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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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Subject terms
Pastoral poetry, English.
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http://name.umdl.umich.edu/A16274.0001.001
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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.

Pages

Seluagia and Siluanus, their Songs to Diana.

Sel.
I See thee iolly Shepheard merrie, And firme thy faith, and sound as a berry.
Sil.
Loue gaue me ioy, and Fortune gaue it, As my desire could wish to haue it.
Sel.
What didst thou wish, tell me (sweet Louer,) Whereby thou might'st such ioy recouer?

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Sil.
To loue where loue should be inspired: Since there's no more to be desired.
Sel.
In this great glory, and great gladnes, T'hinkst thou to haue no touch of sadnes?
Sil.
Good Fortune gaue me not such glory: To mock my Loue, or make me sorrie.
Sel.
If my firme loue I were denying, Tell me, with sighs would'st thou be dying?
Sil.
Those words (in ieast) to heare thee speaking: For very griefe this hart is breaking.
Sel.
Yet would'st thou change, I pre-thee tell me, In seeing one that did excell me?
Sil.
O no, for how can I aspire, To more, then to mine owne desire?
Sel.
Such great affection do'st thou beare me: As by thy words thou seem'st to sweare me?
Sil.
Of thy deserts, to which a debter I am, thou maist demaund this better.
Sel.
Sometimes me thinks, that I should sweare it, Sometimes me thinks, thou should'st not beare it.
Sil.
Onely in this my hap doth grieue me, And my desire, not to beleeue me.
Sel.
Imagine that thou do'st not loue mine, But some braue beautie that's aboue mine.
Sil.
To such a thing (sweet) doe not will me, Where fayning of the same doth kill me.

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Sel.
I see thy firmenesse gentle Louer, More then my beautie can discouer.
Sil.
And my good fortune to be higher Then my desert, but not desire.
FINIS.

Bar. Yong.

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