Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN ECOLOGE BETWEN A SHEPHEARDE AND A HEARDMAN, by ARTHUR GORGES Poet's Biography First Line: Cumme gentle heardman sitt with mee Last Line: Flye from thy carefull headd. Subject(s): Daphne (mythology) | ||||||||
S Cumme gentle Heardman sitt with mee and tune thy Pype by myne Heare underneth this wyllowe tree too shylde the hoate sunnshyne Wheare I have framde my sommers Bowre for proofe of Phoebus beames And deckte ytt upp with many a flowre sweete seatted by thes streames For Daphne evar once a daye these flowringe bancks doth walke And in hir bosome beares awaye the pryde of many a stalke Butt leaves the humble harte behynde that would hir garlonds dyght And Shee sweete sowle the more unkinde too sett true love so lyght Yett thoughe that others beare the Bell as in hir favoure bleste Hir Shephearde loveth hyr as well as those whom Shee loves beste. H Alas poore Pastore nowe I fynde thy love ys lodgd so hye That of thy flockes thow haste no mynde butt feadste a wanton Eye. Yf dayntye Daphnes lookes besott thy doatynge harts desyre Bee sure that farr beyonde thy lott thy lykinge doth aspire To love so sweete a Nymphe as shee and looke for love agayne Is fortune fyttinge hygh degree nott for a shephearde swayne For shee of lordly ladds ys coyde and soughte of greate Estates Hir favoure scornes to be enjoyde of us poore lowely mates I reade the thearefore nowe be wyse goe with me to our wake Wheare lovely lasses bee nott nyce theare lyke and chuse thy make Wheare are nor Pearles nor golde to veue nor pryde of sylken syghte Butt Pettycoats of scarlett hue that vayles the skynn snow white And though the muske and ambar fyne so lady lyke they cannot gett Yet wyll th[e]y weare the sweete woodbyne the prymerose and the vyolet Theare truest Turtles bynn too gett for love and lyttle coaste Theare sweete desire ys payde his debte and laboure seeldome loste S No heardman no thow raveste too lowde our trade so vyle to holde My weede as hyghe a hart doth shrowd as his thats cladd in golde And take for trothe that I the tell thys songe fayre Daphne synges That Cupyde will be searvde aswell of Shepheards as of kynges And dooth for proofe olde tales recorde how Venus Queene of love Woulde sett asyde hir warlyke lorde and youthfull Pastors prove How Parys was as well esteemd a symple Shepheard Boye As after when that he was deemd kynge Pryams sonne of Troye And thearefore have wee better hope as hadd those laddes of yore Our curadge takes as lardge a scope althoughe theyr happ weare more And for thow shalt nott deame I jeste nor beare a mynde more base No meaner hope shall haunte my breste then dearest Daphnes grace My mynde no other thoughts retaynes myne Eye noughte els admyres My harte no other passion straynes nor other happ desires My muse of nothynge els entreats my Pype noughte els dothe sownde My vaynes no other fevar heats such faythe in Shepheards fownde H Ah shephearde then I see with greefe thy care ys paste all cure No remedye for thy releefe butt patiently endure Thy wonted lybertye is fledd fond fancye breeds thy bane Thy sence of folly brought abedd thy witt ys in the wane I cann butt sorrowe for thy sake synce love lulls the asleepe And tyll out of this dreame thow wake God shylde thy strayinge sheepe Thy happlesse flocks may rue and cursse this prowde desyre of thyne Whose wreched plyght from bad too worsse thy careles Eye will pyne And even as they thy selfe lykewise with them shalt weare and waste To see the sprynge before thyn eyes thow thyrstinge canst not taste Content the thearefore with concayte whilst others gayne the grace And thynke thy fortune at the haight to see butt Daphnes face For though thy truthe deserveth well rewarde above the reste Thy happs shalbee but marks to tell how other men are bleste So gentle Shepheard farewell nowe bee warned by my reade For I see written in thy browe thy harte for love doth bleade Yet longer with the woulde I staye yf oughte myght do the goode Butt nothinge cann the heat delaye wheare love enflames the blood S Then Heardman synce it is my lott and my good lykinge suche Stryve not to loose the faythfull knott that thyncks no paynes to muche For what contents my Daphne best I nevar will dyspise So Shee but wishe my sowle good reste when death shall close myne Eyes Adyeue good heardgrome once agayne for nowe the day is fledd H So mought thy cares poore Shepheards swayn flye from thy carefull headd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APOLLO AND DAPHNE by PHILIP AYRES DAPHNE; FOR GRAHAM ROBERTSON by GORDON BOTTOMLEY TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE COAST OF LIGURIA by EDWARD CARPENTER APOLLO AND DAPHNE by GIAMBATTISTA MARINI DAPHNE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY METAMORPHOSES: BOOK 1. DAPHNE AND APOLLO by PUBLIUS OVIDIUS NASO |
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