"Ah!fhepheards, (then faid Colin) ye ne weet How great a guilt upon your heads ye ye draw, To make fo bold a doome, with words unmeet, Of thing celeftiall which ye never faw. 930 For the is not like as the other crew. Of fhepheards daughters which emongst you bee, But of divine regard and heavenly hew, Not then to her that fcorned thing fo bafe, 935 And praise her worth, though far my wit above. That hers I die, nought to the world denying, 950 Ver. 941. paravant,] Publickly. The French paravant, however, is not, I believe, ufed in this fenfe. But fee alfo F. Q. vi. x. 15. TODD. So, having ended, he from ground did rife; And after him uprofe eke all the rest: All loth to part, but that the glooming skies Warnd them to draw their bleating flocks to rest. 935 ASTROPHEL. A PASTORALL ELEGIE 'UPON THE DEATH OF THE MOST NOBLE AND VALOROUS KNIGHT, SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. DEDICATED TO THE MOST BEAUTIFULL AND VERTUOUS LADIE, THE COUNTESS OF ESSEX. ASTROPHEL. Shepheards, that wont, on pipes of oaten reed, Oft times to plaine your loves concealed fmart; And with your piteous layes have learnd to breed Compaffion in a countrey laffes hart: Hearken, ye gentle shepheards, to my fong, To you alone I fing this mournfull verfe, Yet as they been, if any nycer wit Shall hap to heare, or covet them to read: A GENTLE Shepheard borne in Arcady, 5 |