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¶Philon the Shepheard, his Song.
VVHile that the Sunne with his beames hot,
Scorched the fruites in vale and mountaine:
Philon the Shepheard late forgot,
Sitting besides a Christall Fountaine:
In shaddow of a greene Oake-tree,
Vpon his Pipe this Song plaid hee.
Adiew Loue, adiew Loue, vntrue Loue,
Vntrue Loue, vntrue Loue, adiew Loue:
Your minde is light, soone lost for new loue.
So long as I was in your sight,
I was your heart, your soule, and treasure:
And euermore you sob'd and sigh'd,
Burning in flames beyond all measure.
Three dayes endur'd your loue to me:
And it was lost in other three.
Adiew Loue, adiew Loue, vntrue Loue, &c.
Another Shepheard you did see,
To whom your heart was soone enchained:
Full soone your loue was leapt from me,
Full soone my place he had obtained.
Soone came a third, your loue to win:
And we were out, and he was in.
Adiew Loue, &c.
Sure you haue made me passing glad,
That you your minde so soone remoued: