Fair Phyllis and her Shepherd

"Shepherd, saw you not
My fair lovely Phyllis
Walking on this mountain,
Or on yonder plain?
She is gone this way to Diana's fountain,
And hath left me wounded,
With her high disdain.
Ay me, she is fair,
And without compare!

Sorrow, come and sit with me;
Love is full of fears,
Love is full of tears,
Love without these cannot be.
Thus my passions pain me.
For my Love hath slain me;
Gentle shepherd, bear a part;
Pray to Cupid's mother,
For I know no other
That can help to ease my smart. "

" Shepherd, I have seen
Thy fair, lovely Phyllis,
Where her flocks are feeding,
By the river's side;
Oh! I much admire
She, so far exceeding
In surpassing beauty.
Should surpass in pride.

But, alas I I find,
They are all unkind;
Beauty knows her power too well.
When they list they love,
When they please they move,
Thus they turn our heaven to hell.
For their fair eyes glancing,
Like to Cupid's dancing,
Roll about still to deceive us;
With vain hopes deluding.
Still dispraise concluding.

Now they love, and now they leave us."
" Thus I do despair.
Have her I shall never;
If she be so coy,
Lost is all my love;
But she is so fair
I must love her ever;
All my pain is joy,
Which for her I prove.
If I should her try.
And she should deny.

Heavy heart with woe will break.
Though against my will.
Tongue thou must be still,
For she will not hear thee speak.
Then with sighs go prove her,
Let them show I love her;
Gracious Venus, be my guide!
But though I complain me,
She will still disdain me;
Beauty is so full of pride.
"What though she be fair?

Speak, and fear not speeding;
Be she ne'er so coy,
Yet she may be won;
Unto her repair,
Where her flocks are feeding,
Sit and tick and toy,
Till set be the sun.
Sun then being set,
Fear not Vulcan's net.

Though that Mars therein was caught;
If she do deny,
Thus to her reply,
Venus' laws she must be taught.
Then with kisses move her.
That's the way to prove her.
Thus thy Phyllis must be won;
She will not forsake thee,
But her Love will make thee.

When Love's duty once is done."
" Happy shall I be,
If she grant me favour.
Else for love I die;
Phyllis is so fair. "
" Boldly then go see.
Thou mayst quickly have her;
Though she should deny
Vet do not despair."
" She is full of pride;
Venus be my guide!

Help a silly shepherd's speed! "
' ' Use no such delay.
Shepherd, go thy way,
Venture, man, and do the deed."
" I will sore complain me."
" Say that Love hath slain thee
If her favours do not feed;
But take no denial.
Stand upon thy trial;
Spare to speak, and want of speed."