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DIALOGUES.

A Dialogue betwene a Lover and Reason.

Weepe not, nor backward turne your beames, fond eyes
Love.

Weepe not, nor backward turne your beames, fond eyes; sad sighes, locke in your breath, lest on this winde, or in those streams, my griev'd soule flie, or saile to death, Fortune destroys me if I stay, Love kils me if I goe away; since Love and Fortune both are blind, com Reason and resolve my doubtfull mind.

Reason.

Fly, fly, and blind Fortune be thy guide, and gainst the blinder God rebell; thy love sick heart shall not reside where scorn and selfe-wild Error dwell, where entrance unto truth is barr'd, where love and faith finde no reward; for my just hand may sometimes move the wheele of

Fortune, not the sphere of Loue.

Cho:

Fly, fly, and blind Fortune bee thy guide, and gainst the blinder God rebell, thy love-sick heart shall not reside where scorn and selfe-wild Error dwell.

A Dialogue between Phillida and Coridon.

Ah, Coridon, contentedly we tend our bleating flocks
Phil.

Ah, Coridon, contentedly we tend our bleating flocks, but think not of our end

Coridon.

Faire Philiida, our life that's innocent, cannot be guilty of an ill event: 'tis true, but yet me thinks diseas'd old age, should make us weary of our pilgrimage: our age points to our end; in this we're

blest, that after all our pains, w'are neer our rest.

Cho:

In this w'are blest, that after all our pains, w'are neere our rest.

But wher's our rest? must we not fight with death, and gainst him lose our life for want of breath; Death hasts us to our graves, if well we die we shall have heav'n, we shall have heav'n in change for misery.

Cho:

Then welcome death, obey, obey our destiny, And change our frailty our frailty for eternity.

A Pastorall Dialogue between two Nymphs Amarillis and Daphne.

Daphne , Shepheards if they knew their happines would not be Kings

Daphne , Shepheards if they knew their happines would not be Kings,

Daphne

Ther's nothing in the world more true then that which Amarillis sings

Then Daphne tune thine Oaten Reed, and let us know this onely strife, whether thy Pipe or mine exceede in singing of a Shepheards life.

Upon our huts of Turfe without the grasse within the Ivie's sprout, the hills yeeld

sedge and rushes store to thack the roofe and strew the floore,

The angry Thistles shed us Down to make our bed.

Lambkins bequeath us when they die, the blankets warm wherein we lie.

The morning sunne at sluggards blushes,

but lights us early through the bushes, where Philomel amongst the Roses, her sweet, her sweet melody discloses; and whilest we wash our eyes and hands in basons of some

Fountaine pure, with melting Notes poore heart shee stands, as if shee held the weeping Ewer. Hence with devotion as we go t'unfold our flocks the fields we strow, till pierced clouds th'impression feele, and tuft the Cushion, and tuft the Cushion where we kneel. Then ope the grate of hayle wands wherein our bleating Prisoners stand.

The Wether Rings for joy his Bell,

whilst from their pound the Ewes doe bound at the sound of the merry peale.

The pretty Lambe but new awake, bridles in her pretty chin, and stretches our her curled back.

Nor are our pipes mute as they passe to nibble up the three leav'd grasse, and straine such tufts of greene as these, into their milke and silver fleece, when the high mountaines give no shade,

the woods and fountains lend their

ayd.

where harmles swains doe joine their mirth, their bottles and their bags with ours,

As on the table of the Earth wee feast and sport it in the bowr's

whil'st Phœbus rages, Pan asswages, to whose ayd we sing:

and when the heat makes us retreat, upon the Downs we make a Ring,

then our fancies show in Dances.

change and chances incident to every thing

Then folde our flockes,

and to our

shed, and with the Lambe wee goe to bed.

Cho:

Ye purple Robes, and Crowned heads, upon this life the shepheard leads, could you without ambition looke, you'd change your Scepter, your Scepter for his Crook; you'd change your Scepter for his Crooke.