EBBA 30260

British Library - Roxburghe

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The Shepheards Delight.
To the Tune of Frog Galliard.

ON yonder Hill there springs a flower,

faire befall those daintie sweets,

And by that flower there stands a bower.

where all the heavenly Muses meetes,

And in that Bower there stands a Chayre,

fringed all about with gold,

And therein sits the fairest faire,

that ever did mine eies behold.

It was Phillida faire and bright,

and the Shepheards onely joy,

She whome Venus most did spight,

and the blinded litttle Boy.

It was she the wisest rich,

whome all the world did joy to see.

It was Ipsa, quae the which,

there was none but onely she

Thou art the Shepheards Queene,

pittie me thy wofull Swaine.

For by thy vertue have been seene,

dead men restord to life againe:

Look on me now with thy faire eyes,

one smiling looke and I am gone.

Looke on me for [I] am he,

thy poore afllicted Corridon,

Dead am I to all delights,

except thy mercy quicken me

Grant oh Queene, or else I die.

a salve for this my malady:The while we sing with cheereful noyse,

wood Nymphes and Satyres all may play,

With silver sounding Musicks voice,

rejoycing at this happy day.

Finis.