The Shepheardes Complaint A passionate Eclogue, written in English Hexameters: Where vnto are annexed other canceits, brieflie expressing the effects of Loues impressions, and the iust punishment of aspiring beautie. By J. D. [i.e. John Dickenson] |
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[Faire mistresse, when the Heifar plaide with pleasure] |
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[Faire mistresse, when the Heifar plaide with pleasure]
[Shepherd.]
Faire mistresse, when the Heifar plaide with pleasure,
You smild, I sobd, for smiles could not relieue me:
His fearelesse life, your freedomes worth did measure:
Which causd you smile, and with your smiles to grieue me.
But though you smiling seemed to deny me,
Yet this kinde fauour proues twas but to trie me.
You smild, I sobd, for smiles could not relieue me:
His fearelesse life, your freedomes worth did measure:
Which causd you smile, and with your smiles to grieue me.
But though you smiling seemed to deny me,
Yet this kinde fauour proues twas but to trie me.
More faithfull Swaine was neuer tryde of any,
More true, more trustie, to his dearest loue:
A rare example, and vnknowne of manie,
Which doe their seruants lightnesse oft reproue.
Henceforth bold thoughts: despaire shall not confound me,
Eyes gald, smiles kild, but gentle hands haue crownd me.
More true, more trustie, to his dearest loue:
A rare example, and vnknowne of manie,
Which doe their seruants lightnesse oft reproue.
Eyes gald, smiles kild, but gentle hands haue crownd me.
[Shepherdess.]
When wanton Heifar sported heere and there,
I smild as soueraigne of mine owne desires:
When thou didst sob, my smiles renewed were,
To see thee scorch'd with loues enflaming fires:
Yet loth to wrong the truth of thy intent
I gaue thee hope, and staide thy sad lament.
I smild as soueraigne of mine owne desires:
When thou didst sob, my smiles renewed were,
To see thee scorch'd with loues enflaming fires:
Yet loth to wrong the truth of thy intent
I gaue thee hope, and staide thy sad lament.
I smild though not as mou'd with coy desdeigne;
But with a garland crownd thy head to please thee:
Smiles were renewd, not to deride thy peine,
But to reioyce that I alone could ease thee.
Sob then no more, but if thou loue at all,
Esteeme no freedome like this pleasing thrall.
But with a garland crownd thy head to please thee:
Smiles were renewd, not to deride thy peine,
But to reioyce that I alone could ease thee.
Sob then no more, but if thou loue at all,
Esteeme no freedome like this pleasing thrall.
Shepheard.
Sweet thrall first step to loues felicitie,
Shepheardesse.
Sweete thrall no stop to perfect libertie.
Shep.
O life.
Shee.
What life?
He.
Sweete life.
Shee.
No life more sweete.
He.
O loue.
Shee.
What loue.
He.
Sweete love.
Shee.
No loue more meete.
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