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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Canzon 11. How wert thou pleasèd with my Pastoral Ode!
HOW wert thou pleasèd with my Pastoral Ode!
Which late I sent thee; wherein I, thy Swain,
In rural tune, on pipe did chaunt abroad
Thee, for the loveliest Lass that traced the plain.
  There, on thy head, I, FLORA’s Chaplet placed!        5
There, did my pipe proclaim thee, Summer’s Queen!
Each herdgroom, with that honour held thee graced!
When lawny white did chequer with thy green.
  There, did I bargain all my kids to thee!
My spotted lambkins, choicest of my fold!        10
So thou would’st sit and keep thy flock by me:
So much I joyed, thy beauty to behold.
  How many Cantons then, sent I to thee!
Who, though on two strings only raised their strain,
To wit, my Grief, and thy unmatched Beauty;        15
Yet well their harmony could please thy vein!
  Well could they please thee, and thou term them witty;
  But now as fortunes change, so change my Ditty!

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