Classic Poem

Choridon vnhappie swaine,
Whether doste thou driue thy flocke?
Litle foode is on the plaine,
Full of daunger is the rocke;
Wolfes and beares do kepe the woode
Forrestes full of furres and brakes
Meadowes subiect to the fludds
Moores are full of myry lakes;
Then if in nor wood nor hill
Pasture nor yet meadow ground
To content a shepperde wyll,
Can a feeding place be founde
What alas is to be sayde
Suche a sellie flocke to cherrish?
But the shepperde is dismayde
To behold his cattle perishe;
Yett my flocke before yow dye
I'ell my dainty shepperdesse
In what case the man doth lye
That she lefte so comfortles?
And that in her only face
Doth remaine that heavnly foode
Which is all our hope of grace
To dispatche or doe vs good:
Wher, if you do find preserud
All your gearing fresh and grene;
Say that Phillis hath deservd
To be cald the shepperdes queene
So adewe my sillie flocke
This is all in charge I leaue yow,
Kepe the path, and shune the rock
Lest the Country do receiue yow.