A Collection of Poems/Sonnets to Sundry Notes of Musicke/'Cleare wells spring not, sweete birds sing not'
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CLeare wells spring not, sweete birds sing not,
Green plants bring not forth their die,
Herds stands weeping, flocks all sleeping,
Nymphes black peeping fearfully.
All our pleasure knowne to us poor swains,
All our merry meetings on the plains,
All our evening sport from us is fled,
All our love is lost, for love is dead:
Farewel sweet love thy like nere was,
For a sweet content the cause of all my woe,
Poor Coridon must live alone,
Other helpe for him I see that there is none.
Green plants bring not forth their die,
Herds stands weeping, flocks all sleeping,
Nymphes black peeping fearfully.
All our pleasure knowne to us poor swains,
All our merry meetings on the plains,
All our evening sport from us is fled,
All our love is lost, for love is dead:
Farewel sweet love thy like nere was,
For a sweet content the cause of all my woe,
Poor Coridon must live alone,
Other helpe for him I see that there is none.