Englands Helicon. Or The Muses harmony.

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Title
Englands Helicon. Or The Muses harmony.
Publication
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 16, 2024.

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Coridons Hymne in praise of Amarillis.

VVOuld mine eyes were christall Fountaines, Where you might the shadow view Of my greefes, like to these mountaines Swelling for the losse of you. Cares which curelesse are alas, Helpelesse, haplesse for they grow: Cares like tares in number passe, All the seedes that loue doth sow. Who but could remember all Twinckling eyes still representing Starres which pierce me to the gall? Cause they lend no more contenting. And you Nectar-lips, alluring Humane sence to taste of heauen: For no Art of mans manuring, Finer silke hath euer weauen. Who but could remember this, The sweet odours of your fauour? When I smeld I was in blisse.

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Neuer felt I sweeter sauour. And your harmelesse hart annointed, As the custome was of Kings: Shewes your sacred soule appointed, To be prime of earthly things. Ending thus remember all, Cloathed in a mantle greene: 'Tis enough I am your thrall, Leaue to thinke what eye hath seene. Yet the eye may not so leaue, Though the thought doe still repine: But must gaze till death bequeath, Eyes and thoughts vnto her shrine, Which if Amarillis chaunce, Hearing to make haste to see: To life death she may aduance. Therefore eyes and thoughts goe free.
FINIS.

T. B.

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