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A Pastorall Dialogue between two Nymphs Amarillis and Daphne.
Daphne , Shepheards if they knew their happines would not be KingsDaphne , Shepheards if they knew their happines would not be Kings,
DaphneTher's nothing in the world more true then that which Amarillis sings
Then Daphne tune thine Oaten Reed, and let us know this onely strife, whether thy Pipe or mine exceede in singing of a Shepheards life.
Upon our huts of Turfe without the grasse within the Ivie's sprout, the hills yeeld
The angry Thistles shed us Down to make our bed.
Lambkins bequeath us when they die, the blankets warm wherein we lie.
The morning sunne at sluggards blushes,
but lights us early through the bushes, where Philomel amongst the Roses, her sweet, her sweet melody discloses; and whilest we wash our eyes and hands in basons of some
The Wether Rings for joy his Bell,
The pretty Lambe but new awake, bridles in her pretty chin, and stretches our her curled back.
Nor are our pipes mute as they passe to nibble up the three leav'd grasse, and straine such tufts of greene as these, into their milke and silver fleece, when the high mountaines give no shade,
the woods and fountains lend their
where harmles swains doe joine their mirth, their bottles and their bags with ours,
As on the table of the Earth wee feast and sport it in the bowr's
whil'st Phœbus rages, Pan asswages, to whose ayd we sing:
and when the heat makes us retreat, upon the Downs we make a Ring,
then our fancies show in Dances.
change and chances incident to every thing
Then folde our flockes,
and to our
Ye purple Robes, and Crowned heads, upon this life the shepheard leads, could you without ambition looke, you'd change your Scepter, your Scepter for his Crook; you'd change your Scepter for his Crooke.
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