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A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,
And as goods lost are seld or never found,
So beauty blemish'd once, for ever's lost,
Good night, good rest. Ah! neither be my She bade good night, that kept my rest awa And daff'd me to a cabin hang'd with care To descant on the doubts of my decay.
Farewell, quoth she, and come again to-m
Yet at my parting sweetly did she smile, In scorn or friendship, nill I construe whe "T may be, she joy'd to jest at my exile, 'T may be, again to make me wander thit Wander, a word for shadows like mysel As take the pain, but cannot pluck the
Lord, how mine eyes throw gazes to the e My heart doth charge the watch; the morn Doth cite each moving sensem idle res
ks all sleeping, nphs back peeping
!l our pleasure known to us poor swains,
All our merry meetings on the plains,
Thy like ne'er was
For a sweet content, the cause of all my moan:" Poor Coridon
Must live alone,
Other help for him I see that there is none.
Whenas thine eye hath chose the dame,
And stall'd the deer that thou should'st strike,
As well as partial fancy 10 like: 11
Take counsel of some wiser head,
And when thou com'st thy tale to tell,
8 lass] The reading in Weelkes's Madrigals: old copy, "love."
9 moan] The reading in England's Helicon: old copy, "woe."
10 fancy] i e. love.
11 Corrected by a manuscript of the time.
In black mourn I,
Heart is bleeding,
All help needing,
(O cruel speeding!) Fraughted with gall.
My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal,
My curtail dog that wont to have play'd,
Procures to weep,
In howling-wise, to see my doleful plight. How sighs resound
Through heartless ground,
Like a thousand vanquish❜d men in bloody
Clear wells spring not,
Sweet birds sing not,
Forth; they die :
6 no deal] i. e. in no degree. 7 With sighs so deep,
Procures, &c.] "The dog procures (i. e. manages matters) so as to weep." STEEVENS. The whole passage is probably corrupt. Shakespeare certainly wrote none of this wretched piece. Malone in his last edition printed it as given in Weelkes's Madrigals.