The Shepheards Lamentation.
To the tune of the plaine-dealing Woman.
COme Shepheards, decke your heads,
no more with bayes but willowes
Forsake your downy beds,
and make your ground your pillowes:
And mourne with mo, since crost
as I, was neuer no man:
Nor neuer shepheard lo, lo, lo, lost,
so plaine a dealing woman.
All you forsaken woers.
that euer were distressed,
And all you lusty Louers,
that euer loue molested,
Your losse I must condole,
and all together summon,
To mourne for the poore so, so, soule,
of my plaine dealing woman:
Faire
Venus made her chast,
and
Ceres beauty gaue her:
Pan wept when she was lost,
and
Satyres stroue to haue her:
But oh she was to them
so nice, so coy, that no man,
Could iudge but he that knew, knew, knew,
she was plaine dealing woman,
For all her pretty parts,
I neuer enough shall wonder,
She ouercame all hearts,
and all hearts made to wonder.
Her breath it is so sweet,
so sweet the like felt no man,
Oh, Shepheards neuer lo, lo, lost,
so plaine a dealing woman.
Her eyes did shine like glasse,
to gra
[...]e her comely feature:
Faire
Venus she did farre surpasse,
she was a comely creature.
[...] she wa
[...]
[...] coy,
[...] euer yet was no one:
[...]
Cupid that blind bo, bo, boy,
[...] my plaine
[...]aling Woman.
So beautifull was she,
in fauour and in feature:
Her well shapt limbs did shew,
she was a comely creature:
What griefe was this to me,
iudge all true hearted yong men
[...]
To haue so great a lo, lo, losse,
of my plaine dealing woman.
Diana faire and chast,
on her might well attend,
A Nimph she was at least,
and to Shepheards a great friend:
And oh she was so kind,
as neuer yet was no one,
A man could hardly fi, fi, find,
so plaine a dealing woman.
So courteous eke she was,
I and so kind to all men:
What better pleasure could you wish,
then so plaine a dealing woman:
But now alas shoes gone
it makes my heart to pitty:
Oh there was neuer such an o, o, other wench
in Country or in Citty.
Kind Shepheards all farewell,
since death hath me ore taken:
Vnto the world pray
[...]all,
that I am quite forsaken,
And so to all adue,
goe forth I pray and summon,
The
[...]a
[...]ting crew to mourne for me,
and my plaine dealing woman.
Put on your mourning weeds,
and bring the wreath of willow:
Goe tell the world I am dead,
and make the ground my pillow.
And ring, ding dong, ding dong,
ding dong, adew,
Loue you no more so so long,
but change each day a new.
Come Shepheards leaue your sighing
and wipe away your teares,
And let vs fall to piping,
to driue away all cares:
For though that she be gone,
that was so
[...]aic
[...] a good one,
Yet once more may we find,
as plaine a dealing woman.
FINIS.
The Second Part of the Plaine dealing woman.
YE Siluan Nimphes come skip it,
and crowne your heads with Mirtle:
Yée faire Ewes come trip it,
on earths imbroydered kirtle.
And O you
Driades,
which haunt the coolest Fountaines:
Come leaue your silken shadie groues,
and sport it in the Mountaines.
For lo the Gods obtaine it,
that wonders shall possesse her▪
And Nature did decree it,
when she with life did blesse her.
The Quéene of Loue disdaind not,
faire
Phillis for her feature,
For all the world containd not,
so rare a comely creature.
Diana made her chast,
and
Pallas made her witty:
The Goddesse
Ceres grac't
her heart with loue and pitty.
The Muses did select her,
to grace their learned number:
And
Venus did elect her,
the onely beautious wonder.
When
Ioue beheld her beauty,
his
Leda did repent him:
Ioue thought that in loues duty,
she onely did consent him.
And
Phoebus blusht to know it,
that
Daphne had abus'd him,
For lo, her worth did show, that
desertles she refus
[...]d him.
Pan was enamoured on her.
his
Sirynx could not please him:
And when he lookt vpon her,
her very sight did ease him:
The
Satyre mournd to misse her,
whom all the world admired:
Siluanus wisht to kisse her,
whom greatest Gods desired.
Cupid his
Psyche left,
to feed his eies vpon her,
Of Godlike power bereft,
that her he more might honour,
His bow and shafts he gaue her,
wherewith she wounds all hearts
So well she doth behaue her,
like loue in all his parts.
I list no more to praise her,
whom heauen and earth admire,
A loftier Muse must raise her,
whose verse can mount vp higher:
A golden pen must write it,
dipt in the Muses Fountaine,
And they themselues in
[...]ite it,
vpon their sacred Mountaine.
Then O yee Shepheard Swaines,
with garlands deck your bonnets,
And let th' Arcadian pla
[...]nes,
ring forth with Lyrick Sonets:
Come tune you rurall voyces,
to chant her matchlesse merits,
Whose faire exceeds all beauties,
the spacious world inherits.
FINIS.
Imprinted at London for I. W.