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The Sheepheards solace.
Phæbus delights to view his Laurell tree,The Poplar pleaseth Hercules alone:
Melissa mother is and fautrixe to the Bee,
Pallas will weare the Oliue branch alone.
Of Sheepheards and their flocks Pales is Queene:
And Ceres ripes the Corne was lately greene.
To Chloris euery flower belongs of right,
The Dryade Nimphs of vvoods make chiefe account:
Oreades in hills haue their delight,
Diana dooth protect each bubling Fount.
To Hebe louely kissing is assign'd:
To Zephire euery gentle-breathing wind.
But what is Loues delight? To hurt each where
He cares not whom, with Darts of deepe desire:
With watchfull iealousie, with hope, with feare,
With nipping cold, and secret flames of fire.
O happy houre, wherein I did forgoe:
This little God, so great a cause of woe.
FINIS.
Tho. Watson.
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