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My face she nam’d the seate of fauour,  All my defects her tongue defended, My shape she prais’d, but most commended. My breath more sweete then Balme in sauourfragrance . Be old man with me delighted, Loue for loue shall be requited.  With her toyes at last she wone me: Now she coyes that hath vndone me. 

FINIS. M. F G.

¶ The Sheepheard Syluanus his Song. +Printed in Yong, Diana (1598), pp. 29-30. Sylvanus sings this song after Selvagia’s song (The nymph Seluagia her song *) and Syrenus’s song (not printed in Englands Helicon ) while they walk towards town at the end of Book I. A version of this song is also in Thomas Wilson’s 1596 translation of Diana , of which an autograph copy of the first book survives, L: Add. 18638. Author: Bartholomew Yong. Structure (May/Ringler): 20: a8b6a8b6, abab10.

M Y life (young Sheepheardesse) for thee Of needes to death must post: But yet my greefe must stay with me, After my life is lost.

(5) The greeuous ill, by Death that cured is, Continually hath remedy at hand: +But not that torment that is like to this, That in slow time, and Fortunes meanes + dooth stand.

And if this sorrow cannot be (10) Ended with life (at most:) What then dooth this thing profit me, A sorrow wonne or lost?

Yet all is one to me, as now I trie a flattering hope, or that that had not been yet: (15) For if to day for want of it I die, Next day I doo no lesse for hauing seene it.

Faine would I die, to end and free This greefe, that kills me most: