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THEAFFECTIONATE SHEPHEARD.
THE TEARES OF AN AFFECTIONATE SHEPHEARD SICKE FOR LOVE,OR THE COMPLAINT OF DAPHNIS FOR THELOVE OF GANIMEDE. Scarce had the morning starre hid from the lightHeavens crimson canopie with stars bespangled,But I began to rue th' unhappy sightOf that faire boy that had my hart intangled;Cursing the time, the place, the sense, the sin;I came, I saw, I viewd, I slipped in. If it be sinne to love a sweet-fac'd boy,Whose amber locks trust up in golden tramelsDangle adowne his lovely cheekes with joy,When pearle and flowers his faire haire enamels;If it be sinne to love a lovely lad,Oh then sinne I, for whom my soule is sad. His ivory-white and alablaster skinIs staind throughout with rare vermillion red,Whose twinckling starrie lights doe never blinTo shine on lovely Venus, Beauties bed;But as the lillie and the blushing rose,So white and red on him in order growes. Upon a time the nymphs bestird them-selvesTo trie who could his beautie soonest win;But he accounted them but all as elves,Except it were the faire Queene Guendolen:Her he embrac'd, of her was beloved,With plaints he proved, and with teares he moved. But her an old man had beene sutor too,That in his age began to doate againe;Her would he often pray, and often woo,When through old age enfeebled was his braine:But she before had lov'd a lustie youth,That now was dead, the cause of all her ruth. And thus it hapned, Death and Cupid metUpon a time at swilling Bacchus house,Where daintie cates upon the boord were set,And goblets full of wine to drinke carouse:Where Love and Death did love the licor so,That out they fall and to the fray they goe. And having both their quivers at their backeFild full of arrows; th' one of fatall steele,The other all of gold; Deaths shaft was black,But Loves was yellow: Fortune turnd her wheele,And from Deaths quiver fell a fatall shaft,That under Cupid by the winde was waft. And at the same time by ill hap there fellAnother arrow out of Cupids quiver,The which was carried by the winde at will,And under Death the amorous shaft did shiver:They being parted, Love tooke up Deaths dart,And Death tooke up Loves arrow for his part. Thus as they wandred both about the world,At last Death met with one of feeble age:Wherewith he drew a shaft and at him hurldThe unknowne arrow with a furious rage,Thinking to strike him dead with Deaths blacke dart;But he, alas, with Love did wound his hart! This was the doting foole, this was the manThat lov'd faire Guendolena, Queene of Beautie;Shee cannot shake him off, doo what she can,For he hath vowd to her his soules last duety:Making him trim upon the holydaies,And crownes his love with garlands made of baies. Now doth he stroke his beard, and now againeHe wipes the drivel from his filthy chin;Now offers he a kisse, but high DisdaineWill not permit her hart to pity him:Her hart more hard than adamant or steele,Her hart more changeable than Fortunes wheele....