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Galate did much impair
More than sighs from lovers' veins;
When every eye did stand at gaze,
On Galate's fair face to wonder;
Then amongst them all did I
If Galate oft say not thus,
'I love the shepherd Tityrus!'
True, for none more true can be
Or with a piercing frown reply,
And heart-break frowns do stop the breath.'
And with a smile away she goes,
As one that little cared to ease
Harbour nought but flattery!
Their tears are drawn that drop deceit,
Their faces calends of all sleight,
Their smiles are lures, their looks guile,
And counted love but Venus' mocks.
The haste with which Greene produced his love-pamphlets is betrayed in the frequency of his repetitions. Thus, the hair is repeatedly described as derived from Apollo, and as being the net in which men are entrapped::
Apollo, when my mistress first was born,
Cut off his locks, and left them on her head.'-p. 44.
'-like Apollo's locks Methought appeared the trammels of her hair.'-p. 71
'Brightsome Apollo in his richest pomp,
Was not like to the trammels of her hair.'-p. 103.
'Who chain blind youths in trammels of their hair.'-p. 97.
OF A COUNTRY SWAIN AT THE RETURN OF PHILADOR.
HE silent shade had shadowed every tree,
And Phoebus in the west was shrouded low; Each hive had home her busy labouring bee, Each bird the harbour of the night did know: Even then,
All things did from their weary labour lin,*
His head on hand, his elbow on his knee;
Menalcas sate in passions all alone,
He sighed then, and thus he 'gan to moan.
'I that fed flocks upon Thessalia plains,
And bade my lambs to feed on daffodil,
That lived on milk and curds, poor shepherds' gains, And merry sate, and piped upon a pleasant hill; Even then,
I sate secure, and feared not Fortune's ire,
Then lofty thoughts began to lift my mind,
Pride did intend the sequel of my ruth,
I left the fields and took me to the town,
Nor shepherd's weeds, but garments far more gay:
Aspiring thoughts did follow after ruth,
I lashed out lavish, then began my ruth,
I cast mine eye on every wanton face,
Love trapped me in the fatal bands of ruth,
No cost I spared to please my mistress' eye,
Desire did draw me on to deem of ruth,
The day in poems often did I pass,
The night in sighs and sorrows for her grace;
Held sun-shine showers within her flattering face:
I spied the woes that women's loves ensu'th,
I noted oft that beauty was a blaze,
I saw that love was but a heap of cares;
And sought their wealth amongst affection's tares,
With hot pursuit did follow after ruth,
And fostered up the follies of their youth.
Thus clogged with love, with passions, and with grief,
I felt a wound, and fain would have relief,
I felt my senses almost sold to ruth,
I thought to leave the follies of my youth.
To flocks again; away the wanton town,
Both pride and love are ever pained with ruth,
A deer was said to stand at gaze when it stared at anything. + A slight liberty has been taken with this line, by which the measure is adjusted without injury to the sense. In former editions it stands
'And therefore farewell the follies of my youth.'