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(15) And with ease repose, While sweet sleepe doth close Eyes from toyling ill, But I burne, Without rest, (20) No defensiue power Shields from Phœbus lower, sorrow is my best. Gentle Loue Lower no more, (25) If thou wilt inuade In the secret shade, Labour not so sore I my selfe And my flocks, (30) They their Loue to please, I my selfe to ease, Both leaue the shadie Oakes, Content to burne in fire, Sith Loue doth so desire.


¶ The Nimph Seluagia her Song. +

S Hepheard, who can passe such wrong, And a life in woes so deepe,