An Excellent Ditty, called the Shepherds wooing Dulcina. Tune is, Dulcina
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AS at noon Dulcina rested,
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in her sweet and shady Bowre,
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Came a Shepheard and requested,
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in her arms to sleep an hour:
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But from her look,
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A wound he took,
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so far that for a farther boon,
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The Nymph he prays,
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Wherefore she says,
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Forgo me now, come to me soon.
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But in vain she did conjure him,
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for to leave her presence so,
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Having thousand means to allure him,
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and but one to let him go;
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Where Lips invite,
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And eyes delight,
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and Cheeks as fresh as Rose in June,
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Perswades to stay,
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What boots to say,
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Forgo me now, etc.
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Words, whose hopes have now injoyned,
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him to let Dulcina sleep,
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Could a mans love be confined,
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or a Maid her promise keep?
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No, for her waste,
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He held as fast,
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as she was constant to her tune;
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And still she spake,
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For Cupids sake,
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Forgo me now, etc.
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He demands what time or leisure,
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can there be more fit then now;
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She says, men may say their pleasure,
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yet I of it do not allow.
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The Suns clear light,
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Shineth more bright,
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quoth he more fairer then the Moon,
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For her to praise,
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He loves he says,
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Forgo me now, etc.
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But no promise nor profession,
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from his hands to purchase scope;
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Who would sell the sweet possession
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of such a beauty for a hope.
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Or for the sight
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Of lingring night,
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forgo the pleasant joys of noon;
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Though none so fair,
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Her speeches were,
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Forgo me now, etc.
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Now at last agreed these Lovers,
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she was fair and he was young,
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If youl believe me I will tell ye,
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true Love fixed lasteth long:
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He said my Dear,
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My Love not fear,
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bright Phoebus beams out-shines the Moon,
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Dulcina prays,
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And to him says,
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Forgo me now, etc.
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DAy was spent, and night approachd
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Venus fair was Lovers friend,
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She intreated bright Apollo,
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that his Steeds their race might end,
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He could not say,
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This Goddess nay,
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But granted loves fair Queen her boon,
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The Shepherd came,
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To this fair Dame,
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Forgo me now, come to me soon.
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Sweet he said, as I did promise,
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I am now returnd again,
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Long delay (you know) breeds danger,
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and to Lovers breedeth pain,
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The Nymph said then,
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Above all men,
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Still welcome Shepherd morn or noon,
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The Shepherd prays,
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Dulcina says,
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Shepherd I doubt thourt come too soon.
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When that bright Aurora blushed,
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came the Shepherd to his dear,
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Pretty Birds most sweet warbled,
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and the noon approached neer,
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Yet still away,
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The Nymph did say,
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The Shepherd he fell in a swonnd,
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At length she said,
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Be not afraid,
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forgo me now, etc.
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With grief of heart the Shepherd hasted
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up the Mountains to his flocks,
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Then he took a Reed and piped,
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eccho sounded through the Rocks:
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Thus did he Play,
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And wisht the day,
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Were spent, & night were come er noon,
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The silent night,
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Is Loves delight,
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Ile go to fair Dulcina soon.
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Beautious Darling fair Dulcina,
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like to Venus for her Love,
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Spent away the day in passion,
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mourning like the Turtle-Dove,
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Melodiously,
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Notes low and hye,
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She warbled forth this doleful tune,
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Oh come again,
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Sweet Shepherd Swain,
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Thou canst not be with me too soon.
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When that Thetis in her Palace,
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had receivd the Prince of light,
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Came in Corydon the Shepherd,
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to his Love and hearts delight,
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Then Pan did play,
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The Wood-Nymps they,
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Did skip and dance to hear the tune,
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Hymen did say,
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Tis Holy-day,
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Forgo me now, come to me soon.
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