ANONYMOUS
Phyl. Cynthia Endymion had refused, Preferring, preferring,
My Cory don to play withal. Cor. The Queen of Love had been excused Bequeathing, bequeathing,
My Phyllida the golden ball. P/iyL Yonder comes my mother, Corydon'
Whither shall I fly? Cor. Under yonder beech, my lovely one,
While she passeth by.
Phyl. Say to her thy true love was not here; Remember, remember,
To-morrow is another day. Cor. Doubt me not, my true love, do not fear; Farewell then, farewell then' Heaven keep our loves alway'
66 A Pedlar
John Dowland's Second Book of
FINE knacks for ladies' cheap, choice, brave, and new, Good pennyworths but money cannot move. I keep a fair but for the Fair to view
A beggar may be liberal of love. Though all my wares be trash, the heart is true,
The heart is true.
Great gifts are guiles and look for gifts again, My trifles come as treasures from my mind: It is a precious jewel to be plain;
Sometimes in shell the orient'st pearls we find Of others take a sheaf, of me a grain'
Of me a grain'
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