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I must, for evermore, be gone; And therefore bid I you, And every one, Adieu! I FOR EVERMORE BE GONE AND THEREFORE BID I YOU AND EVERY ONE ADIEU
eetest 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! 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! You discontents, whose deep and over-deadly smart Have, without pity, broke the truest heart. Sighs, tears, and every sad annoy, That erst did with me dwell, And all other joys, Farewell! Adieu! Fair shepherdesses! Let garlands of sad yew Adorn your dainty golden tresses. I, that loved you, and often with my quill, Made music that delighted fountain, grove, and hill; I, whom you loved so, and with a sweet and chaste embrace. Yea, with a thousand rather favours, would vouchsafe to grace, I now must leave you all alone, of love to plain; And never pipe, nor never sing again! CE 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 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 YOU DISCONTENTS WHOSE DEEP AND OVERLY DEADLY SMART HAVE WITHOUT PITY BROKE THE TRUEST HEARTS SIGHS TEARS AND EVERY SAD ANNOY THAT ERST DID WITH ME DWELL AND OTHER JOYS FAREWELL ADIEU FAIR SHEPHERDESS LIKE GARLANDS OF SAD YEW ADORN YOUR DAINTY GOLDEN DRESSES I THAT LOVED YOU AND OFTEN WITH MY QUILL MADE MUSIC THE DELIGHTED FOUNTAIN GROVE AND HILL I WHOM LOVED YOU SO AND WITH A SWEET AND CHASTE EMBRACE YEA WITH A THOUSAND RATHER FAVOURS WOULD VOUCHSAFE TO GRACE I MUST NOW LEAVE YOU ALL ALONE OF LOVE TO PLANE AND NEVER PIPE NOR NEVER SING AGAIN
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