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PASTORALS.
Or blasting winds o'er blossom'd hedge-rows pass,
To kill the promis'd fruits, and scorch the grass,
Or when the moon, by wizard charm'd, foreshows,
Blood-stain'd in foul eclipse, impending woes. 56
Untimely born, ill lack betides thee still.
To kill the promis'd fruits, and scorch the grass,
Or when the moon, by wizard charm'd, foreshows,
Blood-stain'd in foul eclipse, impending woes. 56
Untimely born, ill lack betides thee still.
COLINET.
And can there, Thenot, be a greater Ill?
And can there, Thenot, be a greater Ill?
THENOT.
Nor fox, nor wolf, nor rot among our sheep:
From these good shepherd's care his flock may keep: 60
Against ill luck, alas! all forecast fails;
Nor toil by day, nor watch by night, avails.
Nor fox, nor wolf, nor rot among our sheep:
From these good shepherd's care his flock may keep: 60
Against ill luck, alas! all forecast fails;
Nor toil by day, nor watch by night, avails.
COLINET.
Ah me, the while! ah me, the luckless day!
Ah luckless lad! befits me more to say. 64
Unhappy hour! when fresh in youthful bud,
I lest, Sabrina fair, thy silvery flood.
Ah, silly I! more silly than my sheep,
Which, on thy flowery banks, I wont so keep. 68
Sweet are thy banks! Oh, when shall I, once more,
With ravish'd eyes review thine amell'd shore?
When, in the crystal of thy water, scan
Each feature faded, and my colour wan? 72
Ah me, the while! ah me, the luckless day!
Ah luckless lad! befits me more to say. 64
Unhappy hour! when fresh in youthful bud,
I lest, Sabrina fair, thy silvery flood.
Ah, silly I! more silly than my sheep,
Which, on thy flowery banks, I wont so keep. 68
Sweet are thy banks! Oh, when shall I, once more,
With ravish'd eyes review thine amell'd shore?
When, in the crystal of thy water, scan
Each feature faded, and my colour wan? 72
When
