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The Shepherdes Confession. 207 w$t$h her owne hand, him she stroked, him she plaid w$t$hall. I cominge on a time to this cage & pittying to see y$t$ poore foule in captiuitie w$ch$ was free by the laws of kind vnpent the cage dore & out flue the bird. Ph: findinge her play fellow gone & y$t$ through my falte, O hils O downs into what arage was shee driuen. I was the man y$t$ invied her content, twas I y$t$ had bereaud her of her morninges thought, he$r$ repose at euen, her make [=mate] by day and he$r$ valiant gûid by night, so y$t$ transported w$t$h this tempestuos passion away she flinges from me & neu$r$ sine cold I regaine her fauo$r$. how often sine haue I sued for grace by crowninge those lam̄s w$t$h garlandes w$ch$ I knew to be her fauorites. how often haue I brought her a robbin redbreste & told h$r$ y$t$ although he be sulle [=sullen] & sollitary, yet is he a most kind & faithfull bird, how often haue I p$r$sented her y$e$ nighting gale w$th$ this commend'con y$t$ he vseth to sleepe w$th$ a pricke at his breste, and yet she scornes my guiftes & w$th$ despitfull thretninge makes answer to my passionat intreatinges y$t$ vnles I find her lady bird againe