[XVIII. Sweet Phillida]
Sweet
Phillida, Phillida
Sweet
Phillida, Phillida my flockes as white and pure
as snowie downe, my my flocks as white and pure, my
fit mourning for thy sake, fit, &c. for, &c. Come when thou wilt I neuer meane to frowne,
Thy loue I will pertake, will pertake, thy,
I, thy, Come quickly, come, come, come, I sigh,
I sigh, for thee my deerest sweet, Ile turne my flocks away, And with
them Ile not stay, So thee and I most louingly, so, &c.
in loue each other meete. in loue each other meete.
