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Ile make thee wiue it gentle Mayde, and so recure thy maladie: Heereon they kist with many an oath, (30) heigh hoe many an oath, And fore God Pan did plight their troath, so to the Church apace they hie.
And God send euery pretty peate, heigh hoe the pretty peate, (35) That feares to die of this conceite, so kind a friend to helpe at last: Then Maydes shall neuer long againe, heigh hoe to long againe, When they finde ease for such a paine, (40) thus my Roundelay is past.
FINIS. Thom. Lodge.
¶ The Sheepheards Sonnet. +
M Y fairest Ganimede disdaine me not, Though sillie Sheepheard I, presume to loue thee, Though my harsh Songs and Sonnets cannot mooue thee: Yet to thy beauty is my loue no blot: (5) Apollo, Ioue, and many Gods beside S’dain’d not the name of Country Sheepheards Swaines, +Nor want we pleasures, though we take some paines. We liue contentedly: A thing call’d pride Which so corrupts the Court and euery place, (10) (Each place I meane where learning is neglected, And yet of late, euen learnings selfe’s infected,) I know not what it meanes in any case. We onely (when Molorchus +gins to peepe, Learne for to fold, and to vnfold our Sheepe.
FINIS. Rich. Barnefielde.