The Shepherds Joy
Renewed.
Coridon seeking of his flocks
Left Cloris all alone,
Who to the woods, the trees, & rocks
Sigh'd out her grievous moan,
Tune of, Young Phaon.
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COme mourn with me ye Shepherds all,
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that visit flowry Plains,
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Whilst I lament in discontent
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my sorrows and my pains,
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My Coridon has me forsook,
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in whom I took delight,
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And trouble hath me overtook,
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my days are turn'd to night.
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I never thought he'd me forskake,
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while he injoy'd his breath,
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Some mischief did him overtake,
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or he's surpriz'd by death:
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Else could he not be so unkind
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to leave his Cloris so
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Perplext and troubled in her mind,
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surrounded thus with woe.
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Into some secret Cave will I
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most secretly retire,
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And end my life in misery,
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and never-ceasing fire,
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Ile write my Motto for my Tomb,
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and have it set thereon,
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And will conclude in little room,
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Ah faithless Coridon.
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But could I once be sure again
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his lovely face to see,
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I'de banish sorrow, scorn my pain,
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and slight my misery,
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I'de sing his praises e'ry where
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as I went with my Flocks,
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And Loyalty to him I'de swear
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amidst the stony Rocks.
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But woe is me 'tis now too late
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such joys e're to obtain,
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For I am rob'd by cruel fate,
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which causeth all my pain:
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Grim death without all question did
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upon my Shepherd seize,
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Oh who can such mishaps forbid,
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or help my sad disease.
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As she lay in this deep distress
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just ready to depart,
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He came to look his Shepherdess,
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which joy'd her woful heart,
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So she betwixt both hope and fear
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fell down all in a swound,
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She cryed my Coridon, my dear,
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as she lay on the ground,
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Why hast thou been unkind to me,
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where has thou been so long?
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Thus to increase my misery,
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and do thy true-love wrong:
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I never thought thee to behold
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with my poor watery eyes,
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That love thee better far then gold,
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hadst thou but heard my cries.
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It would have pierc'd thee to the heart
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to hear my grievous moan,
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When thou wer't wandring the Desart,
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and left me here alone;
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But Coridon well minding this,
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was moved much with pitty,
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And cry'd as he gave her a kiss,
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thou art too fair, too pretty
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To be thus us'd, but hear my love,
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my flocks were gone astray;
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Which was the cause that did me move
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to stay so long away:
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But should my sheep be lost again
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I'de tarry still with thee,
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And with my Cloris still remain,
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that mourned so for me.
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Betwixt his arms he took her then,
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and with imbraces sweet
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These Lovers they did once agen
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like faithful Lovers meet.
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Whose looks upon each other then
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did make them seem as blest,
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But lo, the night aprroached, when
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They laid Them down to rest.
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