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Two fronting hills bedeckt with flowers, they chose to be each other seate: And there they stole theyr amorous houres, with sighs and teares, poore louers meate, (10) Fond Loue that feed’st thy seruants so.
Faire friend, quoth he, when shall I liue, That am halfe dead, yet cannot die? Can beautie such sharpe guerdon giue, to him whose life hangs in your eye? (15) Beautie is milde, and will not kill.
Sweet Swaine, quoth shee, accuse not mee, that long haue beene thy humble thrall: But blame the angry destinie, whose kinde consent might finish all, (20) Vngentle Fate, to crosse true loue.
Quoth hee, let not our Parents hate, disioyne what heauen hath linckt in one: They may repent, and all too late if childlesse they be left alone. (25) Father nor friend, should wrong true loue.
The Parents frowne, said shee, is death, to children that are held in awe: From them we drew our vitall breath, they challenge dutie then by law, (30) Such dutie as kills not true Loue,
They haue, quoth hee, a kinde of sway,