The Grecian Story Being an Historical Poem, in Five Books. To which is Annex'd The Grove: Consisting of Divers Shorter Poems upon several Subjects. By J. H. [i.e. John Harington] |
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The Shepherd deeply enamour'd.
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The Shepherd deeply enamour'd.
Estava Lusitano repastando, &c.
Young
Lusitan sat grazing (solemn turn'd)
His gentle Flock, through verdant Plane dispersed:
Green Sheep-hook Scepter-like th' one Hand adorn'd;
Whilst view'd the Ground, with's sober Thoughts conversed.
Then th' Eyes advanced, he soon forth breathed this:
If th' art so Prime, my Love-disease, excelling,
Who says, To lose my self not saving is?
Doubts he to grant in Pain, there's Pleasure dwelling?
Since for my Cure no comfort-Balm is sought:
She need not to regard me. O Fairest Creature!
Those Ignorants mistake my pleasing Thought;
For since well view'd thy Form divine, rare Feature,
I count in Grief not to be griev'd, Heart-wounded:
My Malady's my Medicine thus compounded.
His gentle Flock, through verdant Plane dispersed:
Green Sheep-hook Scepter-like th' one Hand adorn'd;
Whilst view'd the Ground, with's sober Thoughts conversed.
Then th' Eyes advanced, he soon forth breathed this:
If th' art so Prime, my Love-disease, excelling,
Who says, To lose my self not saving is?
Doubts he to grant in Pain, there's Pleasure dwelling?
Since for my Cure no comfort-Balm is sought:
She need not to regard me. O Fairest Creature!
Those Ignorants mistake my pleasing Thought;
For since well view'd thy Form divine, rare Feature,
I count in Grief not to be griev'd, Heart-wounded:
My Malady's my Medicine thus compounded.
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