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 3, 2024.
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Astrophels Loue is dead.
RIng out your belles, let mourning shewes be spread,For Loue is dead.All loue is dead infectedWith plague of deepe disdaine:Worth as nought worth reiected,And faith faire scorne doth gaine.From so vngratefull fancie,From such a femall frenzie,From them that vse men thus:Good Lord deliuer vs.
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Weepe neighbours weepe, doe you not heare it saideThat Loue is dead?His death-bed Peacocks follie,His winding sheete is shame:His will false, seeming holie,His sole exectour blame.From so vngratefull fancie,From such a female frenzie,From them that vse men thus:Good Lord deliuer vs.
Let Dirge be sunge, and Trentals richly read,For Loue is dead.And wrong his Tombe ordaineth,My Mistresse marble hart:Which Epitaph containeth,Her eyes were once his Dart.From so vngratefull fancie,From such a female frenzie,From them that vse men thus:Good Lord deliuer vs.
Alas, I lye, rage hath this errour bred,Loue is not dead.Loue is not dead, but sleepethIn her vnmatched minde:Where shee his counsell keepeth,Till due desert she find.Therefore from so vile fancie,To call such wit a frenzie,Who loue can temper thus:Good Lord deliuer vs.
Sir. Phil. Sidney.
FINIS.
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