Englands Helicon Casta placent superis, pura cum veste venite, et manibus puris sumite fontis aquam.

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Englands Helicon Casta placent superis, pura cum veste venite, et manibus puris sumite fontis aquam.
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At London :: Printed by I. R[oberts] for Iohn Flasket, and are to be sold in Paules Church-yard, at the signe of the Beare,
1600.
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English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700 -- Early works to 1800.
Pastoral poetry, English -- Early works to 1800.
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"Englands Helicon Casta placent superis, pura cum veste venite, et manibus puris sumite fontis aquam." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A16273.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 13, 2024.

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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:

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She was beguil'd that had betraide, so shall all deceauers speede.
If euery Maide were like to me, heigh hoe hard of hart: Both loue and louers scorn'd should be, scorners shall be sure of smart. If euery Maide were of my minde, heigh hoe, heigh hoe louely sweete: They to their Louers should prooue kinde, kindnes is for Maydens meete.
Me thinks loue is an idle toy, heigh hoe busie paine: Both wit and sence it dooth annoy, both sence & wit thereby we gaine. Tush Phillis cease, be not so coy, heigh hoe, heigh hoe coy disdaine: I know you loue a Sheepheards boy, fie that Maydens so should faine.
Well Amarillis, now I yeeld, Sheepheards pipe aloude: Loue conquers both in towne and field, like a Tirant, fierce and proude. The euening starre is vp ye see, Vesper shines, we must away: Would euery Louer might agree, so we end our Roundelay.

H. C.

FINIS.
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