'Cause her fortune seems too high, Where they want of riches find, Great, or good, or kind, or fair, [From his "Mistresse of Philarete," 1622.] THE STEDFAST SHEPHERD. GEORGE WITHER. Hence away, thou Syren, leave me, No common snare Thy painted baits, And poor deceits, Are all bestow'd on me in vain. I'm no slave to such, as you be; Neither shall that snowy breast, Ever rob me of my rest: Thy beauty's ray To some more-soon enamour'd swain : Those common† wiles Of sighs and smiles Are all bestow'd on me in vain. I have elsewhere vowed a duty; Where gawdy clothes And fained oaths may love obtain: Whose look swears no; That all your labours § will be vain. Can he prize the tainted posies, On her sweet breast That is the pride of Cynthia's train: Then stay thy tongue; Thy mermaid song Is all bestowed on me in vain. Variations from an old copy printed by Ellis. * Nor shall that soft. + forced. thy.thy labour. I others. He's a fool that basely dallies, Where each peasant mates with him : Shall I haunt the thronged vallies, Whilst there's noble hills to clim'? No, no, though clowns Are scar'd with frowns, I know the best can but disdain ; So will thy love Be all bestowed on me in vain. I do scorn to vow a duty, Affords that bliss For which I would refuse no pain: But such as you, Fond fools, adieu ! You seek to captive me in vain. Leave me then, you* Syren leave me ; Who am proof against your charms: * Pain. 1 And. At the fair, th' other day,†† Phillida flouts me. Variations from an old copy printed by Ellis. Yesterday. Fair maid, be not so coy, Do not disdain me; I shall have, when she dies, I often hear'd her say, Of my dear Philly: Therefore, 'tis flat and plain, |