Englands Helicon. Or The Muses harmony.

¶Faire Phillis and her Shepheard.

SHepheard, saw you not my faire louely Phillis, Walking on this Mountaine, or on yonder plaine? She is gone this way to Dianaes Fountaine, and hath left me wounded, with her high disdaine. Aye me, she is faire, And without compare. Sorrow come and sit with me: Loue is full of feares, Loue is full of teares, Loue without these cannot be. Thus my passions paine me, For my loue hath slaine me, Gentle Shepheard beare a part: Pray to Cupids mother, For I know no other that can helpe to ease my smart.

Shepheard, I haue seene thy faire louely Phillis Where her flocks are feeding, by the Riuers side: Oh, I much admire she so farre exceeding In surpassing beautie, should surpasse in pride.

But alas I finde, They are all vnkinde Beautie knowes her power too well: When they list they loue, When they please they moue, thus they turne our heauen to hell. For their faire eyes glauncing, Like to Cupids dauncing, roule about still to deceaue vs: With vaine hopes deluding, Still dispraise concluding, Now they loue, and now they leaue vs.

Thus I doe despaire, haue her I shall neuer, If shee be so coy, lost is all my loue: But she is so faire I must loue her euer, All my paine is ioy, which for her I proue. If I should her trie, And she should denie heauie hart with woe will breake: Though against my will, Tongue thou must be still, for she will not heare thee speake. Then with sighs goe proue her, Let them shew I loue her, gracious Ʋenus be my guide: But though I complaine me,

She will still disdaine mee, beautie is so full of pride.

What though she be faire? speake, and feare not speeding, Be shee nere so coy, yet she may be wunne: Vnto her repaire, where her Flocks are feeding, Sit and tick and toy till set be the Sunne. Sunne then being set, Feare not Vulcanes net, though that Mars therein was caught: If she doe denie Thus to her replie Venus lawes she must be taught. Then with kisses mooue her, That's the way to proue her, thus thy Phillis must be wone: She will not forsake thee, But her Loue will make thee, When Loues dutie once is done.

Happie shall I be, If she graunt me fauour, Else for loue I die Phillis is so faire: Boldly then goe see, thou maist quickly haue her, Though she could denie,

yet doe not despaire. She is full of pride, Venus be my guide, helpe a silly Shepheards speed, Vse no such delay, Shepheard, goe thy way, venture man and doe the deed. I will sore complaine me, Say that loue hath slaine thee, if her fauours doe not feede: But take no deniall, Stand vpon thy triall, spare to speake, and want of speede.

FINIS.

I. G.