A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, And as goods lost are seld or never found, So beauty blemish'd once, for ever's lost, Long was the com did fight, To leave the maknight: To put in practi Unto the silly But one must be That nothing co For of the two Which by a g ound no deal,* Dieful knell : to have play' cins afraid; see my doleful plight. d. quish'd men in bloody cures (i. e. manages matters) e whole passage is probably wrote none of this wretched edition printed it as given in ks all sleeping, nphs back peeping Fearfully. !l our pleasure known to us poor swains, All our merry meetings on the plains, All our evening sport from us is fled, All our love is lost, for love is dead. Thy like ne'er was For a sweet content, the cause of all my moan: Poor Coridon Must live alone, Other help for him I see that there is none. XVI. Whenas thine eye hath chose the dame, And stall'd the deer that thou should'st strike, Let reason rule things worthy blame, As well as partial fancy 10 like: 11 Take counsel of some wiser head, And when thou com'st thy tale to tell, 8 lass] The reading in Weelkes's Madrigals: old copy, "love." 9 moan] The reading in England's Helicon: old copy, "woe." 10 fancy] i e. love. In black mourn I, Love hath forlorn me, Living in thrall: Heart is bleeding, All help needing, Fraughted with gall. My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal, Procures to weep, In howling-wise, to see my doleful plight How sighs resound Through heartless ground, Like a thousand vanquish❜d men in bloo fight! Clear wells spring not, Sweet birds sing not, Green plants bring not Forth; they die : Herds stand weeping, 6 no deal] i. e. in no degree. With sighs so deep, Procures, &c.] "The dog procures (i. e. manages ma so as to weep." STEEVENS. The whole passage is pro corrupt. Shakespeare certainly wrote none of this wret piece. Malone in his last edition printed it as give Weelkes's Madrigals. |