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THE SHEPHERDS DREAM.
That at their gamboles laughed, like the braying of an asse.At once the shepherds bagpipe (for they also used it.)Was husht, and round about him they, as if in councell, sit.Upon whose face the breechlesse Larr did set his buttocks bare,Bespeaking thus his beau-compeers, like Caiphas in his chaire.Poore Robin Good-fellow, sweet elfs, much thanks you for this glee,Since last I came into this land, a raritie to see:When nunnes, monks, friers, and votaries, were here of every sort,We were accustomed, ye wot, to this and merrier sport.Wo worth (may our great Pan, and we his puples say) that frier,That by revealing Christ obscur'd to Christ did soules retire.For since great Pans great vicar on the earth was disobaidIn England, I, beyond the seas, a mal-content have staid.
