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TWO PASTORELS, MADE BY SIR PHILLIP SIDNEY.
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The Complete Works of Sir Philip Sidney | ||
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TWO PASTORELS, MADE BY SIR PHILLIP SIDNEY.
Upon his meeting with his two worthy Friends, and fellow Poets, Sir Edward Dier, and M. Fulke Grevill.
[Joyne mates in mirth to me]
Joyne mates in mirth to me,
Grant pleasure to our meeting:
Let Pan our good God see,
How gratefull is our greeting.
Joyne hearts and hands, so let it be,
Make but one minde in bodies three.
Grant pleasure to our meeting:
Let Pan our good God see,
How gratefull is our greeting.
Joyne hearts and hands, so let it be,
Make but one minde in bodies three.
Ye Hymnes and singing skill
Of God Apolloes giving,
Be prest our reeds to fill,
With sound of musicke living.
Joyne hearts and hands, &c.
Of God Apolloes giving,
Be prest our reeds to fill,
With sound of musicke living.
Joyne hearts and hands, &c.
Sweet Orpheus Harpe, whose sound
The stedfast mountaines moved,
Let here thy skill abound,
To joyne sweete friends beloved.
Joyne hearts and hands, &c.
The stedfast mountaines moved,
Let here thy skill abound,
To joyne sweete friends beloved.
Joyne hearts and hands, &c.
My two and I be met,
A happy blessed Trinitie,
As three most joyntly set,
In firmest band of unity.
Joyne hands, &c.
A happy blessed Trinitie,
As three most joyntly set,
In firmest band of unity.
Joyne hands, &c.
Welcome my two to me,
The number best beloved,
Within my heart you be
In friendship unremooved.
Joyne hands, &c.
The number best beloved,
Within my heart you be
In friendship unremooved.
Joyne hands, &c.
Give leave your flocks to range,
Let us the while be playing,
Within the Elmy grange,
Your flockes will not be straying.
Joyne hands, &c.
Let us the while be playing,
Within the Elmy grange,
Your flockes will not be straying.
Joyne hands, &c.
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Cause all the mirth you can,
Since I am now come hether,
Who never joy but when
I am with you together.
Joyne hands, &c.
Since I am now come hether,
Who never joy but when
I am with you together.
Joyne hands, &c.
Like lovers doe their love,
So joy I, in you seeing:
Let nothing me remove
From alwaies with you being.
Joyne hands, &c.
So joy I, in you seeing:
Let nothing me remove
From alwaies with you being.
Joyne hands, &c.
And as the turtle Dove
To mate with whom he liveth,
Such comfort, fervent love
Of you to my heart giveth.
Joyne hands, &c.
To mate with whom he liveth,
Such comfort, fervent love
Of you to my heart giveth.
Joyne hands, &c.
Now joyned be our hands,
Let them be ne're asunder,
But linkt in binding bands
By metamorphoz'd wonder.
So should our severed bodies three
As one for ever joyned be.
Let them be ne're asunder,
But linkt in binding bands
By metamorphoz'd wonder.
So should our severed bodies three
As one for ever joyned be.
Sir Ph. Sidney.
Dispraise of a Courtly life.
Walking in bright Phoebus blaze,
Where with heate opprest I was,
I got to a shady wood,
Where greene leaves did newly bud
And of grasse was plenty dwelling,
Deckt with pide flowers sweetly smelling.
Where with heate opprest I was,
I got to a shady wood,
Where greene leaves did newly bud
And of grasse was plenty dwelling,
Deckt with pide flowers sweetly smelling.
In this wood a man I met,
On lamenting wholy set:
Ruing change of wonted state,
Whence he was transformed late,
Once to Shepheards God retaining,
Now in servile Court remaining.
On lamenting wholy set:
Ruing change of wonted state,
Whence he was transformed late,
Once to Shepheards God retaining,
Now in servile Court remaining.
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There he wandring malcontent,
Up and downe perplexed went,
Daring not to tell to me,
Spake unto a senselesse tree,
One amongst the rest electing
These same words, or this effecting.
Up and downe perplexed went,
Daring not to tell to me,
Spake unto a senselesse tree,
One amongst the rest electing
These same words, or this effecting.
My old mates I grieve to see,
Voyde of me in field to be,
Where we once our lovely sheepe,
Lovingly like friends did keepe,
Oft each others friendship proving,
Never striving, but in loving.
Voyde of me in field to be,
Where we once our lovely sheepe,
Lovingly like friends did keepe,
Oft each others friendship proving,
Never striving, but in loving.
But may Love abiding be
In poore shepheards base degree?
It belongs to such alone
To whom art of Love is knowne:
Seely shepheards are not witting
What in art of Love is fitting.
In poore shepheards base degree?
It belongs to such alone
To whom art of Love is knowne:
Seely shepheards are not witting
What in art of Love is fitting.
Nay what need the art to those,
To whom we our love disclose?
It is to be used then,
When we doe but flatter men:
Friendship true in heart assured,
Is by natures gifts procured.
To whom we our love disclose?
It is to be used then,
When we doe but flatter men:
Friendship true in heart assured,
Is by natures gifts procured.
Therefore shepheards wanting skil,
Can Loves duties best fulfill,
Since they know not how to faine,
Nor with Love to cloake Disdaine:
Like the wiser sort, whose learning
Hides their inward will of harming.
Can Loves duties best fulfill,
Since they know not how to faine,
Nor with Love to cloake Disdaine:
Like the wiser sort, whose learning
Hides their inward will of harming.
Well was I, while under shade
Oaten Reeds me musick made,
Striving with my mates in Song:
Mixing mirth our Songs among,
Greater was the shepheards treasure,
Then this false, fine, courtly pleasure.
Oaten Reeds me musick made,
Striving with my mates in Song:
Mixing mirth our Songs among,
Greater was the shepheards treasure,
Then this false, fine, courtly pleasure.
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Where, how many Creatures be,
So many puft in mind I see,
Like to Junoes birds of pride,
Scarce each other can abide:
Friends like to black Swans apearing
Sooner these than those in hearing.
So many puft in mind I see,
Like to Junoes birds of pride,
Scarce each other can abide:
Friends like to black Swans apearing
Sooner these than those in hearing.
Therefore Pan, if thou mayest be,
Made to listen unto me,
Grant I say (if seely man
May make treaty to God Pan)
That I, without thy denying,
May be still to thee relying.
Made to listen unto me,
Grant I say (if seely man
May make treaty to God Pan)
That I, without thy denying,
May be still to thee relying.
Only for my two loves sake,
In whose love I pleasure take,
Onely two do me delight
With their ever pleasing sight,
Of all men to thee retaining.
Grant me with those two remaining.
In whose love I pleasure take,
Onely two do me delight
With their ever pleasing sight,
Of all men to thee retaining.
Grant me with those two remaining.
So shall I to thee alwaies,
With my reeds sound mighty praise,
And first Lambe that shall befall,
Yearely decke thine Altar shall,
If it please thee to be reflected,
And I from thee not rejected.
With my reeds sound mighty praise,
And first Lambe that shall befall,
Yearely decke thine Altar shall,
If it please thee to be reflected,
And I from thee not rejected.
So I left him in that place,
Taking pittie on his case,
Learning this among the rest
That the meane estate is best,
Better filled with contenting
Void of wishing and repenting.
Taking pittie on his case,
Learning this among the rest
That the meane estate is best,
Better filled with contenting
Void of wishing and repenting.
Sir Ph. Sidney.
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