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The Sheepheard Faustus his Song.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 



The Sheepheard Faustus his Song.

A faire Mayde wed to prying Iealousie,
One of the fairest as euer I did see:
If that thou wilt a secret Louer take,
(Sweet life) doe not my secret loue forsake.

Ecclipsed was our Sunne,
And faire Aurora darkened to vs quite,
Our morning starre was doone,
And Sheepheards starre lost cleane out of our sight,
When that thou didst thy faith in wedlock plight.
Dame Nature made thee faire,
And ill did carelesse Fortune marry thee,
And pitty with despaire
It was, that this thy haplesse hap should be,
A faire Mayde wed to prying Iealousie.
Our eyes are not so bold
To view the Sun, that flies with radiant wing:
Vnlesse that we doo hold
A glasse before them, or some other thing.
Then wisely this to passe did Fortune bring
To couer thee with such a vaile:
For heeretofore, when any viewed thee,
Thy sight made his to faile,
For (sooth) thou art: thy beautie telleth mee.
One of the fairest as euer J did see.
Thy graces to obscure,
With such a froward husband, and so base
She meant thereby most sure
That Cupids force, and loue thou should'st embrace,
For 'tis a force to loue no wondrous case.
Then care no more for kin,
And doubt no more, for feare thou must forsake,


To loue thou must begin,
And from hence-forth this question neuer make,
If that thou should'st a secret Louer take?
Of force it dooth behooue
That thou should'st be belou'd, and that againe
(Faire Mistresse) thou should'st loue,
For to what end, what purpose, and what gaine,
Should such perfections serue? as now in vaine
My loue is of such art,
That (of it selfe) it well deserues to take
In thy sweete loue a part:
Then for no Sheepheard, that his loue dooth make,
(Sweet life) doo not my secret loue forsake.
FINIS.
Bar. Yong.