Three Pastoral Elegies; of Anander, Anetor, and Muridella -
AS HEPHEARDS youth dwelt on the plaines,
That passt the common sort of Swaines,
By how much had himselfe before
Beene nursed up in Colins lore;
Who, while his flocke, ybent to stray,
Glad of the Sunne-shine of the day,
Wandered the field, and were abroade dispers'd,
He tooke his Pipe and sate him downe and vers'd.
That passt the common sort of Swaines,
By how much had himselfe before
Beene nursed up in Colins lore;
Who, while his flocke, ybent to stray,
Glad of the Sunne-shine of the day,
Wandered the field, and were abroade dispers'd,
He tooke his Pipe and sate him downe and vers'd.
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