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THE SHEPHERD TO HIS MISTRESS.
Sweet, whilst the sun is shining,
Let us put by repining,
And roam the country round:
For this is Love's own ground.
Let us put by repining,
And roam the country round:
For this is Love's own ground.
For thee morn spreads her posies,
And summer-blowing roses
With circling odours tell
The air where thou dost dwell.
And summer-blowing roses
With circling odours tell
The air where thou dost dwell.
Fair crystal streams abiding
Do stay their nimble sliding;
Whilst every floating fish
Doth wait upon thy wish.
Do stay their nimble sliding;
Whilst every floating fish
Doth wait upon thy wish.
The fields bring forth the guerdon
Of Flora's teeming burden:
All hearts are fain to say,
How sweetly shines the day!
Of Flora's teeming burden:
All hearts are fain to say,
How sweetly shines the day!
The woods and groves are ringing
With dainty voices singing:
Each pretty bird doth find
A love-mate to his mind.
With dainty voices singing:
Each pretty bird doth find
A love-mate to his mind.
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Come then, my fairest, dearest,
Who such a goodness wearest,
Let love with sweet delight
All parted pains requite.
Who such a goodness wearest,
Let love with sweet delight
All parted pains requite.
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