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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=468636" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Corydon's Supplication To Phyllis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet Phyllis, if a silly swain<br>May sue to thee for grace,<br>See not thy loving shepherd slain<br>With looking on thy face;<br>But think what power thou hast got<br>Upon my flock and me;<br>Thou seest they now regard me not,<br>But all do follow thee.<br>And if I have so far presumed,<br>With prying in thine eyes,<br>Yet let not comfort be consumed<br>That in thy pity lies;<br>But as thou art that Phyllis fair,<br>That fortune favour gives,<br>So let not love die in despair<br>That in thy favour lives.<br>The deer do browse upon the briar,<br>The birds do pick the cherries;<br>And will not Beauty grant Desire<br>One handful of her berries?<br>If it be so that thou hast sworn<br>That none shall look on thee,<br>Yet let me know thou dost not scorn<br>To cast a look on me.<br>But if thy beauty make thee proud,<br>Think then what is ordain'd;<br>The heavens have never yet allow'd<br>That love should be disdain'd.<br>Then lest the fates that favour love<br>Should curse thee for unkind,<br>Let me report for thy behoof,<br>The honour of thy mind;<br>Let Corydon with full consent<br>Set down what he hath seen,<br>That Phyllida with Love's content<br>Is sworn the shepherds' queen.</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=468636" data-title="Corydon's Supplication To Phyllis de Nicholas Breton" data-description="Sweet Phyllis, if a silly swain May sue to thee for grace, See not thy loving shepherd slain With looking on thy face; But think what power thou hast got Upon my flock and me; Thou seest they now regard me not, But all do follow thee. And if I hav..."></div> </div> </div>
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