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The Jealous Girl mistaken, in a Dialogue between Menalcas and Licoris.
1.
HEre, here, my fair Licoris,
Sit thee down thy weary'd Limbs to rest,
Where drooping Violets so like thy self,
Have made for thee a Nest.
Grass for our Sheep here store is,
And a shade the Sun can ne'r infest
As dark and gloomy, as the greif
Wherewith thou seem'st so sore opprest.
Now let me know
The cause of thy dear Woe,
Whose precious Food
Is of thy Tears and Blood;
And for whose nourishment,
Thy self thou near hast spent.
2.
Menalcas dost thou ask it,
Need the root inquire what Fruit it bears;
Thou wer't the Spring of all my Joys
And Fountain Art of all my Tears.
Therefore do no more Mask it,
Pitty Friend worse then true scorn appears,
I shortly shall be gone, and with me yours,
And your Faith Phillis fears.