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Damætas Madrigall in praise of his Daphnis.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Damætas Madrigall in praise of his Daphnis.

Tvne on my pipe the praises of my Loue,
Loue faire and bright:
Fill earth with sound, and ayrie heauens aboue,
heauen's Ioues delight,
with Daphnis praise.
To pleasant Tempe Groues and Plaines about,
Plaines, Sheepheards pride:
Resounding Ecchoes of her praise ring out,
ring farre and wide
my Daphnis praise.
When I begin to sing, begin to sound,
sounds loud and shrill:
Doo make each note vnto the skies rebound,
skies calme and still,
with Daphnis praise.
Her tresses are like vviers of beaten gold,
Gold bright and sheene:


Like Nysus golden haire that Scilla pold,
Scill, ore-seene
through Minos loue.
Her eyes like shining Lamps in midst of night,
Night darke and dead:
Or as the Starres that giue the Sea-men light,
Light for to leade
their wandring Ships.
Amidst her cheekes the Rose and Lilly striue,
Lilly, snow-white:
When their contend dooth make their colour thriue.
Colour too bright
for Sheepheards eyes.
Her lips like Scarlet of the finest die,
Scarlet blood-red:
Teeth white as Snow, which on the hills dooth lie,
Hills ouer-spread
by Winters force.
Her skinne as soft as is the finest silke,
Silke soft and fine:
Of colour like vnto the whitest milke,
Milke of the Kine
of Daphnis Heard.
As swift of foote as is the pretty Roe,
Roe swift of pace:
When yelping Hounds pursue her to and fro,
Hounds fierce in chase,
to reaue her life.
Cease tongue to tell of any more compares,
Compares too rude:


Daphnis deserts and beauty are too rare,
Then heere conclude
faire Daphnis praise.
FINIS.
I. Wootton.