Amarillis I did woo,
And I courted Phillis too;
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So now is come our joyful'st feast,
Let every man be jolly.
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Two pretty rills do meet, and meeting make
Within one valley a large silver lake:
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Sweet baby, sleep! what ails my dear,
What ails my darling thus to cry?
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Now gentle sleep hath clos'd up those eyes
Which waking kept my boldest thoughts in awe,
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How near me came the hand of Death,
When at my side he struck my dear,
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The voice which I did more esteem
Than music in her sweetest key,
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Lord, living, here are we
As fast united, yet
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Did I not know a great man's power and might
In spite of innocence can smother right,
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Her true beauty leaves behind
Apprehensions in my mind
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I loved a lass, a fair one,
As fair as e'er was seen;
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Can I think the Guide of Heaven
Hath so beautifully given
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Lord! when those glorious lights I see
With which thou hast adorned the skies,
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(From _The Shepherd's Hunting_)
Seest thou not, in clearest days,
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Come, oh! come, with sacred lays,
Let us sound th' Almighty's praise;
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Lordly gallants! tell me this
(Though my safe content you weigh not),
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Shall I, wasting in despair,
Die, because a woman's fair?
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I wandered out a while agone,
And went I know not whither;
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Now gentle sleep hath closèd up those eyes,
Which waking kept my boldest thoughts in awe,
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Methought his royal person did foretell
A kingly stateliness, from all pride clear;
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Me so oft my fancy drew
Here and there, that I ne'er knew
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False world, thy malice I espie
With what thou hast designed;
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The Lord is King, and weareth
A robe of glory bright:
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Shall I, wasting in despaire,
Dye because a woman's faire?
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If she love me, this believe,
I will die ere she shall grieve;
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When with a serious musing I behold
The grateful and obsequious marigold,
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She doth tell me where to borrow
Comfort in the midst of sorrow:
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Hence away, thou Syren, leave me!
Pish! unclaspe these wanton armes;
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Thus fears the man whom virtue, beacon-like,
Hath fix'd upon the hills of eminence;
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