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Sweete Love, begone a while,

Thou seest my heavinesse ; Beautie is borne but to beguyle

My harte of happinesse.

See how my little flocke,

That lovde to feede on highe,
Doe headlonge tumble downe the rocke,

And in the valley dye.

The bushes and the trees,

That were so freshe and greene, Doe all their daintie colors leese,

And not a leafe is seene.

The blacke bird and the thrushe,

That made the woodes to ringe, With all the rest, are now at hushe,

And not a note they singe.

Swete Philomele, the birde

That hath the heavenly throte, Doth nowe, alas! not once afforde

Recordinge of a note.

The flowers have had a frost,

The herbes have lost their savoure; And Phillada the faire hath lost

For me her wonted favour.

Thus all these careful sights

So kill me in conceit,
That now to hope upon delights

It is but mere deceite.

And therefore my sweete muse,

That knoweth what helpe is best, Doe nowe thy heavenlie cunning use

To sett my harte at rest.

And in a dream bewraie

What fate shall be my friende; Whether my life shall still decaye, Or when my sorrowes ende.

NICHOLAS BRETON, about 1570. PHILLIDA AND CORYDON.*

In the merrie moneth of Maye,
In a morne by break of daye,
With a troope of damsells playing,
Forth I yode forsooth a maying ;

Where anon by a wood side,
Where as May was in his pride,
I espied all alone
Phillida and Corydon.

Much adoe there was, God wot;
He wold love, and she wold not.
She sayde never man was trewe ;
He sayes none was false to you.

He sayde hee had lovde her longe :
She sayes love should have no wronge.
Corydon wold kisse her then :
She sayes maids must kisse no men,

Tyll they doe for good and all.
When she made the shepperde call
All the heavens to wytnes truthe,
Never lov'd a truer youthe.

Then with many a prettie othe,
Yea, and naye, and faithe and trothe;
Such as seelie shepperdes use
When they will not love abuse ;

* The Honorable Entertainement given to the Queenes Majestie (Queen Elizabeth) in Progresse at Elvetham, in Hampshire, by the R. H. the Earle of Hertford, 1591:

" The thirde daies Entertainement.

** On Wednesday morning, about 9 o'clock, as her Majestie opened a casement of her gallerie window, ther were three excellent musitians, who, being disguised in auncient country attire, did greete her with a pleasant song of Corydon and Phillida, made in three parts, of purpose. The song, as well for the worth of the dittie, as the aptnesse of the vote thereto applied, it pleased her Highnesse after it had been once sung, to command it againe, and highly to grace it with her cheerefull acceptaunce and commendation."

Love that had bene long deluded
Was with kisses swete concluded;
And Phillida with garlands gaye
Was made the ladye of the Maye.

N. BRETON.

SHEARING TIME.

FROM "THE FLEECE."

If verdant elder spreads
Her silver flowers; if humble daisies yield
To yellow crowfoot and luxuriant grass,
Gay shearing-time approaches. First, howe'er,
Drive to the double fold, upon the brim
Of a clear river; gently drive the flock,
And plunge them one by one into the flood.
Plunged in the flood, not long the struggler sinks,
With his white flakes, that glisten through the tide;
The sturdy rustic, in the middle wave
Awaits to seize him rising; one arm bears
His lifted head above the limpid stream,
While the full, clammy fleece the other laves
Around, laborious with repeated toil,
And then resigns him to the sunny bank,
Where, bleating loud, he shakes his dripping locks.

Now to the other hemisphere, my muse!
A new world found, extend thy daring wing.
Be thou the first of the harmonious nine
From high Parnassus, the unwearied toils
Of industry and valor, in that world
Triumphant, to reward with tuneful song.

Happy the voyage o'er the Atlantic brine,
By active Raleigh made, and great the joy
When he discern'd, above the foaming surge,
A rising coast, for future colonies,
Opening her bays, and figuring her capes,
E'en from the northern tropic to the pole.
No land gives more employment for the loom,
Or kindlier feeds the indigent; no land
With more variety of wealth rewards
The hand of labor : thither, from the wrongs
Of lawless rule, the free-born spirit flies ;

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