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THENOT.
There's Lightfoot, he shall tend them close; and I,
'Twixt whiles, a-cross the Plain will glance mine Eye.
There's Lightfoot, he shall tend them close; and I,
'Twixt whiles, a-cross the Plain will glance mine Eye.
COLINET.
Where to begin I know not; where to end:
Scarce does one smiling Hour on my Youth attend.
Tho' few my Days, as my own Follies show,
Yet are those Days all clouded o'er with Woe:
No gleam of Happy Sun-shine does appear,
My low'ring Sky, and Wintery Days, to chear.
My piteous Plight, in yonder Naked Tree,
That bears the Thunder Scar, too well I see:
Quite destitute it stands of Shelter kind,
The Mark of Storms and Sport of ev'ry Wind:
Its riven Trunk feels not th' Approach of Spring,
Nor any Birds among the Branches sing.
No more beneath thy Shade shall Shepherds throng
With Merry Tale, or Pipe, or pleasing Song.
Unhappy Tree! and more unhappy I!
From thee, from me, alike the Shepherds fly.
Where to begin I know not; where to end:
Scarce does one smiling Hour on my Youth attend.
Tho' few my Days, as my own Follies show,
Yet are those Days all clouded o'er with Woe:
No gleam of Happy Sun-shine does appear,
My low'ring Sky, and Wintery Days, to chear.
My piteous Plight, in yonder Naked Tree,
That bears the Thunder Scar, too well I see:
Quite destitute it stands of Shelter kind,
The Mark of Storms and Sport of ev'ry Wind:
Its riven Trunk feels not th' Approach of Spring,
Nor any Birds among the Branches sing.
No more beneath thy Shade shall Shepherds throng
With Merry Tale, or Pipe, or pleasing Song.
Unhappy Tree! and more unhappy I!
From thee, from me, alike the Shepherds fly.
THENOT.
Sure thou in some ill-chosen Hour was't born,
When blighting Mil-dews spoil the rising Corn;
Or when the Moon, by Witchcraft charm'd, foreshows
Thro' sad Eclipse a various Train of Woes.
Untimely born, ill Luck betides thee still.
Sure thou in some ill-chosen Hour was't born,
When blighting Mil-dews spoil the rising Corn;
Or when the Moon, by Witchcraft charm'd, foreshows
Thro' sad Eclipse a various Train of Woes.
Untimely born, ill Luck betides thee still.
COLINET.
And can there, Thenot, be a greater Ill?
And can there, Thenot, be a greater Ill?
THENOT.
Nor Wolf, nor Fox, nor Rot amongst our Sheep;
From these the Shepherd's Care his Flock may keep:
Against ill Luck all cunning Foresight fails;
Whether we sleep or wake, it naught avails.
Nor Wolf, nor Fox, nor Rot amongst our Sheep;
From these the Shepherd's Care his Flock may keep:
Against ill Luck all cunning Foresight fails;
Whether we sleep or wake, it naught avails.
COLINET.
Ah me the while! Ah me the luckless Day!
Ah luckless Lad! the rather might I say.
Unhappy Hour! when first, in Youthful Bud,
I left the fair Sabrina's Silver Flood:
Ah me the while! Ah me the luckless Day!
Ah luckless Lad! the rather might I say.
Unhappy Hour! when first, in Youthful Bud,
I left the fair Sabrina's Silver Flood:
Ah
