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A Dialogue between Phillida and Coridon.

Ah, Coridon, contentedly we tend our bleating flocks
Phil.

Ah, Coridon, contentedly we tend our bleating flocks, but think not of our end

Coridon.

Faire Philiida, our life that's innocent, cannot be guilty of an ill event: 'tis true, but yet me thinks diseas'd old age, should make us weary of our pilgrimage: our age points to our end; in this we're

blest, that after all our pains, w'are neer our rest.

Cho:

In this w'are blest, that after all our pains, w'are neere our rest.

But wher's our rest? must we not fight with death, and gainst him lose our life for want of breath; Death hasts us to our graves, if well we die we shall have heav'n, we shall have heav'n in change for misery.

Cho:

Then welcome death, obey, obey our destiny, And change our frailty our frailty for eternity.