(70) And Iuorie hands, from griefes most surest barres That minde wherein all life and glory lyes, That ioy that neuer dyes, That he doth feele, that loues and is beloued, And my delights approoued, (75) To see her pleas’d, whose loue maintaines me heere, All those I count so deere, That though sometimes Loue doth my ioyes con-||(troule: Yet am I glad he dwels within my soule.
FINIS. Bar. Yong.
¶ A Shepheards dreame. +
A Silly Shepheard lately sate among a Flock of Sheepe: Where musing long on this and that, at last he fell a sleepe. (5) And in the slumber as he lay, he gaue a pitteous groane: He thought his sheepe were runne away, and he was left alone. He whoopt, he whistled, and he call’d, (10) but not a sheepe came neere him: Which made the Shepheard sore appall’d, to see that none would heare him. But as the Swaine amazed stood, in this most solemne vaine: (15) Came Phillida forth of the Wood, and stoode before the Swaine.