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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¶ The Sheepheards dumpe.
LIke desart Woods, with darksome shades obscured,Where dreadfull beasts, where hatefull horror raigneth,Such is my wounded hart, whom sorrow paineth.
The Trees are fatall shafts, to death inured,That cruell loue within my hart maintaineth,To whet my greefe, when as my sorrow waineth.
The ghastly beasts, my thoughts in cares assured,Which wadge me warre, whilst hart no succour gaineth,With false suspect, and feare that still remaineth.
The horrors, burning sighs, by cares procured,Which foorth I send, whilst weeping eye complaineth,To coole the heate the helplesse hart containeth.
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But shafts, but cares, sighs, horrors vnrecured,Were nought esteem'd, if for their paines awarded:Your Sheepheards loue might be by you regarded.
S. E. D.
FINIS.
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