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Her beautie, Natures pride, and Sheepheards praise, Her eye, the heauenly Planet of my life: Her matchlesse wit and grace, her fame displaies, (10) As if that Ioue had made her for his wife. Onely her eyes shoote fierie darts to kill: Yet is her hart as cold as Caucase + hill. My wings too weake to flye against the Sunne, Mine eyes vnable to sustaine her light: (15) My hart dooth yeeld that I am quite vndone, Thus hath faire Phillis slaine me with her sight. My bud is blasted, withred is my leafe: And all my corne is rotted in the sheafe. Phillis, the golden fetter of my minde, (20) My fancies Idoll, and my vitall power: Goddesse of Nimphs, and honour of thy kinde, This ages Phaenix, beauties richest bower. Poore Coridon for loue of thee must die: Thy beauties thrall, and conquest of thine eye. (25) Leaue Coridon to plough the barren field, Thy buds of hope are blasted with disgrace: For Phillis lookes no harty loue doo yeeld, Nor can she loue, for all her louely face. Die Coridon, the spoile of Phillis eye: (30) She cannot loue, and therefore thou must die.

FINIS. S. E. Dyer.

¶ The Sheepheards description of Loue. +

Melibeus. S Heepheard, what’s Loue, I pray thee tell?
Faustus. It is that Fountaine, and that Well, Where pleasure and repentance dwell. It is perhaps that sauncing bell, +(5) That toules all into heauen or hell, And this is Loue as I heard tell.