see: Th.
Campion; No. II
see: W.Corkine; No. 9
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Now peep, boe peep, thrise happie blest mine
eies.
My choise is made, and I desire no change.
Can shee disdaine, can I persist to Loue.
Alas faire face, why doth that smoothed brow.
Whether so fast, see how the kindly flowers perfumes the
Aire.
Rest sweet Nimphes let goulden
sleepe, charme your Star brighter eies.
Aye mee,
shee frownes, my mistresse is offended.
Now let her change and spare not, since she proues false
I care not.
Vnderneth a Cypris shade,
the Queene of Loue sate mourning.
Sound wofull plaints in hills and woods.
You that pine in long desire.
Looke Mistresse mine, within this hollow brest.
Clime O hart, clime to thy rest.
Thanks gentle Moone for thy obscured light.
I Sigh as sure to weare the fruit, of the willow
tree.
Down a down, thus Phillis sung,
by Fancie once opressed.
Diaphenia like the
Dafdowndillie, white as the Sunne, faire as the Lillie.
Beautie sate bathing by a spring, where fairest shades
did hide her.
Musick deare solace, to my thoughts neglected.
With fragrant flowers we strew the way.
Come, come all you that draw heauens purest
breath.
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