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Colin Cloutes mournfull Dittie for the death of Astrophell.
Sheepheards that wunt on pipes of Oaten reede,
Oft-times to plaine your loues concealed smart;
And with your pitteous Layes haue learn'd to breede
Compassion in a Country-Lasses hart:
Harken ye gentle Sheepheards to my song,
And place my dolefull plaint your plaints among.
Oft-times to plaine your loues concealed smart;
And with your pitteous Layes haue learn'd to breede
Compassion in a Country-Lasses hart:
Harken ye gentle Sheepheards to my song,
And place my dolefull plaint your plaints among.
To you alone I sing this mournfull verse,
The mournfulst verse that euerman heard tell:
To you whose softned harts it may empierse
With dolours dart for death of Astrophell.
To you I sing, and to none other wight:
For well I wot, my rimes been rudely dight.
The mournfulst verse that euerman heard tell:
To you whose softned harts it may empierse
With dolours dart for death of Astrophell.
To you I sing, and to none other wight:
For well I wot, my rimes been rudely dight.
Yet as they been, if any nicer wit
Shall hap to heare, or couet them to reade:
Thinke he, that such are for such ones most fit,
Made not to please the liuing, but the dead.
And if in him found pitty euer place:
Let him be moou'd to pitty such a case.
Shall hap to heare, or couet them to reade:
Thinke he, that such are for such ones most fit,
And if in him found pitty euer place:
Let him be moou'd to pitty such a case.
FINIS.
Edm. Spencer.
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