On a Sheepherd That Died for Love
1.
Cloris, now thou art fled away,
Aminta’s Sheep are gone astray,
And all the joyes he took to see
His pretty Lambs run after thee.
Shee’s gone, shee’s gone, and he alway,
Sings nothing now but welladay.
2.
His Oaten pipe that in thy praise,
Was wont to play such roundelayes,
Is thrown away, and not a Swaine
Dares pipe or sing within this Plaine.
’Tis death for any now to say
One word to him, but welladay.
3.
The May-pole where thy little feet
So roundly did in measure meet,
Is broken down, and no content
Came near Amintas since you went.
All that ere I heard him say,
Was Cloris, Cloris, welladay.
4.
Upon those banks you us’d to tread,
He ever since hath laid his head,
And whisper’d there such pining wo,
That not one blade of grasse will grow.
Oh Cloris, Cloris, come away,
And hear Aminta’s welladay.
5.
The embroyder’d scrip he us’d to weare
Neglected hangs, so does his haire.
His Crook is broke, Dog pining lyes,
And he himself nought doth but cryes,
Oh Cloris, Cloris, come away,
And hear, &c.
6.
His gray coat, and his slops of green,
When worn by him, were comely seen,
His tar-box too is thrown away,
There’s no delight neer him must stay,
But cries, oh Cloris come away,
Aminta’s dying, welladay.