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When I smeld I was in blisse, (20) Neuer felt I sweeter sauour. And your harmlesse hart annoynted, As the custome was of Kings: Shewes your sacred soule appoynted, To be prime of earthly things. (25) Ending thus remember all, Cloathed in a mantle greene: Tis enough I am your thrall, Leaue to thinke what eye hath seene. Yet the eye may not so leaue, (30) Though the thought doo still repine: But must gaze till death bequeath, Eyes and thoughts vnto her shrine. Which if Amarillis chaunce, Hearing to make hast to see: (35) To life death she may aduance. Therefore eyes and thoughts goe free.


¶ The Sheepheard Carillo his Song. +

Guarda mi las Vaccas Carillo, por tu fe, Besa mi Primero, Yo te las guardare.

(5) I Pre-thee keepe my Kine for me Carillo, wilt thou? Tell. First let me haue a kisse of thee, And I will keepe them well.
If to my charge or them to keepe, (10) Thou doost commend thy Kine or Sheepe,