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But when she to that place arriv’d
She found the shore from him depriv'd, And her dear Palmus, now at sea,
Had bad farewell to Shackley-hay.
She then with bitter sighs complain’d,
Her grief did so abound,
Whom she so loving found;
For he was gone by her disdain, Leaving that place to her alone,
Who now laments that he is gone.
O wretched Sheldra! then quoth she,
Confess what fond disdain
Could this long suffering pain,
Serv'd to thy love's strange hateful lot, And thus to lie, and for him to cry
Whom thou so fondly didst deny.
Who once did truly love, I see,
Shall never after hate,
In my forsaken state,
Alas, I meant my scorn to prove,
By only trial of his love, Now hapless me, now I do see,
He hath forsaken woeful me.
Thus all this while in roughest seas,
Poor Palmus' boat was tost,
Because he Sheldra lost:
He rent his boat, and tore his hairs,
Could be no more drown'd than he was.
E'en as his grief had swallow'd him,
So strove the greedy waves
Each lofty billow raves ;
That what they may they still devour,
The boat felt more the rage than he.
Thus wreckt and scatter'd was their state,
While he in quiet swam,
By soft degrees went down
Whom when the Nymphs beheld, the girls
Soon laid aside their sorting pearls,
Unlook'd for now come to their feast.
His case they pitied, but when they
Beheld his face right fain,
They pull'd him back again;
For what is fair is soon belov’d,
That left his love at Shackley-hay.
Then Sheldra fair to Shackley went,
To end her woeful days,
Into the floating seas,
And Palmus in the sea doth lie,
And bad farewell to Shackley-hay.
« A PROPER NEW SONG MADE BY A
STUDENT IN CAMBRIDGE.”
From the “ Handefull of Pleasant Delites, 1584."
To the tune of,- I wish to see those happy days.
who was once a happy wight,
And high in fortune's grace :
Am now enforst of late
Contrariwise to mourn, Since Fortune joys into annoys
My former state to turn.
The toiling ox, the horse, the ass,
Have time to take their rest,
Save only I and such
Who vexed are with pain ; For still in tears my life it wears,
And so I must remain.
How oft have I in folded arms
Enjoyed my delight,
But now to fortune's will
I caused am to bow, And for to reap a hugie heap,
Which youthfull years did sow.
which do as yet
did never bind :
and other more;
Subdued by Cupid's lore.
Take heed of gazing over much
On damsels fair unknown ;
And under fairest flowers
Do noisome adders lurk, Of whom take heed, I thee areed,
Least that thy cares they work.