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XXXII
MENAPHON'S DITTIE.
Faire fields proud Floras vaunt, why is't you smile
when as I languish?
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my weeping anguish?
I liue to sorrow, you to pleasure spring:
why doo you spring thus?
What will not Boreas tempests wrathfull king
take some pitie on vs?
And send foorth Winter in hir rustie weede,
to waile my bemonings;
Whiles I distrest doo tune my countrey reede
vnto my gronings.
But heauen, and earth, time, place, and euerie power
haue with her conspired
To turne my blisse full sweetes to bale full sower,
Since fond I desired
The heauen whereto my thoughts may not aspire:
ay me vnhappie.
It was my fault and imbrace my bane the fire
that forceth me die.
Mine be the paine, but hirs the cruell cause
of this strange torment:
Wherefore no time my banning praiers shall pause,
till proud she repent.
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