Classic Poem

Song

D APHNÈ

Shephard loveth thow me vell?

A MINTAS

So vel that I cannot tell.

D APHNÈ

Like to vhat, good shephard, say?

A MINTAS

Like to thee, faire cruell May.

D APHNÈ

Ah! how strange thy vords I find!
But yet satisfie my mind;
Shephard vithout flatterie,
Beares thow any love to me,
Like to vhat, good shephard, say?

A MINTAS

Like to thee, faire cruell May.

D APHNÈ

Better answer had it beene
To say, I love thee as mine eyne.

A MINTAS

Voe is me, I love them not,
For be them love entress got
At the time they did behold
Thy sveet face and haire of gold.

D APHNÈ

Like to vhat, good shephard, say?

A MINTAS

Like to thee, faire cruelle May.

D APHNÈ

But, deare shephard, speake more plaine,
And I sal not aske againe;
For to end this gentle strife,
Doth thow love me as thy life?

A MINTAS

No, for it doth eb and flow
Vith contrare tides of grief and voe;
And now I through loves strange force
A man am not, but a dead corse.

D APHNÈ

Like to vhat, good shephard, say?

A MINTAS

Like to thee, faire cruell May.

D APHNÈ

This " like to thee" O leave, I pray,
And as my selfe, good shephard, say.

A MINTAS

Alas! I do not love my selff,
For I me split on beuties shelf.

D APHNÈ

Like to vhat, good shephard, say?

A MINTAS

Like to thee, faire cruell May.