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The Sheepheard Eurymachus to his faire Sheepheardesse Mirimida.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

The Sheepheard Eurymachus to his faire Sheepheardesse Mirimida.

When Flora proud in pompe of all her flowers
sate bright and gay:
And gloried in the dewe of Jris showers,
and did display
Her mantle checquer'd all with gaudie greene,
Then I
alone
A mournfull man in Ericine was seene.


With folded armes I trampled through the grasse,
Tracing as he
That held the throane of Fortune brittle glasse,
And loue to be
Like Fortune fleeting, as the restlesse wind
Mixed
with mists
Whose dampe dooth make the clearest eyes grow blind.
Thus in a maze, I spied a hideous flame,
I cast my sight,
And sawe where blithely bathing in the same
With great delight
A worme did lie, wrapt in a smoakie sweate:
And yet
twas strange,
It carelesse lay, and shrunk not at the heate.
I stoode amaz'd, and wondring at the sight,
while that a dame,
That shone like to the heauens rich sparkling light,
Discourst the same,
And said, My friend, this worme within the fire:
Which lyes
content,
Is Uenus worme, and represents desire.
A Salamander is this princely beast,
Deck'd with a crowne,
Giuen him by Cupid as a gorgeous creast,
Gainst Fortunes frowne.
Content he lyes, and bathes him in the flame,
And goes
not foorth,
For why, he cannot liue without the same.
As he, so Louers liue within the fire
Of feruent loue:


And shrinke not from the flame of hote desire,
Nor will not moue
From any heate that Venus force imparts:
But he
content,
Within a fire, and waste away their harts.
Vp slewe the Dame, and vanish'd in a cloud,
But there stoode I,
And many thoughts within my mind did shroud
My loue: for why
I felt within my hart a scorching fire,
And yet
as did
The Salamander, twas my whole desire.
FINIS.
Ro. Greene.