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A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,
Lost, vaded, broken, dead within an hour.

And as goods lost are seld or never found,
As vaded gloss no rubbing will refresh,
As flowers dead, lie wither'd on the ground,
As broken glass no cement can redress,

So beauty blemish'd once, for ever's lost,
In spite of physick, painting, pain, and co

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To leave the maknight:

To put in practi Unto the silly But one must be

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ound no deal,* Dieful knell :

to have play'

cins afraid;

see my doleful plight.

d.

quish'd men in bloody

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ks all sleeping,

nphs back peeping

Fearfully.

!l our pleasure known to us poor swains, All our merry meetings on the plains,

All our evening sport from us is fled,

All our love is lost, for love is dead.
Farewell, sweet lass,8

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.

XVI.

Whenas thine eye hath chose the dame,

And stall'd the deer that thou should'st strike,

Let reason rule things worthy blame,

As well as partial fancy 10 like: 11

Take counsel of some wiser head,
Neither too young, nor yet unwed.

And when thou com'st thy tale to tell,
Smooth not thy tongue with filed talk,

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.

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In black mourn I,
All fears scorn I,

Love hath forlorn me,

Living in thrall:

Heart is bleeding,

All help needing,
(O cruel speeding!)

Fraughted with gall.

My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal,
My wether's bell rings doleful knell ;
My curtail dog that wont to have play'd,
Plays not at all, but seems afraid;
With sighs so deep,

Procures to weep,

In howling-wise, to see my doleful plight How sighs resound

Through heartless ground,

Like a thousand vanquish❜d men in bloo fight!

Clear wells spring not,

Sweet birds sing not,

Green plants bring not

Forth; they die : Herds stand weeping,

6 no deal] i. e. in no degree. With sighs so deep,

Procures, &c.] "The dog procures (i. e. manages ma so as to weep." STEEVENS. The whole passage is pro corrupt. Shakespeare certainly wrote none of this wret piece. Malone in his last edition printed it as give Weelkes's Madrigals.

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