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To thy shrifte (greate chaplen of the familie of loue) com̄s y$e$ passionat shephard of the westerne playnes to confes his faultes & to offer sacrifice for his offences. I haue loud, a foole y$t$ I was & haue obtained. fy blab $t$ I tell but trustinge to thy secresy let me open that thinge y$e$ w'tting wherof is the greateste contente in loue. when in the blominge of my youth & in the florishinge time of the yere I first tooke vpō me y$e$ charge of a shepherd, Phillis my fath$r$s neighbo$rs$ Daughter draue likewise her fath$rs$ flocke. at noone time as it often happens a monge vs shepherds I to a void the heate of the sonne vsed to w$t$hdraw my self to a foūtaine springinge in he$r$ sheepgate where beinge my custome to meete her as on[e] day vnder y$e$ couerlet of a rocke wh're gazing on y$e$ cristall streame, in the watry glas, she did see the shadowe of Bellin my ram̄e how he was moūted one the yeaw to p'forme the duty of marra$d$g. She asked me what the rāme did. I said he got on the yeaws backe to discrie if on the the (sic) hedge were any better food (& holy preist let me confesse my falte) I then spake as I thought but y$e$ wily Phillis p'cevying my simplicity turnes her head and smiles