POEM: A DIALOGUE BETWEEN TWO SHEPHERDS

    Uttered in a Pastoral S ilton.

    ILL.  Dick, since  dance, come, let a c  grudge at all whers do rejoice.

    DICK.  A, I count it feeble glee, it made dim ears anot to see.  lambkins love to play, to play olen or gone astray? If true, as true in men tless song forsoot  to cry.

    ILL.  A time ten says, s tucked very  football plays  mind to  some smoky room: No tsome sighy darkness overcome.

    DICK.   joy to bleared eyes; t comfort in ts you like, my mind  tries.

    ILL.  ?  Is t; t or tar-box lost; or t-rent?

    DICK.  I   t oo well.

    ILL.  t my ears do itc it:  good Dick tell.

    DICK.  o sigress I do serve, ill I starve;  I freeze apparelled most, And looks so near unto my cure, t I must needs be lost.

    ILL.  ?  t to her?

    DICK.  Bound as I neito stir.

    ILL.  hee?

    DICK.  Love, my lord.

    ILL.   nesses to?

    DICK.  Faith in her, which no proof can undo.

    ILL.   seal?

    DICK.  My  deep graven.

    ILL.  ?

    DICK.  onder t, by ttring stars be past.

    ILL.   keepethy band?

    DICK.  Remembrance is t Lockd fast  s.

    ILL.  te of :  w wages mayshou have?

    DICK.  o crave.

    ILL.  If ,  she gives?

    DICK.  tears drink, sorro,  in me my death lives.

    ILL.   living get you then?

    DICK.  Disdain; but just disdain; So o plain, but no cause to complain.

    ILL.   care takes shee?

    DICK.  o prevent My freedom, ue, my content.

    ILL.  God sro Dick, my counsel mark:  run from t from far dothe smaller blow.

    DICK.  Good ill, I cannot take t foxes leave to steal, therefore.

    ILL.  t us go   folks annoy: For notedious be t in time of joy.

    DICK.  Oe: But  needs go; suce.