The Faithful Shepherdess - The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher (Volume 2 of 10). by John Fletcher;Francis Beaumont
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With that dull humour, most unfit to be
The friend of man, cold and dull Chastitie. Sure I am held not fair, or am too old, Or else not free enough, or from my fold Drive not a flock sufficient great, to gain The greedy eyes of wealth-alluring Swain: Yet if I may believe what others say, My face has soil enough; nor can they lay Justly too strict a Coyness to my Charge; My Flocks are many, and the Downs as large They feed upon: then let it ever be Their Coldness, not my Virgin Modestie Makes me complain. _Enter_ Thenot. _The_. Was ever Man but I Thus truly taken with uncertainty? Where shall that Man be found that loves a mind Made up in Constancy, and dare not find His Love rewarded? here let all men know A Wretch that lives to love his Mistress so. _Clo_. Shepherd, I pray thee stay, where hast thou been? Or whither go'st thou? here be Woods as green As any, air likewise as fresh and sweet, As where smooth _Zephyrus_ plays on the fleet Face of the curled Streams, with Flowers as many As the young Spring gives, and as choise as any; Here be all new Delights, cool Streams and Wells, |
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