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The Sheepheards sorrow, being disdained in loue.
Mvses helpe me, sorrow swarmeth,
Eyes are fraught with Seas of languish:
Haplesse hope my solace harmeth,
Mindes repast is bitter anguish.
Eyes are fraught with Seas of languish:
Haplesse hope my solace harmeth,
Mindes repast is bitter anguish.
Eye of day regarded neuer,
Certaine trost in vvorld vntrustie:
Flattering hope beguileth euer,
Wearie old, and wanton lustie.
Certaine trost in vvorld vntrustie:
Flattering hope beguileth euer,
Wearie old, and wanton lustie.
Dawne of day beholds enthroned,
Fortunes darling proud and dreadlesse:
Darksome night dooth heare him moaned,
Who before was rich and needelesle.
Fortunes darling proud and dreadlesse:
Darksome night dooth heare him moaned,
Who before was rich and needelesle.
Rob the Spheare of lines vnited,
Make a suddaine voide in nature:
Force the day to be benighted,
Reaue the cause of time and creature.
Make a suddaine voide in nature:
Force the day to be benighted,
Reaue the cause of time and creature.
Ere the world will cease to varie,
This I weepe for, this I sorrow:
Muses, if you please to tarie,
Further helpe I meane to borrow.
This I weepe for, this I sorrow:
Muses, if you please to tarie,
Further helpe I meane to borrow.
Courted once by Fortunes fauour,
Compast now with Enuies curses:
All my thoughts of sorrowes sauour,
Hopes runne fleeting like the Sourses.
Compast now with Enuies curses:
Hopes runne fleeting like the Sourses.
Aye me, wanton scorne hath maimed
All the ioyes my hart enioyed:
Thoughts their thinking haue disclaimed,
Hate my hopes haue quite annoyed.
All the ioyes my hart enioyed:
Thoughts their thinking haue disclaimed,
Hate my hopes haue quite annoyed.
Scant regard my yveale hath scanted,
Looking coy, hath forc'd my lowring:
Nothing lik'd, where nothing wanted,
Weds mine eyes to ceaselesse showring.
Looking coy, hath forc'd my lowring:
Nothing lik'd, where nothing wanted,
Weds mine eyes to ceaselesse showring.
Former loue was once admired,
Present fauour is estraunged:
Loath'd the pleasure long desired,
Thus both men and thoughts are chaunged.
Present fauour is estraunged:
Loath'd the pleasure long desired,
Thus both men and thoughts are chaunged.
Louely Swaine with luckie speeding,
Once, but now no more so friended:
You my Flocks haue had in feeding,
From the morne, till day was ended.
Once, but now no more so friended:
You my Flocks haue had in feeding,
From the morne, till day was ended.
Drink and fodder, foode and folding,
Had my Lambs and Ewes together:
I with them was still beholding,
Both in warmth and Winter weather.
Had my Lambs and Ewes together:
I with them was still beholding,
Both in warmth and Winter weather.
Now they languish, since refused,
Ewes and Lambs are pain'd with pining:
I with Ewes and Lambs confused,
All vnto our deaths declining.
Ewes and Lambs are pain'd with pining:
I with Ewes and Lambs confused,
All vnto our deaths declining.
Silence, leaue thy Caue obscured,
Daigne a dolefull Swaine to tender:
Though disdaines I haue endured,
Yet I am no deepe offender.
Daigne a dolefull Swaine to tender:
Though disdaines I haue endured,
Yet I am no deepe offender.
Phillips Sonne can with his finger
Hide his scarre, it is so little:
Little sinne a day to linger,
Wise men wander in a tittle.
Hide his scarre, it is so little:
Little sinne a day to linger,
Wise men wander in a tittle.
Trifles yet my Swaine have turned,
Though my Sunne he neuer showeth:
Though I weep, I am not mourned,
Though I want, no pity groweth.
Though my Sunne he neuer showeth:
Though I weep, I am not mourned,
Though I want, no pity groweth.
Yet for pittie, loue my Muses,
Gentle silence be their couer:
They must leaue their unwanted vses,
Since I leaue to be a Louer.
Gentle silence be their couer:
They must leaue their unwanted vses,
Since I leaue to be a Louer.
They shall liue with thee enclosed,
I will loath my pen and paper:
Art shall neuer be supposed,
Sloth shall quench the watching Taper.
I will loath my pen and paper:
Art shall neuer be supposed,
Sloth shall quench the watching Taper.
Kisse them silence, kisse them kindly,
Though I leaue them, yet I loue them:
Though my wit haue led them blindly,
Yet a Swaine did once approue them.
Though I leaue them, yet I loue them:
Though my wit haue led them blindly,
Yet a Swaine did once approue them.
I will trauaile soiles remoued,
Night and morning neuer merrie:
Thou shalt harbour that I loued,
I will loue that makes me wearie.
Night and morning neuer merrie:
Thou shalt harbour that I loued,
I will loue that makes me wearie.
If perchaunce the Sheepheard strayeth,
In thy walks and shades vnhaunted:
Tell the teene my hart betrayeth,
How neglect my ioyes have daunted.
In thy walks and shades vnhaunted:
Tell the teene my hart betrayeth,
How neglect my ioyes have daunted.
FINIS.
Thom. Lodge.
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