A Dialogue between a Hunting Swayn and a Shepardes weeping the Loss of Pan Hunt:
Fair Shepardes why dost thou weep
Since ther's an end of winters could
The Season now invites thy sheep
To blanch the Mountaines, quit their Fould Shep:
O tis too sad for to be tould. Hunt:
Make me acquainted with the cause
Of this distemper, and I'le Vowe
To tear out of the fell wolfs jawes
What s'ever Lamb h'hath tain from you Shep:
This might proov Jest, wer't not too true. Hunt:
Yet cause thy greef speaks thus in tears
Torture me not with long delay
But tel, soe rid me of those Fears
O're all affections now bear sway Shep:
Why then in short, thus I obey
Ther was a time when our Great Pan
And Flocks Protector kept these plains
Making them like th'Arcadian
Wher all Securety stil reignes Hunt:
Let me partake of what remaines. Shep:
You shall: ther stept out of a wood
(As they were Mad) of Giants race
Who envying our Kidds that good
Chas't all protection from this place Hunt:
That was a sad and dismall case. Shep:
Thus ever since we open lie
To what blast the intemperat wind
Can threaten towards our misery
Afflicting us in Corps and mind Hunt:
How could the Fates prove soe unkind? Shep:
Only for this, as I suppose
Our offrings did displeas the Gods
Who in their anger did impose
For our Correction these rods Hunt:
'Twas soe 'twas soe without all ods
Then for to dry thy Tear-drownd-eyes
I shall advise for time to come
We offer better Sacrefize
To bring our Pan back to us home Shep:
That should pleas all, but will not some
Wherefore I'le crave thy hunting art
To tuft the thicks and find those out
Who thus have causd my Lambs to smart
That they may safer feed about Hunt:
These are but foxes without doubt
But were they wolv's though clad like sheep
Lions in Lamb-skins to beguile
I'le not dispair, nor think of sleep
Til I this difference reconcile
Provide the Heyns subscribe the while. Shep:
Thanks noble Swain my greefs Alay
That buried hast in hopes my sorrow
All happines attend thy way
And cause us t'meet again tomorrow
The rest let expectation borrow.
Fair Shepardes why dost thou weep
Since ther's an end of winters could
The Season now invites thy sheep
To blanch the Mountaines, quit their Fould Shep:
O tis too sad for to be tould. Hunt:
Make me acquainted with the cause
Of this distemper, and I'le Vowe
To tear out of the fell wolfs jawes
What s'ever Lamb h'hath tain from you Shep:
This might proov Jest, wer't not too true. Hunt:
Yet cause thy greef speaks thus in tears
Torture me not with long delay
But tel, soe rid me of those Fears
O're all affections now bear sway Shep:
Why then in short, thus I obey
Ther was a time when our Great Pan
And Flocks Protector kept these plains
Making them like th'Arcadian
Wher all Securety stil reignes Hunt:
Let me partake of what remaines. Shep:
You shall: ther stept out of a wood
(As they were Mad) of Giants race
Who envying our Kidds that good
Chas't all protection from this place Hunt:
That was a sad and dismall case. Shep:
Thus ever since we open lie
To what blast the intemperat wind
Can threaten towards our misery
Afflicting us in Corps and mind Hunt:
How could the Fates prove soe unkind? Shep:
Only for this, as I suppose
Our offrings did displeas the Gods
Who in their anger did impose
For our Correction these rods Hunt:
'Twas soe 'twas soe without all ods
Then for to dry thy Tear-drownd-eyes
I shall advise for time to come
We offer better Sacrefize
To bring our Pan back to us home Shep:
That should pleas all, but will not some
Wherefore I'le crave thy hunting art
To tuft the thicks and find those out
Who thus have causd my Lambs to smart
That they may safer feed about Hunt:
These are but foxes without doubt
But were they wolv's though clad like sheep
Lions in Lamb-skins to beguile
I'le not dispair, nor think of sleep
Til I this difference reconcile
Provide the Heyns subscribe the while. Shep:
Thanks noble Swain my greefs Alay
That buried hast in hopes my sorrow
All happines attend thy way
And cause us t'meet again tomorrow
The rest let expectation borrow.
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