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[Farewell ô Sunn, Arcadias clearest light]
Farewell
ô Sunn, Arcadias clearest light:
Farewell ô pearl, the poore mans plenteous treasure:
Farewell ô golden staffe, the weake mans might:
Farewell ô Joy, the joyfulls onely pleasure.
Wisdome farewell, the skillesse mans direction:
Farewell with thee, farewell all our affection.
Farewell ô pearl, the poore mans plenteous treasure:
Farewell ô golden staffe, the weake mans might:
Farewell ô Joy, the joyfulls onely pleasure.
Wisdome farewell, the skillesse mans direction:
Farewell with thee, farewell all our affection.
For what place now is lefte for our affection,
Now that of purest lampe is quench'd the light,
Which to our darkned mindes was best direction?
Now that the mine is lost of all our treasure?
Now death hath swallow'd up our worldly pleasure,
We Orphans made, void of all publique might?
Now that of purest lampe is quench'd the light,
Which to our darkned mindes was best direction?
Now that the mine is lost of all our treasure?
Now death hath swallow'd up our worldly pleasure,
We Orphans made, void of all publique might?
Orphans indeede, depriv'd of fathers might:
For he our father was in all affection,
In our well-doing placing all his pleasure,
Still studying how to us to be a light.
As well he was in peace a safest treasure:
In warr his wit & word was our direction.
For he our father was in all affection,
In our well-doing placing all his pleasure,
Still studying how to us to be a light.
As well he was in peace a safest treasure:
In warr his wit & word was our direction.
Whence, whence alas, shall we seeke our direction!
When that we feare our hatefull neighbours might,
Who long have gap't to get Arcadians treasure.
Shall we now finde a guide of such affection,
Who for our sakes will thinke all travaile light,
And make his paine to keepe us safe his pleasure?
When that we feare our hatefull neighbours might,
Who long have gap't to get Arcadians treasure.
Shall we now finde a guide of such affection,
Who for our sakes will thinke all travaile light,
And make his paine to keepe us safe his pleasure?
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No, no, for ever gone is all our pleasure;
For ever wandring from all good direction;
For ever blinded of our clearest light;
For ever lamed of our sured might;
For ever banish'd from well plac'd affection;
For ever robd of all our royall treasure.
For ever wandring from all good direction;
For ever blinded of our clearest light;
For ever lamed of our sured might;
For ever banish'd from well plac'd affection;
For ever robd of all our royall treasure.
Let teares for him therefore be all our treasure,
And in our wailfull naming him our pleasure:
Let hating of our selves be our affection,
And unto death bend still our thoughts direction.
Let us against our selves employ our might,
And putting out our eyes seeke we our light.
And in our wailfull naming him our pleasure:
Let hating of our selves be our affection,
And unto death bend still our thoughts direction.
Let us against our selves employ our might,
And putting out our eyes seeke we our light.
Farewell our light, farewell our spoiled treasure:
Farewell our might, farewell our daunted pleasure:
Farewell direction, farewell all affection.
Farewell our might, farewell our daunted pleasure:
Farewell direction, farewell all affection.
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