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Oenones complaint in blanke verse.
Melpomene
the Muse of tragicke songs,
With mournfull tunes in stole of dismall hue,
Assist a sillie Nimphe to waile her woe,
And leaue thy lustie company behind.
With mournfull tunes in stole of dismall hue,
Assist a sillie Nimphe to waile her woe,
And leaue thy lustie company behind.
This lucklesse wreathe becomes not me to weare,
The Poplar tree for tryumph of my loue,
Then as my ioy, my pride of loue is left;
Be thou vncloathed of thy louely greene.
The Poplar tree for tryumph of my loue,
Then as my ioy, my pride of loue is left;
Be thou vncloathed of thy louely greene.
And in thy leaues my fortunes written be,
And then some gentle winde let blow abroade,
That all the world may see, how false of loue,
False Paris hath to his Oenone beene.
And then some gentle winde let blow abroade,
That all the world may see, how false of loue,
False Paris hath to his Oenone beene.
FINIS.
Geo. Peele.
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