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and you, my tender flocks! Farewell my pipe, and all those pleasing songs, whose moving strains Delighted once the fairest nymphs that dance upon the plains! AND YOU MY TENDER FLOCKS FAREWELL MY PIPE AND ALL THOSE PLEASING SONGS WHOSE MOVING STRAINS DELIGHT AT ONCE THE FAIREST NYMPHS THAT DANCE UPON THE PLAINS
l powers!) In spite of fortune, cropped contentment's sweetest flowers, And yet unscornèd, serve a gentle nymph, the fairest she, That ever was beloved of man, or eyes did ever see! Yea, one whose tender heart would rue for my distress; Yet I, poor I! must perish ne'ertheless. And (which much more augments my care) Unmoanèd I must die, And no man e'er Know why. Thy leave, My dying song, Yet take, ere grief bereave The breath which I enjoy too long, Tell thou that fair one this: my soul prefers Her love above my life; and that I died her's: And let him be, for evermore, to her remembrance dear, Who loved the very thought of her whilst he remained here. And now farewell! thou place of my unhappy birth, Where once I breathed the sweetest air on earth; Since me my wonted joys forsake, And all my trust deceive; Of all I take My leave. Farewell! Sweet groves, to you! You hills, that highest dwell; And all you humble vales, adieu! You wanton brooks, and solitary rocks, My dear companions all! SH IN MY YOUTH'S SWEET PRIME I BUT A WHILE AGO YOU CRUEL POWERS IN SPITE OF FORTUNE CROPT CONTENTMENT SWEET FLOWERS AND YET UNSCORNED SERVE A GENTLE NYMPH THE FAIREST SHE THAT EVER WAS BELOVED OF MAN HER EYES DID EVER SEE YEA ONE WHOSE TENDER HEART WOULD RUE FOR MY DISTRESS YET I FOR I MUST PERISH NE'ERLESS AND WHICH MUCH MORE ARGUMENTS MAY CARE UNMOANED I MUST DIE AND NO MAN E'ER KNOW WHY THY LEAVE MY DYING SONG YET TAKE ERE GRIEF BEREAVE THE BREATH WHICH I ENJOY TOO LONG TELL THOU THAT FAIR ONE THIS MY SOUL PREFERS HER LOVE ABOVE MY LIFE AND THAT I DIED HERS AND LET HIM BE FOR EVERMORE TO HER REMEMBRANCE DEAR WHO LOVED THE VERY THOUGHT OF HER WHILST HE REMAINED HERE AND NOW FAREWELL THOU PLACE OF MY UNHAPPY BIRTH WHERE ONCE I BREATHED THE SWEETEST AIR ON EARTH SEND ME MY WONTED JOYS FORSAKE AND ALL MY TRUSTS DECEIVE OF ALL I TAKE MY LEAVE FAREWELL SWEET ROSE TO YOU YOU HILLS THAT HIGHEST DWELL AND ALL YOU HUMBLE VALES ADIEU YOU WANT IN BROOKS AND SOLITARY ROCKS MY DEAR COMPANIONS ALL
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