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LOVE'S REPAYING.
Ho! Thyrsis, shepherd swain, in grief reclining
Beneath the willows' shade with vain regarding,
Tear off the cypress wreath thy brows entwining,
For now thy bitter love hath sweet rewarding.
Hark! how the mellow throstle so doth chaunt it,
Whilst Flora on the emblazoned fields doth flaunt it:
For love doth come and go,
As all wise lovers know;
And he who lacks to-day to-morrow shall not want it.
Beneath the willows' shade with vain regarding,
Tear off the cypress wreath thy brows entwining,
For now thy bitter love hath sweet rewarding.
Hark! how the mellow throstle so doth chaunt it,
Whilst Flora on the emblazoned fields doth flaunt it:
For love doth come and go,
As all wise lovers know;
And he who lacks to-day to-morrow shall not want it.
Thus Daphne sang to Thyrsis, well relenting
Of long disdain; with most divine accenting
Bidding the shepherdesses bring her flowers,
That she might wed with him amongst the bowers;
And so, all scorn dismissing,
Did end his sorrows with her sweetest kissing.
Of long disdain; with most divine accenting
Bidding the shepherdesses bring her flowers,
That she might wed with him amongst the bowers;
And so, all scorn dismissing,
Did end his sorrows with her sweetest kissing.
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