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Sextain. [ii]
[Sith gone is my Delight and only Pleasure]
Sith
gone is my Delight and only Pleasure,
The last of all my Hopes, the chearfull Sunne
That clear'd my Lifes darke Day, Natures sweet Treasure,
More deare to mee than all beneath the Moone,
What resteth now, but that vpon this Mountaine
I weepe, till Heauen transforme mee in a Fountaine?
The last of all my Hopes, the chearfull Sunne
That clear'd my Lifes darke Day, Natures sweet Treasure,
More deare to mee than all beneath the Moone,
What resteth now, but that vpon this Mountaine
I weepe, till Heauen transforme mee in a Fountaine?
Fresh, faire, delicious, christall, pearlie Fountaine,
On whose smoothe Face to looke shee oft tooke Pleasure,
Tell mee (so may thy Streames long cheare this Mountaine,
So Serpent ne're thee staine, nor scorch the Sunne,
So may with gentle Beames thee kisse the Moone)
Doest thou not mourne to want so faire a Treasure?
On whose smoothe Face to looke shee oft tooke Pleasure,
Tell mee (so may thy Streames long cheare this Mountaine,
So Serpent ne're thee staine, nor scorch the Sunne,
So may with gentle Beames thee kisse the Moone)
Doest thou not mourne to want so faire a Treasure?
While shee her glass'd in thee, rich Tagvs
Treasure
Thou enuie needed not, nor yet the Fountaine
In which that Hunter saw the naked Moone,
Absence hath robb'd thee of thy Wealth and Pleasure,
And I remaine like Marigold of Sunne
Depriu'd, that dies by Shadow of some Mountaine.
Thou enuie needed not, nor yet the Fountaine
In which that Hunter saw the naked Moone,
Absence hath robb'd thee of thy Wealth and Pleasure,
And I remaine like Marigold of Sunne
Depriu'd, that dies by Shadow of some Mountaine.
Nymphes of the Forrests, Nymphes who on this Mountaine
Are wont to dance, shewing your Beauties Treasure
To Goate-feete Syluans, and the wondring Sunne,
When as you gather Flowres about this Fountaine,
Bid Her Farewell who placed here her Pleasure,
And sing her Praises to the Starres and Moone.
Are wont to dance, shewing your Beauties Treasure
To Goate-feete Syluans, and the wondring Sunne,
When as you gather Flowres about this Fountaine,
Bid Her Farewell who placed here her Pleasure,
And sing her Praises to the Starres and Moone.
Among the lesser Lights as is the Moone,
Blushing through Scarfe of Clouds on Latmos Mountaine,
Or when her siluer Lockes shee lookes for Pleasure
In Thetis Streames, prowde of so gay a Treasure,
Such was my Faire when Shee sate by this Fountaine
With other Nymphes, to shunne the amorous Sunne.
Blushing through Scarfe of Clouds on Latmos Mountaine,
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In Thetis Streames, prowde of so gay a Treasure,
Such was my Faire when Shee sate by this Fountaine
With other Nymphes, to shunne the amorous Sunne.
As is our Earth in Absence of the Sunne,
Or when of Sunne depriued is the Moone,
As is without a verdant Shade a Fountaine,
Or wanting Grasse, a Mead, a Vale, a Mountaine,
Such is my State, bereft of my deare Treasure,
To know whose only Worth was all my Pleasure.
Or when of Sunne depriued is the Moone,
As is without a verdant Shade a Fountaine,
Or wanting Grasse, a Mead, a Vale, a Mountaine,
Such is my State, bereft of my deare Treasure,
To know whose only Worth was all my Pleasure.
Ne're thinke of Pleasure Heart, Eyes shunne the Sunne,
Teares be your Treasure, which the wandring Moone
Shall see you shed by Mountaine, Vale, and Fountaine.
Teares be your Treasure, which the wandring Moone
Shall see you shed by Mountaine, Vale, and Fountaine.
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