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Sireno a Sheepheard, hauing a lock of his faire Nimphs haire, wrapt about with greene silke, mournes thus in a Loue-Dittie.
What chang's heere, ô haire,
I see since I saw you?
How ill fits you this greene to weare,
For hope the colour due?
In deede I well did hope,
Though hope were mixt with feare:
No other Sheepheard should haue scope
Once to approach this heare.
I see since I saw you?
How ill fits you this greene to weare,
For hope the colour due?
In deede I well did hope,
Though hope were mixt with feare:
No other Sheepheard should haue scope
Once to approach this heare.
Ah haire, how many dayes,
My Dian made me show,
With thousand prettie childish playes,
If I ware you or no?
Alas, how oft with teares,
(Oh teares of guilefull brest:)
She seemed full of iealous feares,
Whereat I did but iest?
My Dian made me show,
With thousand prettie childish playes,
If I ware you or no?
Alas, how oft with teares,
(Oh teares of guilefull brest:)
She seemed full of iealous feares,
Whereat I did but iest?
Tell me ô haire of gold,
If I then faultie be:
That trust those killing eyes I would,
Since they did warrant me?
Haue you not seene her moode,
What streames of teares she spent:
Till that I sware my faith so stoode,
As her words had it bent?
If I then faultie be:
That trust those killing eyes I would,
Since they did warrant me?
Haue you not seene her moode,
What streames of teares she spent:
Till that I sware my faith so stoode,
As her words had it bent?
Who hath such beautie seene,
In one that changeth so?
Or where one loues, so constant beene,
Who euer saw such woe?
Ah haires, you are not greeu'd,
To come from whence you be:
Seeing how once you saw I liu'd,
To see me as you see.
In one that changeth so?
Or where one loues, so constant beene,
Who euer saw such woe?
Ah haires, you are not greeu'd,
To come from whence you be:
Seeing how once you saw I liu'd,
To see me as you see.
On sandie banke of late,
I saw this woman sit:
Where, Sooner die then change my state,
She with her singer writ.
Thus my beleefe was stay'd,
Behold Loues mighty hand
On things, were by a vvoman say'd,
And written in the sand.
I saw this woman sit:
Where, Sooner die then change my state,
She with her singer writ.
Thus my beleefe was stay'd,
Behold Loues mighty hand
On things, were by a vvoman say'd,
And written in the sand.
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