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X. FANCY AND DESIRE.
Come hither, shepherd's swaine!
Sir, what doe you require?
I pray thee shew to me thy name!
My name is Fond Desire.
Sir, what doe you require?
I pray thee shew to me thy name!
My name is Fond Desire.
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When werte thou borne, Desyre?
In pryde and pompe of Maye.
By whom, sweet boy, wert thou begott?
By selfe-conceyte men saye.
In pryde and pompe of Maye.
By whom, sweet boy, wert thou begott?
By selfe-conceyte men saye.
Tell me, who was thy nourse?
Freshe youthe, in sugred ioye.
What was thy meat and dayly food?
Sad syghes and great annoye.
Freshe youthe, in sugred ioye.
What was thy meat and dayly food?
Sad syghes and great annoye.
What haddest thou than to drincke?
Vnfaynèd louer's teares.
What cradle wert thou rockèd in?
In hope deuoyde of teares.
Vnfaynèd louer's teares.
What cradle wert thou rockèd in?
In hope deuoyde of teares.
What lulled thee to thy sleepe?
Sweet thoughtes wch lyked one beste.
And wher is now thy dwelling place?
In gentle hearts I rest.
Sweet thoughtes wch lyked one beste.
And wher is now thy dwelling place?
In gentle hearts I rest.
Dothe companye displease?
It dothe in manye one.
Where would Desyre than chuse to be?
He loues to muse alone.
It dothe in manye one.
Where would Desyre than chuse to be?
He loues to muse alone.
What feedeth most thy syghte?
To gaze one Beauty still.
Whome fyndest thou most thy foe?
Disdayne of my good will.
To gaze one Beauty still.
Whome fyndest thou most thy foe?
Disdayne of my good will.
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Will euer age or death,
Bring the vnto decaye?
Noe, noe, Desyre both liues and dyes
A thousande tymes a daye.
Bring the vnto decaye?
Noe, noe, Desyre both liues and dyes
A thousande tymes a daye.
Then, fond Desyre, farewell,
Thou art no mate for me;
I should be lothe, methinks to dwell
With such a one as thee.
Thou art no mate for me;
I should be lothe, methinks to dwell
With such a one as thee.
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