Il Pastor Fido, The faithfull Shepherd A Pastorall Written in Italian by Baptista Guarini ... |
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MIRTILLO.Spring, the yeers youth, fair Mother of new flowrs,
New leaves, new loves, drawn by the winged hours,
Thou art return'd; but the felicity
Thou brought'st me last is not return'd with thee.
Thou art return'd, but nought returns with thee
Save my lost joyes regretfull memory.
Thou art the self same thing thou wert before,
As fair and jocund: but I am no more
The thing I was, so gracious in her sight
Who is Heav'ns master-piece, and Earth's delight,
“O bitter-sweets of Love! Far worse it is
“To lose, then never to have tasted blisse.
“But O how sweet were Love, if it could not
“Be lost, or being lost could be forgot!
Though if my hopes (as mine are wont to be)
Are not of glasse, or my love make me see
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Be not deceiv'd both by my self, and by
Another: Here I shall that Sun behold
Which I adore, impart her beams of gold
To my blest sight, behold her flying feet
Stop at my sad notes; here upon the sweet
Food of that lovely face I shall suffice
After a tedious fast my greedy eyes.
Here, here behold that proud one on me turn
Her sparkling lamps, if not to light, to burn.
And if not fraught with amorous delight,
So kindly cruell as to kill outright.
Yet were't but just, that after so much pain
As I have hitherto endur'd in vain,
Thou Love at length shouldst make the Sun appear
To this benighted earth serene and cleer.
Hither Ergasto did direct me, where
Corisca and my Amarillis were
To play at Blindman-buffe: but I can finde
In this place nothing but my love that's blind,
And so deceiv'd, mis-led by a false guide
To seek that light which is to me deny'd.
Pray Heav'n my hard and envious fate beneath
This sugred Pill now have not hid my death.
This tedious stay afflicts me: “For to those
“That go to meet their Loves, each moment shows
“An age. Perchance I have arriv'd too late,
And made for me too long Corisca wait:
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Have done this fault, I will lie down and dye.
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