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An Eclogue or Pastoral Between Endymion Porter And Lycidas Herrick, Set And Sung

by Robert Herrick, 1648

End. Ah! Lycidas, come tell me why
    Thy whilom merry oat
  By thee doth so neglected lie,
    And never purls a note?

  I prithee speak. Lyc. I will. End. Say on.
Lyc. ’Tis thou, and only thou,
  That art the cause, Endymion.
End. For love’s sake, tell me how.

Lyc. In this regard: that thou do’st play
    Upon another plain,
  And for a rural roundelay
    Strik’st now a courtly strain.

  Thou leav’st our hills, our dales, our bowers,
    Our finer fleeced sheep,
  Unkind to us, to spend thine hours
    Where shepherds should not keep.

  I mean the court: Let Latmos be
    My lov’d Endymion’s court.
End. But I the courtly state would see.
Lyc. Then see it in report.

  What has the court to do with swains,
    Where Phyllis is not known?
  Nor does it mind the rustic strains
    Of us, or Corydon.

  Break, if thou lov’st us, this delay.
End. Dear Lycidas, e’re long
  I vow, by Pan, to come away
    And pipe unto thy song.

  Then Jessamine, with Florabell,
    And dainty Amaryllis,
  With handsome-handed Drosomell
    Shall prank thy hook with lilies.

Lyc. Then Tityrus, and Corydon,
    And Thyrsis, they shall follow
  With all the rest; while thou alone
    Shalt lead like young Apollo.

  And till thou com’st, thy Lycidas,
    In every genial cup,
  Shall write in spice: Endymion ’twas
    That kept his piping up.

And, my most lucky swain, when I shall live to see
Endymion’s moon to fill up full, remember me:
Meantime, let Lycidas have leave to pipe to thee.

Published in Hesperides

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