Wanton, wanton, come hither O stay, why do you flie me ? My sute though you deny me. Yet let vs walke together Sweete Nimph, such hast why make you, Wel could I ouertake you, But since words will not moue thee Farewell I did but this to proue thee, With that the Nimph she staid And deepely sighing said, Sweet shepherd how I loue thee. |
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