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 If it be so that thou hast sworn That none shall look on thee, Yet let me know thou dost not scorn To cast a look on me. But if thy beauty make thee proud, Think then what is ordain'd; The heavens have never yet allow'd That love should be disdain'd. Then lest the fates that favour love Should curse thee for unkind, Let me report for thy behoof, The honour of thy mind; Let Corydon with full consent Set down what he hath seen, That Phyllida with Love's content Is sworn the shepherds' queen.

we go dance the hay? The hay? Never pipe could ever play Better shepherd's roundelay.

Shall we go sing the song? Never Love did ever wrong. Fair maids, hold hands all along.

Shall we go learn to woo? Never thought came ever to[o] (?) Better deed could better do.

Shall we go learn to kiss? Never heart could ever miss Comfort where true meaning is.