A Strappado for the Diuell Epigrams and Satyres alluding to the time, with diuers measures of no lesse Delight. By MISOSUKOS[Greek], to his friend PHILOKRATES[Greek] [by Richard Brathwait] |
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When this retired Swaine had end'd his song,
He seem'd as one that had forgot his wrong,
His Teres were dried vp, his willow wreath,
Throwne quite away, and he began to breath,
More cheerefull and more blith then ere he was,
Forgetting th' Name and Nature of his lasse,
So as no Swaine on all the plaine could be,
For any May-game readier then he:
Now would he tune his pipe vnto his Eare,
And play so sweet, as ioyed the flocks to heare,
Yea I haue heard, (Nor thinke I Fame did lye)
So skilfull was this lad in Minstrelsie,
That when he plaid (one stroke) which oft he would,
No Lasse that heard him could her water hold.
And now because I doe remember't well,
Ile tell a tale which I haue heard him tell,
On winter-nights full oft vnto my Sire,
While I sat rosting of a Crab by th' fire.
He seem'd as one that had forgot his wrong,
His Teres were dried vp, his willow wreath,
Throwne quite away, and he began to breath,
More cheerefull and more blith then ere he was,
Forgetting th' Name and Nature of his lasse,
So as no Swaine on all the plaine could be,
For any May-game readier then he:
Now would he tune his pipe vnto his Eare,
And play so sweet, as ioyed the flocks to heare,
Yea I haue heard, (Nor thinke I Fame did lye)
So skilfull was this lad in Minstrelsie,
That when he plaid (one stroke) which oft he would,
No Lasse that heard him could her water hold.
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Ile tell a tale which I haue heard him tell,
On winter-nights full oft vnto my Sire,
While I sat rosting of a Crab by th' fire.
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