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<DATE>2009-01-03</DATE>
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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<HEAD>The Shepheards delight.</HEAD>
<OPENER><HI>To the tune of Frog galiar<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter"></HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>ON yonder hill there &s;prings a flower</L>
<L>faire befall tho&s;e dainty &s;w&eacute;etes:</L>
<L>And by that flower there &s;tands a bower,</L>
<L>Where all the heauenly Mu&s;es m&eacute;ets.</L>
<L>And in that Bower there &s;tands a chaire,</L>
<L>fringed all about with golde,</L>
<L>And therein &s;its the faire&s;t face,</L>
<L>that euer did mine eyes behold.</L>
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<LG>
<L>It was <HI>Philida</HI> faire and bright,</L>
<L>and the &s;hepheards on<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">ly ioy:</L>
<L>She whom <HI>Venus</HI> did mo&s;t &s;pight,</L>
<L>and the blinded little boy.</L>
<L>It was &s;he the wi&s;est rich,</L>
<L>whom all the World did ioy to &s;ee,</L>
<L>It was <HI>Ip&s;e qui</HI> the which,</L>
<L>there was none but only &s;hee.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Thou art the &s;hepheards Qu&eacute;ene,</L>
<L>pitty me thy wofull Swaine,</L>
<L>For by thy vertue hath been &s;&eacute;en</L>
<L>dead men re&s;torde to life againe.</L>
<L>Looke on me with thy faire eyes,</L>
<L>one &s;miling looke and I am gon:</L>
<L>Looke on me for I am he,</L>
<L>thy poore afflicted <HI>Coridon.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Dead am I to all delights,</L>
<L>except thy mercy quicken mee:</L>
<L>Graunt oh Qu&eacute;ene of el&s;e I die,</L>
<L>a P&s;alme for this my melody.</L>
<L>The while we &s;ing with chearefull noi&s;e</L>
<L>Wood Nymphes &amp; Satyres al may play</L>
<L>With &s;iluer &s;ounding Mu&s;ickes voyce,</L>
<L>reioy&s;ing at this happy day.</L>
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<CLOSER><SIGNED>W. T.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<HEAD>A plea&s;ant new Ballad of DAPHNE.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To a new Tune.</OPENER>
<LG>
<L>WHen <HI>Daphne</HI> from fair <HI>Phebu</HI> did flie,</L>
<L>the We&s;t wind mo&s;t &s;weetly</L>
<L>Did blow in her face:</L>
<L>Her &s;ilken &s;carfe &s;car&s;e &s;hadowed her eyes,</L>
<L>The gods cride O pitty, &amp; held her in cha&s;e:</L>
<L>Stay Nymph, &s;tay Nymph cries <HI>Apollo,</HI></L>
<L>Larry and turne thee, &s;weet Nymph &s;tay,</L>
<L>Lyon nor Lyger do <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 word"> th&eacute;e follow.</L>
<L>turne thy faire eyes and looke this way,</L>
<L>O turne, O pretty &s;w&eacute;et,</L>
<L>And let our red lips meet:</L>
<L>Pitty O <HI>Daphne,</HI> pitty O pitty me,</L>
<L>pitty O <HI>Daphne</HI> pitty me.</L>
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<LG>
<L>She gaue no eare vnto his crie,</L>
<L>But &s;till did neglect him the more he did mone</L>
<L>He &s;till did entreate, &s;he &s;till did deny:</L>
<L>And earne&s;tly praies him to leaue her alone,</L>
<L>Neuer, neuer cries <HI>Apollo,</HI></L>
<L>Unle&s;&s;e to loue thou doe con&s;ent,</L>
<L>But &s;till with my voyce &s;o hollow,</L>
<L>I'le crie to thee while life be &s;pent,</L>
<L>But if thou turne to me,</L>
<L>I will prai&s;e thy felicity,</L>
<L>Pitty O <HI>Daphne,</HI> pitty, O pitty me,</L>
<L>pitty O <HI>Daphne</HI> pitty me.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Away like <HI>Venus</HI> Downe &s;he flies,</L>
<L>The red bloud her buskins did run all adown</L>
<L>Her plaintife Loue &s;he now denies,</L>
<L>Crying, helpe, helpe <HI>Diana,</HI> &amp; &s;aue my renown</L>
<L>Wanton, wanton lu&s;t is neare me,</L>
<L>Would and cha&s;t <HI>Diana</HI> heare,</L>
<L>Let the earth a virgin beare me,</L>
<L>or deuoure me quicke a maid.</L>
<L>Summer pure heard her pray,</L>
<L>Pitty O <HI>Daphe,</HI> pitty O pitty me,</L>
<L>pitty O <HI>Daphne</HI> pitty me.</L>
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<L>Amazed &s;tood <HI>Apollo</HI> then,</L>
<L>When he beheld <HI>Daphne</HI> turnd as &s;he de&s;ired</L>
<L>Accur&s;ed am I aboue Gods and men,</L>
<L>With griefe &amp; laments my &s;ences are tired,</L>
<L>Farewell fal&s;e <HI>Daphne</HI> mo&s;t vnkind,</L>
<L>My loue is buried in this graue,</L>
<L>Long haue I &s;ought loue, yet loue could not finde,</L>
<L>Therefore this is my Epithite,</L>
<L>This tr&eacute;e doth <HI>Daphne</HI> couer,</L>
<L>That neuer pittied Louer,</L>
<L>Farewell fai&s;e <HI>Daphne</HI> that would not pitty</L>
<L>nor be my Loue, yet art thou my fr&eacute;e. me,</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS,</TRAILER>
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<P>Imprinted at London for I. W.</P>
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