14 VII. NICHOLAS Breton, 1542-1626? A PASTORAL OF PHILLIS AND CORYDON. Na hill there grows a flower, ΟΝ Fair befall the dainty sweet; In that bower there is a chair, Fringed all about with gold; It is Phillis fair and bright, She that is the shepherd's joy; And did blind her little boy. This is she, the wise, the rich, That the world desires to see ; This is ipsa quæ the which, There is none but only she. Who would not this face admire? Who would not this saint adore? Though he thought to see no more? Oh fair eyes, yet let me see, One good look, and I am gone; Look on me, Thy poor silly Corydon. Thou that art the shepherd's queen, By thy comfort have been seen VIII. CORYDON'S SUPPLICATION TO PHILLIS. WEET Phillis, if a silly swain, SWE May sue to thee for grace; See not thy loving shepherd slain, But think what power thou hast got, Upon my flock and me; Thou seest they now regard me not, And if I have so far presum'd, With prying in thine eyes; But as thou art that Phillis fair, The deer do browse upon the brier, But if thy beauty make thee proud, Should curse thee for unkind; Let me report for thy behoof, Is sworn the Shepherd's Queen. IX. IN OLDEN LOVE-MAKING. N time of yore when shepherds dwelt And simple people never felt The pain of lovers' mocks ; But little birds would carry tales And all the dainty nightingales Did sing at lovers' meeting; Then yea and nay was thought an oath Then did they talk of curds and cream, Of butter, cheese, and milk; There was no speech of sunny beam Nor of the golden silk. Then for a gift a row of pins, A purse, a pair of knives; Was all the way that love begins, And so the shepherd wives. But now we have so much ado, Such choice of jewels, rings and chains And such intolerable pains Ere one can hit on love. That if I still shall bide this life 'Twixt love and deadly hate; I will go learn the country life, Or leave the lover's state. |