shee doth hange the head
Coridon can be but dead.
And therfore let this suffize:
But in vaine thou doest devize.
While thow seest my Phillis sadd
How my comfort maie be hadd;
For but in her ioye or greif
Lives my death or my relief;
In her sorrow is my hell,
Bidd her laughe and I am well.
But in vaine thou doest devize.
While thow seest my Phillis sadd
How my comfort maie be hadd;
For but in her ioye or greif
Lives my death or my relief;
In her sorrow is my hell,
Bidd her laughe and I am well.
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