The Love-sick shepherd, OR, The dying Lovers Reprieve. The shepherd for a nymph doth pine away, Who with unkindness doth his Love repay, Till hearing of his plaint, she doth at last, Afford him Comfort for his sorrows past. Tune of, Long dayes of Absence, &c. a woman and a man ALl in a myrtle Grove, where shepherds play, And pining Lovers languish with delay, I heard a Swain thus on a nymph complaining, Accusing her of hate and deep disdaining. O Cloris canst thou hear me sigh and mourn, And not one word of comfort yet return, Whilst I do suffer under thy displeasure, Pale Death may of my body make a seizure. To what sad fate was poor Amyntas born, Thus by fair Cloris to be held in scorn Far better had I been a birth untimely Than thus trappand out of my life so finely. When other shepherds to their Loves embrace Then I lye pining in this woeful case, No stony Rock can be more flinty hearted, Than thou hast been to me since last we partend. Both day and night in sorrow I remain, And yet can find no ease of all my pain. Whilst in my mind I hear thy face and feature, I often sigh, and say, hard hearted Creature. Afrighting dreams, and visions me pursue, When I suspect my Cloris is untrue, Or that some other shepherd may enjoy thee, The very thoughts thereof doth quiter destroy me The second Part to the same une. a woman and a skeletal figure with a scythe a person being pulled at by a skeletal figure a woman and a skeletal figure WHat have I done O tell me what's my crime, That I endure these torments at this time, It would a little ease me that am pained To know the reason why I am disdained. From thee my love did never yet depart Since Cupid first did wound my tender heart, I'd rather die a thousand deaths all over, Then to be counted an unconstant lover. Nor hate I ere been wanting for to please My Cloris or for to procure her ease, Yet for my love you see how I am Slighted, And for my kindness every way am Spited. Then Cloris Since for love of thee I die, And with forsaken Lovers all must lie, One fear from thy prevailing eye so tender unto my Soul some quietness may render. And know when to elysium I am gone. Thou never more wilt find so true a one Although with cruelty thou didst requi●e me I hope the God of Lov eat lngth will right me. When Cloris heard her Dearest thus complain, No longer She his presence could refrain. But with all speed She hasted to her Lover, And thus most kindly did her self discove●. O Stay amyntas do not hast so fast, Thy Cloris comes to comfort thee at last: I find it is my absence hath procured That pain and torment which thou hast endured. For which I could myself so much chastise, That Lovers may hereafter be more wise, And learn to know a Lover true and constant, From fickle ones who waver every instant, Each time that I have heard thy woeful moan, My heart tormented was for thee alone, Yet for to try thy love I was contented To suffer thee, although I now repent it. I must confess I thought myself to blame When thou( with tears) so oft did Cloris name, Thy love and constancy so much did move me, That I could do no less then truly love thee. Then dear amyntas pardon what is past And I will make amends for all at last, Thou canst desire noe more but my submission Then prithee Love accept of this condition These words did poor amyntas so revive That to forget all Sorrow he did strive, Into h●s pale wan face it put fresh colour, And made him not remember his past dolour. Then they with ioy did mutually embrace, And gl●d they were to view each others face, Resolving never more their hearts to sever, But live in love and unity for ever. Thus have you heard amyntas sore to grieve And how a● length from death he had reprieve, Let lovers all that are within this nation, Mark well the same, and give their approbation. Printed for Richard Burton at the Horshoo in West-Smithfield.