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[Goe my Flocke, goe get you hence]
Sir Phillip Sidney.
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Goe my Flocke, goe get you hence,Seeke some other place of feeding,
Where you may haue some defence,
Fro the stormes in my breast breeding,
And showers from mine eyes proceeding.
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Leaue a wretch in whom all woeCan abide to keepe no measure.
Merry flocke such one forgoe,
Vnto whom Myrth is displeasure,
Onely rich in measures treasure.
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Yet alas before you goeHeare your wofull Maisters story,
Which to stones I else would shew,
Sorrow onely then hath glory
When tis excellently sorry.
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Stella, fayrest Shepherdesse,Fayrest but yet cruelst euer.
Stella, whom the heau'ns still blesse,
Though against me she perseuer,
Though I blisse inherit neuer.
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Stella, hath refused meeStella, who more Loue hath proued
In this Catiffe hart to be
Then can in good to vs be moued
Towards Lambe-kins best beloued.
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Stella hath refused meeAstrophel, that so well serued,
In this pleasant spring (Muse) see
While in pride Flowers be preseru'd
Himselfe onely Winter-starued.
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Why alas then doth she sweareThat she loueth mee so deerely,
Seeing mee so long to beare
Coales of Loue that burne so cleerely,
And yet leaue me hopelesse meerely.
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Is that Loue? forsooth I trowIf I saw my good Dogge grieued
And a help for him did know
My Loue should not be belieued
But hee were by mee relieued.
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No she hates mee (well away)Fayning Loue, somewhat to please mee,
Knowing, if she should display
All her hate, Death soone would seize me,
And of hideous torments ease me.
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Then my flocke now adew,But alas, if in your straying
Heauenly Stella meet with you,
Tell her in your pittious blaying,
Her poore slaues iust decaying.
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