London :: Printed [by Thomas Snodham] for Richard More, and are to be sould at his shop in S. Dunstanes Church-yard,
1614.
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Pastoral poetry, English.
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"Englands Helicon. Or The Muses harmony." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A16274.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 15, 2024.
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¶Syrenus his Song to Dianaes Flockes.
PAssed contents,Oh what meane ye?Forsake me now, and doe not wearie me.Wilt thou heare mee O memorie?My pleasant dayes, and nights againe,I haue appai'd with seauen-fold paine.Thou hast no more to aske me why,For when I went, they all did die,As thou do'st see:O leaue me then, and doe not wearie me.Greene field, and shadowed valley, where
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Sometime my chiefest pleasure was,Behold what I did after passe.Then let me rest, and if I beareNot with good cause continuall feare:Now doe you see,O leaue me then, and doe not trouble mee.
I saw a hart changed of late,And wearied to assure mine:Then I was forced to recure mineBy good occasion, time and fate,My thoughts that now such passion hate,O what meane ye?Forsake me now, and doe not wearie mee.You Lambes and Sheepe that in these Layes,Did sometime follow me so glad:The merry houres, and the sadAre passed now, with all those dayes.Make not such mirth and wonted playesAs once did ye.For now no more, you haue deceaued me.
If that to trouble me you come,Or come to comfort me indeed:I haue no ill for comforts need.But if to kill me: Then (in some)Now my ioyes are dead and dombe,Full well may yeKill me, and you shall make an end of me.
FINIS.
Bar. Yong.
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