|
Curst be the time when first mine eyes beheld Those rare perfections all mens thoughts admire, And iustly may a shepherds swain bewaile Those fatall howres which caus'd him first desire; Loues sweet consent that makes so deepe impression As hart and soule will witnesse in confession. Why should these eies borne traitors to my rest, Command my thoughts to yeeld to this presumption, To loue a nimph whose beauty all surpassing, In all mens thoughts breeds still a strange confusion; Heauens forbid that I should dare to moue, A face that gods solicite still and loue. Phillis sweet Phillis the shepherds only Queene, Skornes to admit a swaine into her loue, He pipes and sings and pleades to her for grace, His sons and Sonnets her can nothing moue : He sighes and vowes and praies with true deuotion, But vowes and prayers worke in her no motion. Then Coridon must yeeld to this his curse, Sith that his loue cannot her loue importune, For feare dispaires conuert this ill to worse, And by disgrace adde more plagues to fortune, Poore man sit down powre out thy plaints amaine, Phillis thee skornes and holds in high disdaine. |
Close
Online text copyright ©, Harald Lillmeyer
www.harald-lillmeyer.kulturserver.de