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ΒΆ Another of the same. +

H Appy Shepheards sit and see, with ioy, The peerelesse wight: For whose sake Pan keepes from ye (5) annoy, And giues delight. Blessing this pleasant Spring, Her praises must I sing. List you Swaines, list to me: (10) The whiles your Flocks feeding be.
First her brow a beauteous Globe I deeme, And golden haire; And her cheeke Auroraes roabe, +(15) doth seeme, But farre more faire. Her eyes like starres are bright. And dazle with their light, Rubies her lips to see, (20) But to taste, Nectar they be.
Orient pearles her teeth, her smile doth linke The Graces three: Her white necke doth eyes beguile (25) to thinke it Iuorie. Alas her Lilly hand, How it doth me commaund?