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...counter was Raleigh's to Marlowe: the relentless intrusion of time on that endless neo-pastoral May: But Time drives flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold. Had joys no date, nor age no need, the pastoral appeal would convince. What is then interesting is...

...Shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move, To live with thee, and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When Rivers rage, and Rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come. But could youth last, and love still breed, Had joys no date,...

...in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love. But Time drives flocks from field to fold; When rivers...rage and rocks grow cold; And Philomel becometh dumb; The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning...

...line) is only the more forceful when we remind ourselves that these lines are preceded by the lines, "The flowers do fade, and wanton fields / To wayward winter reckoning yields." The unpredictability and indiscriminacy of unlimited fertility turn into the unpredictability and indiscriminacy...

...in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasure might me move To live with thee and be thy love. But Time drives flocks from field to fold, When rivers...rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb; The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning...

...shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb; The rest complain of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning...

...Sheepheards tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move, To live with thee, and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold. When Rivers rage, and Rocks grow cold, And PhiIomeII becommeth dombe, The rest complaines of cares to come. The flowers doe fade, & wanton fieldes,...

...shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move, To live with thee, and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb; The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields, To wayward winter reckoning...

...description is not merely possible but inevitable in the temporal world of events: "Time drives the flocks from field to fold, / When Rivers rage, and Rocks grow cold" (5-6). Ralegh's "anti-lyric" follows Marlowe's form throughout, even in his final stanza's recognition...