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COMUS
Spirit
O my lov’d masters heir, and his next joy,
I came not here on such a trivial toy
As a stray’d Ewe, or to pursue the stealth
Of pilfering Woolf; not all the fleecy wealth
That doth enrich these Downs, is worth a thought
To this my errand, and the care it brought.
But O! my Virgin Lady, where is she?
How chance she is not in your company?
I came not here on such a trivial toy
As a stray’d Ewe, or to pursue the stealth
Of pilfering Woolf; not all the fleecy wealth
That doth enrich these Downs, is worth a thought
To this my errand, and the care it brought.
But O! my Virgin Lady, where is she?
How chance she is not in your company?
Elder Brother
To tell thee sadly, Shepherd, without blame
Or our neglect, we lost her as we came.
Or our neglect, we lost her as we came.
Spirit
Ay me unhappy! then my fears are true.
Elder Brother
What fears, good Thyrsis? Prethee briefly shew.
Spirit
Ile tell ye. ’Tis not vain or fabulous,
(Though so esteem’d by shallow ignorance,)
What the sage Poets, taught by th’ heav’nly Muse,
(Though so esteem’d by shallow ignorance,)
What the sage Poets, taught by th’ heav’nly Muse,
