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¶A Pastorall Song betweene Phillis and Amarillis, two Nimphes, each aunswering other line for line.
FIe on the sleights that men deuise,
heigh hoe sillie sleights:
When simple Maydes they would entice,
Maides are yong mens chiefe delights.
Nay, women they witch with their eyes,
eyes like beames of burning Sunne:
And men once caught, they soone despise,
so are Sheepheards oft vndone.
If any young man win a maide,
happy man is he:
By trusting him she is betraide,
fie vpon such treacherie.
If Maides win young men with their guiles,
heigh hoe guilefull greefe:
They deale like weeping Crocodiles,
that murther men without releefe.
I know a simple Country Hinde,
heigh hoe sillie Swaine:
To whom faire Daphne prooued kinde,
was he not kinde to her againe?
He vowed by Pan with many an oath,
heigh hoe Sheepheards God is he:
Yet since hath chang'd, and broke his troath,
troth-plight broke, will plagued be.
She had deceaued many a Swaine,
fie on false deceite:
And plighted troath to them in vaine,
there can be no greefe more great.
Her measure was with measure paide,
heigh hoe, heigh hoe equall meede: