Englands Helicon. Or The Muses harmony.
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Sir Phil. Sidney.
THEORELLO. ¶A Shepheards Edillion.
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E. B.
Astrophels Loue is dead.
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Sir Phil. Sidney.
¶A Palinode.
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E. B.
¶Astrophell the Shepheard, his complaint to his Flocke.
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S. Phil. Sidney.
¶Hobbinolls Dittie in praise of Eliza, Queene of the Shepheards.
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Edm. Spencer.
¶The Shepheards Daffadill.
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Michaell Drayton.
¶A Canzon Pastorall in honour of her Maiestie.
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Edmund Bolton.
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¶Milicertus Madrigale.
Ro. Greene.
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¶Old Damons Pastorall.
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Thom. Lodge.
¶Perigot and Cuddies Roundelay.
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Edm. Spencer.
¶Phillida and Coridon.
IN the merry month of May, In a morne by breake of day, Forth I walked by the Wood-side, When as May was in his pride: There I spied all alone, Phillida and Coridon. Much a-doo there was God wot, He would loue, and she would not. She said neuer man was true, He said, none was false to you. He said, he had lou'd her long, She said, Loue should haue no wrong. Coridon would kisse her then, She said, Maides must kisse no men, Till they did for good and all. Then she made the Shepheard call All the heauens to witnesse truth: Neuer lou'd a truer Youth. Thus with many a pretty oath, Yea and nay, and faith and troath,Page [unnumbered]
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N. Breton.
¶To Colin Cloute.
Shepheard Tonie.
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¶Rowlands Song in praise of the fairest Beta.
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Mich. Drayton.
¶The Barginet of Antimachus.
IN pride of youth, in midst of May, When birds with many a merry Lay, salute the Sunnes vp-rising: I sate me downe fast by a Spring, And while these merry Chaunters sing, I fell vpon surmizing.Page [unnumbered]
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Thom. Lodge.
¶Menaphons Roundelay.
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Ro. Greene.
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¶A Pastorall of Phillis and Coridon.
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N. Breton.
¶Coridon and Melampus Song.
Geor. Peele.
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¶Tityrus to his faire Phillis.
THE silly Swaine whose loue breeds discontent, Thinkes death a trifle, life a loathsome thing, Sad he lookes, sad he lyes: But when his fortunes mallice doth relent, Then of loues sweetnes he will sweetly sing, thus he liues, thus he dies. Then Tityrus whom Loue hath happy made, Will rest thrice happy in this Mirtle shade. For though Loue at first did greeue him: yet did Loue at last releeue him.I. D.
¶Shepheard.
SWeet thrall, first step to Loues felicitie,I. M.
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Another of the same Authour.
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I. M.
¶Menaphon to Pesana.
FAire fields proud Floraes vaunt, why i'st you smile, when as I languish? You golden Meades, why striue you to beguile my weeping anguish? I liue to sorrow, you to pleasure spring, why doe ye spring thus? What, will not Boreas tempests wrathfull King, take some pitty on vs? And send forth Winter in her rustie weede, to waile my bemoanings: While I distrest doe tune my Country Reede vnto my groanings. But Heauen and Earth, time, place, and euery power, haue with her conspired: To turne my blisfull sweet to balefull sower, since I this desired. The Heauen whereto my thoughts may not aspire, aye me vnhappy: It was my fault t'imbrace my bane the fire that forceth me die. Mine be the paine, but hers the cruell cause, of this strange torment:Page [unnumbered]
Ro. Greene.
¶A sweet Pastorall.
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N. Breton.
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¶Harpalus complaint on Phillidaes loue bestowed or Corin, who loued her not, and denyed him that loued her.
PHillida was a faire maide, as fresh as any flower: Whom Harpalus the Heards-man praide to be his Paramour, Harpalus and eke Corin, were Heards-men both yfere: And Phillida could twist and spinne, and thereto sing full cleere. But Phillida was all too coy, for Harpalus to winne: For Corin was her onely ioy, who forc'd her not a pinne. How often would she flowers twine? how often Garlands make: Of Cowslips and of Cullumbine, and all for Corins sake? But Corin he had Hawkes to lure, and forced more the field: Of Louers law hee tooke no cure, for once hee was beguild. Harpalus preuailed naught, his labour all was lost: For he was furthest from her thought, and yet he lou'd her most. Therefore woxe he both pale and leane, and dry as clod of clay: His flesh it was consumed cleane, his colour gone away.Page [unnumbered]
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L.T. Haward, Earle of Surrie.
¶Another of the same subiect, but made as it were in answere.
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Shep. Tonic.
¶The Nimphes meeting their May Queene, entertaine her with this Dittie,
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Tho. Watson.
¶Colin Clouts mournfull Dittie for the death of Astrophell.
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Edm. Spencer.
¶Damaetas Iigge in praise of his Loue.
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Iohn Wootton.
¶Montanus praise of his faire Phaebe.
PHaebe sate, Sweet she sate, sweet sate Phaebe when I saw her, White her brow Coy her eye, brow and eye, how much you please me?Page [unnumbered]
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¶The complaint of Thestilis the forsaken Shepheard.
THestilis a silly Swaine, when Loue did him forsake, In mournfull wise amid the Woods, thus gan his plaint to make, Ah wofull man (quoth he) falne is thy lot to mone, And pine away with carefull thoughts, vnto thy Loue vnknowne. Thy Nimph forsakes thee quite, whom thou didst honour so: That aye to her thou wert a friend, but to thy selfe a foe. Ye Louers that haue lost your hearts-desired choyce: Lament with me my cruell hap, and helpe my trembling voyce Was neuer man that stood so great in Fortunes grace, Nor with his sweat (alas too deere) possest so high a place: As I whose simple heart, aye thought himselfe still sure, But now I see high springing tides, they may not aye endure. She knowes my guiltlesse heart, and yet she lets it pine: Of her vntrue professed loue, so feeble is the twine. What wonder is it then, if I berent my haires: And crauing death continually, doe bathe my selfe in teares? When Craesus King of Lide, was cast in cruell hands, And yeelded goods and life into his enemies hands: What tongue could tell his woe? yet was his griefe much lesse Then mine for I haue lost my Loue, which might my woe redresse. Ye Woods that shroud my limbs, giue now your hollow sound: That ye may helpe me to bewaile, the cares that me confound. Ye Riuers rest a while, and stay your streames that runne: Rue Thestilis, the wofulst man that rests vnder the Sunne. Transport my sighs ye winds, vnto my pleasant soe: My trickling teares shall witnes beare, of this my cruell woe: Oh happy man were I, if all the Gods agreed: That now the Sisters three should cut in twaine my fatall threed Till life with loue shall end, I here resigne allioy, Thy pleasant sweet I now lament, whose lacke breeds mine annoy.Page [unnumbered]
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¶To Phillis the faire Shepheardesse.
MY Phillis hath the morning Sunne, at first to looke vpon her: And Phillis hath morne-waking birds, her risings still to honour. My Phillis hath prime-featherd flowres, that smile when she treads on them: And Phillis hath a gallant Flocke, that leapes since she doth owne them. But Phillis hath too hard a hart, alas that she should haue it: It yeelds no mercie to desert, nor grace to those that craue it. Sweet Sunne, when thou look'st on, pray her regard my moane. Sweet birds, when you sing to her, to yeeld some pitty, woo her, Sweet flowers that she treads on, tell her, her beauty deads one. And if in life her loue she nill agree me: Pray her before I die, she will come see me.S. E. D.
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¶The Shepheard Dorons Iigge.
THrough the shrubs as I can crack, for my Lambs pretty ones, mongst many little ones, Nimphs I meane, whose haire was black As the Crow. Like as the Snow Her face and browes shin'd I weene, I saw a little one, a bonny pretty one, As bright, buxome, and as sheene: As was shee On her knee That lull'd the God, whose arrowes warmes such merry little ones, such faire-fac'd pretty ones, As dally in Loues chiefest harmes. Such was mine, Whose gray eyne Made me loue: I gan to wooe this sweet little one, this bonny pretty one. I wooed hard a day or two, Till she bad, Be not sad, Wooe no more, I am thine owne, thy dearest little one, thy truest pretty one. Thus was faith and firme loue showne, As behooues Shepheards Loues.Ro. Greene.
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¶Astrophell his Song of Phillida and Coridon.
FAire in a morne, (O fairest morne) was neuer morne so faire: There shone a Sunne, though not the Sunne, that shineth in the ayre. For the earth, and from the earth, (was neuer such a creature:) Did come this face, (was neuer face,) that carried such a feature. Vpon a hill, (O blessed hill, was neuer hill so blessed) There stoode a man, (was neuer man for woman so distressed.) This man beheld a heauenly view, which did such vertue giue: As cleares the blinde, and helps the lame, and makes the dead man liue. This man had hap, (O happy man more happy none then hee;) For he had hap to see the hap, that none had hap to see. This silly Swaine, (and silly Swaines are men of meanest grace:) Had yet the grace, (O gracious guest) to hap on such a face. He pitty cried, and pitty came, and pittied so his paine: As dying, would not let him die, but gaue him life againe. For ioy whereof he made such mirth, as all the Woods did ring:Page [unnumbered]
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N. Breton.
¶The passionate Shepheards Song.
ON a day, (alack the day,) Loue whose moneth was euer May: Spied a blossome passing faire, Playing in the wanton ayre. Through the veluet leaues the winde, All vnseene gan passage finde: That the Shepheard (sicke to death,) Wish'd himselfe the Heauens breath. Ayre (quoth he) thy cheekes may blow: Ayre, would I might triumph so. But alas, my hand hath sworne, Nere to plucke thee from thy thorne. Vow (alack) for youth vnmeet, Youth so apt to pluck a sweet. Thou for whom Ioue would sweare, Iuno but an Aethiope were, And deny himselfe for Ioue, Turning mortall for my Loue.W. Shakespeare.
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¶The vnknowne Shepheards complaint.
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Ignoto.
¶Another of the same Shepheards.
AS it fell vpon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade, Which a groue of Mirtles made. Beasts did leape, and Birds did sing, Trees did grow, and plants did spring. Euery thing did banish moane, Saue the Nightingale alone. She poore Bird, as all forlorne, Lean'd her breast against a thorne, And there sung the dolefull'st Ditty, That to heare it was great pitty. Fie, fie, fie, now would she crie Teru, Teru, by and by. That to heare her so complaine, Scarse I could from teares refraine.Page [unnumbered]
Ignoto.
¶The Shepheards allusion of his owne amorous infelicitie, to the offence of Actaeon.
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T. Watson.
¶Montanus Sonnet to his faire Phaebe.
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Thom. Lodge.
¶Phaebes Sonnet, a reply to Montanus passion.
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¶Coridons supplication to Phillis.
SWeet Phillis, if a silly Swaine, may sue to thee for grace: See not thy louing Shepheard slaine, with looking on thy face. But thinke what power thou hast got, vpon my Flocke and mee: Thou seest they now regard me not, but all doe follow thee. And if I haue so farre presum'd, with prying in thine eyes: Yet let not comfort be consum'd, that in thy pitty lyes. But as thou art that Phillis faire, that Fortune fauour giues: So let not Loue dye in despaire, that in thy fauour liues. The Deere doe brouse vpon the bryer, the Birds doe picke the Cherries: And will not Beautie graunt Desire, one handfull of her berries? If it be so that thou hast sworne, that none shall looke on thee: Yet let me know thou dost not scorne, to cast a looke on mee. But if thy beautie make thee proud, thinke then what is ordain'd. The heauens haue neuer yet alow'd, that Loue should be disdain'd. Then lest the Fates that fauour Loue, should curse thee for vnkinde:Page [unnumbered]
N. Breton.
¶Damaetas Madrigall in praise of his Daphnis.
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I. Wootton.
¶Dorons description of his faire Shepheardesse Samela.
LIke to Diana in her Sommer weede, Girt with a Crimson roabe of brightest die: goes faire Samela. Whiter then be the flocks that stragling feed, When wash'd by Arethusa, faint they lie. is faire Samela. As faire Aurora in her morning gray, Deckt with the ruddy glister of her loue: is faire Samela. Like louely Thetis on a calmed day, When as her brightnes Neptunes fancies moue. shines faire Samela. Her tresses gold, her eyes like glassie streames, Her teeth are pearle, the brests are Iuorie: of faire Samela. Her cheekes like Rose and Lilly yeeld forth gleames,Page [unnumbered]
Ro. Greene.
¶Wodenfrides Song in praise of Amargana.
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W. H.
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Another of the same.
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W. H.
¶An excellent Pastorall Dittie.
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Shep. Tonie.
¶Phillidaes Loue-call to her Coridon, and his replying.
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Ignoto.
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¶The Shepheards solace.
PHoebus delights to view his Laurell tree, The Poplar pleaseth Hercules alone: Melissa mother is and sautrixe to the Bee, Pallas will weare the Oliue branch alone. Of Shepheards and their Flocks Pales is Queene: And Ceres ripes the Corne was lately greene. To Chloris euery flower belongs of right, The Dryade Nimphs of Woods make chiefe account: Orcades in hills haue their delight, Diana doth protect each bubling Fount. To Hebe louely kissing is assign'd: To Zephire euery gentle-breathing wind. But what is Loues delight? To hurt each where He cares not whom, with Darts of deepe desire: With watchfull iealousie, with hope, with feare, With nipping cold, and secret flames of fire. O happy houre, wherein I did forgoe: This little God, so great a cause of woe.Tho. Watson.
¶Syrenus Song to Eugerius.
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Bar. Yong.
¶The Shepheards Arsileus reply to Syrenus Song.
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Bar. Yong.
¶A Shepheards dreame.
A Silly Shepheard lately sate among a Flock of Sheepe: Where musing long on this and that, at last he fell a sleepe. And in the slumber as he lay, he gaue a pitteous groane: He thought his sheepe were runne away, and he was left alone. He whoopt, he whistled, and he call'd, but not a sheepe came neere him: Which made the Shepheard sore appall'd, to see that none would heare him. But as the Swaine amazed stood, in this most solemne vaine: Came Phillida forth of the Wood, and stood before the Swaine.Page [unnumbered]
N. Breton.
¶The Shepheards Ode.
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Rich. Barnefielde.
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¶The Shepheards commendation of his Nimph.
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Earle of Oxenford.
¶Coridon to his Phillis.
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S. E. Dyer.
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¶The Shepheards description of Loue.
Ignoto.
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¶To his Flockes.
H.C.
¶A Roundelay betweene two Shepheards.
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Michaell Drayton.
¶The solitarie Shepheards Song.
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Thom. Lodge.
¶The Shepheards resolution in loue.
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Thom. Watson.
¶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.Page [unnumbered]
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¶The Shepheard Carillo his Song.
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Bar. Yong.
¶Corins dreame of his faire Chloris.
VVHat time bright Titan in the Zenith sat, And equally the fixed poales did heate: When to my flocke my daily woes I chat, And vnderneath a broad Beech tooke my seate. The dreaming God which Morpheus Poets call Augmenting fuell to my Aetnaes fire, With sleepe possessing my weake sences all, In apparitions makes my hopes aspire. Me thought I saw the Nimph I would embrace, With armes abroad comming to me for helpe: A lust-led Satire hauing her in chase, Which after her about the fields did yelpe, I seeing my Loue in such perplexed plight,Page [unnumbered]
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¶The Shepheard Damons passion.
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Thom. Lodge.
¶The Shepheard Musidorus his complaint.
COme Shepheards weeds, become your Masters mind, Yeeld outward shew, what inward change hee tries: Nor be abash'd, since such a guest you finde, Whose strongest hope in your weake comfort lies. Come Shepheards weedes, attend my wofull cries, Disuse your selues from sweet Menalcas voyce: For other be those tunes which sorrow ties, From those cleare notes which freely may reioice. Then poure out plaint, and in one word say this: Helplesse his plaints, who spoiles him selfe of blisse.S. Phil. Sidney.
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¶The Shepheards braule, one halfe answering the other.
S. Phil. Sidney.
¶Dorus his comparisons.
MY Sheepe are thoughts, which I both guide & serue, Their pasture is faire hils of fruitlesse loue: On barren sweetes they feede, and feeding sterue, I waile their lot, but will not other proue. My Sheepe-hooke is wanne hope, which all vpholds: My weedes, desires, cut out in endlesse folds, What wooll my Sheepe shall beare, while thus they liue: In you it is, you must the iudgement giue.S. Phil. Sidney.
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¶The Shepheard Faustus his Song.
A fayre Maid wed to prying Jelousie. One of the fairest as euer J did see: If that thou wilt a secret Louer take, (Sweet life) do not my secret loue forsak.
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Bar. Yong.
Another of the same, by Firmius the Shepheard.
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Bar. Yong.
¶Damelus Song to his Diaphenia.
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H. C.
¶The Shepheard Eurymachus to his faire Shep∣heardesse Mirimida.
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Ro. Greene.
¶The Shepheard Firmius his Song.
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Bar. Yong.
¶The Shepheards praise of his sacred Diana.
Ignoto.
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¶The Shepheards dumpe.
S. E. D.
¶The Nimph Dianaes Song.
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Bar. Yong.
¶Rowlands Madrigall.
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Michaell Drayton.
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¶Alanius the Shepheard, his dolefull Song, complaining of Ismeniaes crueltie.
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Bar. Yong.
¶Montana the Shepheard, his loue to Aminta.
Shep. Tonie.
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¶The Shepheards sorrow for his Phaebes disdaine.
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I. F.
¶Espilus and Therion, their contention in Song for the May-Lady.
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S. Phil. Sidney.
¶Olde Melibeus Song, courting his Nimph.
LOues Queene long waiting for her true-Loue, Slaine by a Boare which he had chased, Left off her teares, and me embraced,Page [unnumbered]
¶The Shepheard Syluanus his Song.
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Bar. Yong.
¶Coridons Song.
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Thom. Lodge.
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¶The Shepheards Sonnet.
MY fairest Ganimede disdaine me not, Though silly Shepheard I, presume to loue thee, Though my harsh Songs and Sonnets cannot moue thee: Yet to thy beauty is my loue no blot: Apollo, Ioue, and many Gods beside S'dain'd not the name of Country Shepheard Swaines, Nor want we pleasures, though we take some paines. We liue contentedly: A thing call'd pride Which so corrupts the Court and euery place, (Each place I meane where learning is neglected, And yet of late, euen learnings selfe's infected,) I know not what it meanes in any case. We onely (when Molorchus gins to peepe,) Learne for to fold, and to vnfold our Sheepe.Rich. Barnefield.
¶Seluagia and Siluanus, their Songs to Diana.
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Bar. Yong.
¶Montanus his Madrigall.
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Ro. Greene.
¶Astrophell to Stella, his third Song.
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S. Phil. Sidney.
¶A Song betweene Syrenus and Syluanus.
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Bar. Yong.
¶Ceres Song in emulation of Cinthia.
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This Song was sung before her Maiestie, at Bissam, the Lady Russels, in prograce, The Authors name vnknowne to me.
¶A Pastorall Ode to an honourable friend.
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E. B.
¶A Nimphs disdaine of Loue.
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Ignoto.
¶Apollos Loue-Song for faire Daphne.
MY heart and tongue were twins, at once conceaued, The eldest was my heart, borne dumbe by destinie: The last my tongue, of all sweet thoughts bereaued, Yet strung and tun'd, to play harts harmonie. Both knit in one, and yet a-sunder placed. What hart would speake, the tongue doth still discouer: What tongue doth speake, is of the heart embraced, And both are one, to make a new-found Louer. New-found, and onely found in Gods and Kings, Whose words are deeds, but deeds not words regarded: Chaste thoughts doe mount, and flie with swiftest wings, My loue with paine, my paine with losse rewarded. Engraue vpon this tree Daphnes perfection: That neither men nor Gods can force affection.This Dittie was sung before her Maiestie, at the right honourable the Lord Chandos, at Sudley Castell, at her last being there in prograce. The Author thereof vnknowne.
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¶The Shepheard Delicius his Dittie.
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Bar. Yong.
¶Amintas for his Phillis.
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Tho. Watson.
¶Faustus and Firmius sing to their Nimph by turnes.
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Translated by S. Phil. Sidney, out of Diana of Montmaior.
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¶A Song betweene Taurisius and Diana, answering verse for verse.
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Bar. Yong.
¶Another Song before her Maiestie at Oxford, sung by a comely Shepheard, attended on by sundry other Shepheards and Nimphs.
HEarbs, words, and stones, all maladies haue cured, Hearbs, words, and stones, I vsed when I loued: Hearbs smells, words winde, stones hardnes haue procured, By stones, nor words, nor hearbs her minde was moued. I ask'd the cause: this was a womans reason, Mongst hearbs are weedes, and thereby are refused: Deceite as well as truth speakes words in season, False stones by foiles haue many one abused. I sigh'd, and then she said, my fancie smoaked, I gaz'd, she said, my lookes were follies glancing: I sounded dead, she said, my loue was choaked, I started vp, she said, my thoughts were dancing. Oh sacred Loue, if thou haue any Godhead: Teach other rules to winne a maydenhead:Anonimus.
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¶The Shepheards Song: a Caroll or Himne for Christmas.
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E. B.
¶Arsileus his Caroll, for ioy of the new mariage, betweene Syrenus and Diana.
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Bar. Yong.
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¶Philistus farewell to false Clorinda.
CLorinda false adiew, thy loue torments me: Let Thirsis haue thy heart, since he contents thee. Oh griefe and bitter anguish, For thee I languish, Faine I (alas) would hide it, Oh, but who can abide it? I can, I cannot I abide it. Adiew, adiew then, Farewell, Leaue my death now desiring: For thou hast thy requiring. Thus spake Philistus, on his hooke relying: And sweetly fell a dying.Out of M. Morleys Madrigalls.
¶Rosalindes Madrigall.
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Thom. Lodge.
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¶A Dialogue Song betweene Syluanus and Arsilius.
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Bar. Yong.
¶Montanus Sonnet.
VVHen the dogge Full of rage With his irefull eyes Frownes amidst the skies: The Shepheard to asswage The furie of the heate, Himselfe doth safely seate By a Fount Full of faire, Where a gentle breath Mounting from beneath, tempereth the ayre. There his flocks Drinke their fill,Page [unnumbered]
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¶The Nimph Seluagia her Song.
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Bar. Yong.
¶The Heard-mans happie life.
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Out of M. Birds set Songs.
¶Cinthia the Nimph, her Song to faire Polydora.
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Bar. Yong.
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¶The Shepheard to the Flowers.
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Ignoto.
¶The Shepheard Arsilius his Song to his Rebeck.
NOw Loue and Fortune turne to me againe, And now each one enforceth and assures A hope, that was dismayed, dead, and vaine: And from the harbour of mishaps assures A hart that is consum'd in burning fire, With vnexpected gladnesse, that admires My soule to lay a-side her mourning tire, And senses to prepare a place for ioy, Care in obliuion endlesse shall expire. For euery griefe of that extreame annoy Which when my torment raign'd, my soule (alas) Did feele, the which long absence did destroy, Fortune so well appayes, that neuer was So great the torment of my passed ill, As is the ioy of this same good I passe. Returne my hart, sursaulted with the fill Of thousand great vnrests, & thousand feares: Enioy thy good estate, if that thou will.Page [unnumbered]
Bar. Yong.
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¶Another of Astrophell to his Stella.
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S. Phil. Sidney.
¶Syrenus his Song to Dianaes Flockes.
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Bar. Yong.
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¶To Amarillis.
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Out of M. Birds set Songs.
¶Cardenia the Nimph, to her false Shep∣heard Faustus.
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Bar. Yong.
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¶Of Phillida.
AS I beheld, I saw a Heardman wilde, with his sheepe-hooke a picture fine deface: Which he sometime his fancie to beguile, had caru'd on bark of Beech in secret place. And with despight of most afflicted minde, through deepe dispaire of heart, for loue dismaid: He pull'd euen from the tree the carued rinde, and weeping sore, these wofull words he said. Ah Phillida would God thy picture faire, I could as lightly blot out of my brest: Then should I not thus rage in deepe dispaire, and teare the thing sometime I liked best. But all in vaine, it booteth not God wot: What printed is in heart, on tree to blot.Out of M. Birds set Songs.
Melisea her Song, in scorne of her Shep∣heard Narcissus.
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Bar. Yong.
¶His answere to the Nimphs Song.
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Bar. Yong.
¶Her present answere againe to him.
Bar. Yong.
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¶His last replie.
Bar. Yong.
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¶Philon the Shepheard, his Song.
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Out of M. Birds set Songs.
¶Lycoris the Nimph, her sad Song.
IN dewe of Roses, steeping her louely cheekes, Lycoris thus sate weeping. Ah Dorus false, that hast my heart bereft me, And now vnkinde hast left me. Heare alas, oh heare me, Aye me, aye me, Cannot my beautie moue thee? Pitty, yet pitty me, Because I loue thee. Aye me, thou scorn'st, the more I pray thee: And this thou do'st, and all to slay me. Why doe then, Kill me, and vaunt thee: Yet my Ghost Still shall haunt thee.Out of M. Morleyes Madrigalis.
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¶To his Flockes.
¶To his Loue.
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¶Another of his Cynthia.
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¶Another to his Cynthia.
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¶These three Ditties were taken out of Maister Iohn Dowlands Booke of Tableture for the Lute, the Authours names not there set downe, and therefore left to their owners.
Montanus Sonnet in the Woods.
S. E. D.
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¶The Shepheards sorrow, being disdai∣ned in loue.
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Thom. Lodge.
¶A Pastorall Song betweene Phillis and Amarillis, two Nimphs, each answering other line for line.
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H. C.
¶The Shepheards Antheme.
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Mich. Drayton.
¶The Countesse of Pembrokes Pastorall.
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Shep. Ionie.
Another of Astrophell.
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S. Phil. Sidney.
An Inuectiue against Loue.
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¶Faire Phillis and her Shepheard.
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I. G.
¶The Shepheards Song of Venus and Adonis.
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H. C.
¶Thirsis the Shepheard his deaths Song.
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Out of Maister N. Young his Musica Transalpina.
¶Another Stanza added after.
THirsis enioyed the graces, Of Chloris sweet embraces, Yet both their ioyes were scanted: For darke it was, and candle-light they wanted. Wherewith kinde Cynthia in the heauen that shined, her nightly vaile resigned, and her faire face disclosed. Then each from others lookes such ioy deriued: That both with meere delight died, and reuiued.Out of the same.
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¶Another Sonnet thence taken.
ZEphirus brings the time that sweetly senteth with flowers and hearbs, which Winters frost exileth: Progne now chirpeth, Philomel lamenteth, Flora the Garlands white and red compileth: Fields doe reioyce, the frowning skie relenteth, Ioue to behold his dearest daughter smileth: The ayre, the water, the earth to ioy consenteth, each creature now to loue him reconcileth, But with me wretch, the stormes of woe perseuer, and heauie sighs which from my heart she straineth That tooke the key thereof to heauen for euer, so that singing of birds, and spring-times flowring: And Ladies loue that mens affection gaineth, are like a Desert, and cruell beasts deuouring.¶The Shepheards slumber.
IN Pescod time, when Hound to horne giues eare till Buck be kild: And little Lads with Pipes of corne, sate keeping beasts a field. I went to gather Strawberies tho, by Woods and Groaues full faire:Page [unnumbered]
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¶Dispraise of Loue, and Louers follies.
Ignoto.
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¶Another Sonet.
S. Phil. Sidney.
¶Of disdainefull Daphne.
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M. N. Howell.
¶The passionate Shepheard to his Loue.
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Chr. Marlow.
¶The Nimphs reply to the Shepheard.
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Ignoto.
¶Another of the same nature, made since.
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Ignoto.
¶Two Pastorals, vpon three friends meeting.
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S. Phil. Sidney.
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The wood-mans walke.
THrough a faire Forrest as I went vpon a Sommers day, I met a Wood-man quaint and gent, yet in a strange aray. I maruail'd much at his disguise, whom I did know so well: But thus in tearmes both graue and wise, his minde he gan to tell. Friend, muse not at this fond aray, but list a while to me: For it hath holpe me to suruay what I shall shew to thee. Long liu'd I in this Forrest faire, till wearie of my weale Abroad in walkes I would repaire, as now I will reueale. My first dayes walke was to the Court, where beautie fed mine eyes: Yet found I that the Courtly sport, did maske in slie disguise. For falsehood sate in fairest lookes, and friend to friend was coy: Court-fauour fill'd but emptie bookes, and there I found no ioy. Desert went naked in the colde, when crouching craft was fed: Sweet words were cheaply bought and solde, but none that stood in sted.Page [unnumbered]
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Shep. Tonie.
¶Thirsis the Shepheard, to his Pipe.
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Ignoto.
An Heroicall Poeme.
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Ignoto.
¶An excellent Sonnet of a Nimph.
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S. Phil. Sidney.
¶A Report Song in a dreame, betweene a Shepheard and his Nimph.
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N. Breton.
¶Another of the same.
N. Breton.
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¶The Louers absence kils me, her presence kils me.
Ignoto.
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¶The Shepheards conceit of Prometheus.
S. E. D.
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Another of the same.
S. Phil. Sidney.
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¶The Shepheards Sunne.
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Shep. Tonie.
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¶Loue the onely price of loue.
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Ignoto.
¶Colin the enamoured Shepheard, singeth this passion of loue.
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Geo. Peele.
¶Oenones complaint in blanke verse.
Geo. Peele.
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¶The Shepheards Consort.
HArke iolly Shepheards, harke yond lustie ringing: How cheerefully the Bells daunce, the whilst the Lads are springing? Goe we then, why sit we here delaying: And all yond merrie wanton Lasses playing? How gaily Flora leades it, and sweetly treads it? The Woods and Groues they ring, louely resounding: With Ecchoes sweet rebounding.Out of M. Morleys Madrigals.
¶Thirsis praise of his Mistresse.
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W. Browne.
A defiance to disdainefull Loue.
Ignoto.
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An Epithalamium; or a Nuptiall Song, applied to the Ceremonies of Marriage.
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Christopher Brooke.
Notes
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Sunne ri∣sing.
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Strewing of Flow∣ers.
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Going to Church. Bride Boyes.
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Dinner.
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After-Noone Musicke.
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Supper.
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Sunne set.
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Going to Bed.
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Modestie in the Bride.
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Bride Poynts. Garters.