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The Sheepheard Delicius his Dittie.
Neuer a greater foe did Loue disdaine,
Or trode on grasse so gay,
Nor Nimph greene leaues with whiter hand hath rent,
More golden haire the wind did neuer blow,
Nor fairer Dame hath bound in white attire,
Or hath in Lawne more gracious features tied,
Then my sweete Enemie.
Or trode on grasse so gay,
Nor Nimph greene leaues with whiter hand hath rent,
More golden haire the wind did neuer blow,
Nor fairer Dame hath bound in white attire,
Or hath in Lawne more gracious features tied,
Then my sweete Enemie.
Beautie and chastitie one place refraine,
In her beare equall sway:
Filling the world with wonder and content.
But they doo giue me paine and double woe,
Since loue and beautie kindled my desire,
And cruell chastitie from me denied
All sence of iollitie.
In her beare equall sway:
Filling the world with wonder and content.
But they doo giue me paine and double woe,
Since loue and beautie kindled my desire,
And cruell chastitie from me denied
All sence of iollitie.
There is no Rose, nor Lillie after raine,
Nor flower in moneth of May,
Nor pleasant meade, nor greene in Sommer sent,
That seeing them, my minde delighteth so,
As that faire flower which all the heauens admire,
Spending my thoughts on her, in whom abide
All grace and gifts on hie.
Nor flower in moneth of May,
Nor pleasant meade, nor greene in Sommer sent,
That seeing them, my minde delighteth so,
As that faire flower which all the heauens admire,
Spending my thoughts on her, in whom abide
All grace and gifts on hie.
Me thinks my heauenly Nimph I see againe
Her neck and breast display:
Seeing the whitest Ermine to frequent
Some plaine, or flowers that make the fairest show.
O Gods, I neuer yet beheld her nier.
Or farre, in shade, or Sunne, that satisfied
I was in passing by.
Her neck and breast display:
Seeing the whitest Ermine to frequent
Some plaine, or flowers that make the fairest show.
O Gods, I neuer yet beheld her nier.
Or farre, in shade, or Sunne, that satisfied
I was in passing by.
The Meade, the Mount, the Riuer, Wood, and Plaine,
With all their braue array,
Yeeld not such sweete, as that faire face that's bent
Sorrowes and ioy in each soule to bestow
In equall parts, procur'd by amorous fire
Beauty and Loue in her their force haue tried,
to blind each humane eye.
With all their braue array,
Yeeld not such sweete, as that faire face that's bent
In equall parts, procur'd by amorous fire
Beauty and Loue in her their force haue tried,
to blind each humane eye.
Each wicked mind and will, which wicked vice dooth staine,
her vertues breake and stay:
All ayres infect by ayre are purg'd and spent,
Though of a great foundation they did grow.
O body, that so braue a soule doo'st hire,
And blessed soule, whose vertues euer pried
aboue the starrie skie.
her vertues breake and stay:
All ayres infect by ayre are purg'd and spent,
Though of a great foundation they did grow.
O body, that so braue a soule doo'st hire,
And blessed soule, whose vertues euer pried
aboue the starrie skie.
Onely for her my life in ioyes I traine
my soule sings many a Lay:
Musing on her, new Seas I doo inuent
Of soueraigne ioy, wherein with pride I rowe.
The deserts for her sake I doo require,
For without her, the Springs of ioy are dried
and that I doo defie.
my soule sings many a Lay:
Musing on her, new Seas I doo inuent
Of soueraigne ioy, wherein with pride I rowe.
The deserts for her sake I doo require,
For without her, the Springs of ioy are dried
and that I doo defie.
Sweete Fate, that to a noble deede doo'st straine,
and lift my hart to day:
Sealing her there with glorious ornament,
Sweete seale, sweete greefe, and sweetest ouerthrowe.
Sweete miracle, whose fame cannot expire,
Sweete wound, and golden shaft, that so espied
such heauenly companie
Of beauties graces in sweete vertues died,
As like were neuer in such yeares descried.
and lift my hart to day:
Sealing her there with glorious ornament,
Sweete seale, sweete greefe, and sweetest ouerthrowe.
Sweete miracle, whose fame cannot expire,
Sweete wound, and golden shaft, that so espied
such heauenly companie
Of beauties graces in sweete vertues died,
As like were neuer in such yeares descried.
FINIS.
Bar. Yong.
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