Sweete Phillis , if a silly Swaine,
may sue to thee for grace:
See not thy louing Sheepheard slaine,
with looking on thy face.
But thinke what power thou hast got
vpon my Flock and mee:
Thou seest they now regard me not
but all doo follow thee.
And if I haue so farre presum'd,
with prying in thine eyes:
Yet let not comfort be consum'd
that in thy pitty lyes.
But as thou art that Phillis faire,
that Fortune fauour giues:
So let not Loue dye in despaire.
that in thy fauour liues.
The Deere doo brouse vpon the bryer,
the birds doo pick the cherries:
And will not Beauty graunt Desire,
one handfull of her berries?
If it be so that thou hast sworne,
that none shall looke on thee:
Yet let me know thou dost not scorne
to cast a look on mee.
But if thy beauty make thee proude,
thinke then what is ordain'd:
The heauens haue neuer yet alow'd,
that Loue should be disdain'd,
Then least the Fates that fauour loue
should curse thee for vnkind:
Let me report for thy behooue,
the honour of thy mind
Let Coridon with full consent,
set downe what he hath seene:
That Phillida with Loues content,
is sworne the Sheepheards Queene.