<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=468624" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Pastoral</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On a hill there grows a flower,<br>Fair befall the dainty sweet!<br>By that flower there is a bower<br>Where the heavenly Muses meet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the bower there is a chair,<br>Fringed all about with gold,<br>Where doth sit the fairest fair<br>That did ever eye behold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is Phyllis fair and bright,<br>She that is the shepherds' joy;<br>She that Venus did despite,<br>And did blind her little boy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is she, the wise, the rich,<br>That the world desires to see;<br>This is ipsa quae the which<br>There is none but only she.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who would not this face admire?<br>Who would not this saint adore?<br>Who would not this sight desire,<br>Though he thought to see no more?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O fair eyes! yet let me see<br>One good look, and I am gone;<br>Look on me, for I am he,<br>Thy poor silly Corydon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou that art the shepherds' queen,<br>Look upon thy silly swain;<br>By thy comfort have been seen<br>Dead men brought to life again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Make him live that, dying long,<br>Never durst for comfort seek:<br>Thou shalt hear so sweet a song<br>Never shepherd sung the like.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nicholas+Breton">Nicholas Breton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=468624" data-title="A Pastoral de Nicholas Breton" data-description="On a hill there grows a flower, Fair befall the dainty sweet! By that flower there is a bower Where the heavenly Muses meet. In the bower there is a chair, Fringed all about with gold, Where doth sit the fairest fair That did ever eye behold. It..."></div> </div> </div>

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