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Next, lullaby my gazing eyes,
Which wonted were to glance apace; For every glass may now suffice
To show the furrows in my face. With lullaby then wink awhile; With lullaby your looks beguile; Let no fair face, nor beauty bright, Entice you eft with vain delight.
And lullaby my wanton will;
Let reason's rule now rein thy thought; Since all too late I find by skill
How dear I have thy fancies bought; With lullaby now take thine ease, With lullaby thy doubts appease; For trust to this, if thou be still, My body shall obey thy will.
Eke lullaby my loving boy,
My little robin take thy rest;
Let others pay which have more pence;
Thus lullaby my youth, mine eyes,
My will, my ware, and all that was: I can no more delays devise ;
But welcome pain, let pleasure pass. With lullaby now take your leave, With lullaby your dreams deceive, And when you rise with waking eye, Remember then this lullaby.
A. PASTORAL OF PHILLIS AND CORYDON.
Na hill there grows a flower,
In that bower there is a chair,
Fringed all about with gold;
It is Phillis fair and bright,
This is she, the wise, the rich,
There is none but only she.
Who would not this face admire?
Oh fair eyes, yet let me see,
Thy poor silly Corydon.
Thou that art the shepherd's queen,
By thy comfort have been seen
CORYDON'S SUPPLICATION TO PHILLIS.
WEET Phillis, if a silly swain,
But think what power thou hast got,
Upon my flock and me;
Thou seest they now regard me not,
But all do follow thee.
And if I have so far presum'd,
With prying in thine eyes;
That in thy pity lies.
The birds do pick the cherries;
That none shall look on thee;
But if thy beauty make thee proud,
The honour of thy mind;