RUde Pan wold nedes one day in companie
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Compare to mend Apollos melodye:
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And toke his homlie pipe and gan to blo
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The Jentil god, that saw his rudnes so
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(Although himselfe knewe how for to excell)
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Contented stode, to here his conning well:
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Pan played, and played boystiouslye
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Apollo. played but much melodiously
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And such a tune wyth such musicke gave
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As wel became hys knowledge for to have.
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Midas stode by to Judge and to decre
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Whych of them both should best in musycke be
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And as he herde Pan playe and use hys song,
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He thought it such as he had lyked long
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And wonted was to here of others oft
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Apollos. harpe and song went very soft
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And swete and straunge: as none might sweter be:
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But yet thought Midas thys musycke lykes not me.
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And therfore strayght ful loude he cried and said:
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Pan. to myne eares of both hath better plaied,
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quoth then Apollo. syns thus thou demest Pan.
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Me to excel that God of Connyng am,
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And so doest judge of thynges thou canst no skyll
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Mydas henceforth so thus to the I wyll
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Thou shalte have eares to shewe and tell I wys:
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Both what thy skyll and what thy reason is.
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Whych on thy heade shall stande and wytnes be:
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Howe thou haste judged thys rurall God and me
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Nay be content for I have it sayd
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A full sad man stood Mydas then dismayde
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And as he felt to trye if it so was
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He found he had two eares as hath an Asse
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Newly growen out wher as hys own eares stoode
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Sore chaunged then his coullour and his moode
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But yet for thie, havyng no worde to say
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He shooke hys eares and sadly went hys waye
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I know no more, but thys I wot and know
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That tho the Phrigian kyng be buryed lo
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And both hys eares eke wyth hym hydden be
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And so far worne that no man shall them se,
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Syns such there are that lyve at thys day yet
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Whych have hys skyl, hys judgement and his wit
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And take upon them both to judge and know
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To them I wyshe even thus and to no mo
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That as they have hys judgement and hys yeares,
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Even so I would they had hys fayre longe eares.
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