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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519493" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>You Gote-heard Gods</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strephon. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You Gote-heard Gods, that loue the grassie mountaines, <br>You Nimphes that haunt the springs in pleasant vallies, <br>You Satyrs ioyde with free and quiet forests, <br>Vouchsafe your silent eares to playning musique, <br>Which to my woes giues still an early morning; <br>And drawes the dolor on till wery euening. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Klaius. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Mercurie, foregoer to the euening, <br>O heauenlie huntresse of the sauage mountaines, <br>O louelie starre, entitled of the morning, <br>While that my voice doth fill these wofull vallies, <br>Vouchsafe your silent eares to plaining musique, <br>Which oft hath Echo tir'd in secrete forrests. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strephon. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I that was once free-burges of the forrests, <br>Where shade from Sunne, and sports I sought at euening, <br>I that was once esteem'd for pleasant musique, <br>Am banisht now among the monstrous mountaines <br>Of huge despaire, and foule afflictions vallies, <br>Am growne a shrich-owle to my selfe each morning. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Klaius. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I that was once delighted euery morning, <br>Hunting the wilde inhabiters of forrests, <br>I that was once the musique of these vallies, <br>So darkened am, that all my day is euening, <br>Hart-broken so, that molehilles seeme high mountaines, <br>And fill the vales with cries in steed of musique. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strephon. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long since alas, my deadly Swannish musique <br>Hath made it selfe a crier of the morning, <br>And hath with wailing strength clim'd highest mountaines: <br>Long since my thoughts more desert be then forrests: <br>Long since I see my ioyes come to their euening, <br>And state throwen downe to ouer-troden vallies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Klaius. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long since the happie dwellers of these vallies, <br>Haue praide me leaue my strange exclaiming musique, <br>Which troubles their dayes worke, and ioyes of euening: <br>Long since I hate the night, more hate the morning: <br>Long since my thoughts chase me like beasts in forrests, <br>And make me wish my selfe layd vnder mountaines. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strephon. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Me seemes I see the high and stately mountaines, <br>Transforme themselues to lowe deiected vallies: <br>Me seemes I heare in these ill changed forrests, <br>The Nightingales doo learne of Owles their musique: <br>Me seemes I feele the comfort of the morning <br>Turnde to the mortall serene of an euening. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Klaius. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Me seemes I see a filthie clowdie euening, <br>As soon as Sunne begins to clime the mountaines: <br>Me seemes I feele a noysome sent, the morning <br>When I doo smell the flowers of these vallies: <br>Me seemes I heare, when I doo heare sweete musique, <br>The dreadfull cries of murdred men in forrests. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strephon. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish to fire the trees of all these forrests; <br>I giue the Sunne a last farewell each euening; <br>I curse the fidling finders out of Musicke: <br>With enuie I doo hate the loftie mountaines; <br>And with despite despise the humble vallies: <br>I doo detest night, euening, day, and morning. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Klaius. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Curse to my selfe my prayer is, the morning: <br>My fire is more, then can be made with forrests; <br>My state more base, then are the basest vallies: <br>I wish no euenings more to see, each euening; <br>Shamed I hate my selfe in sight of mountaines, <br>And stoppe mine eares, lest I growe mad with Musicke. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strephon. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For she, whose parts maintainde a perfect musique, <br>Whose beautie shin'de more then the blushing morning, <br>Who much did passe in state the stately mountaines, <br>In straightnes past the Cedars of the forrests, <br>Hath cast me wretch into eternall euening, <br>By taking her two Sunnes from these darke vallies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Klaius. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For she, to whom compar'd, the Alpes are vallies, <br>She, whose lest word brings from the spheares their musique, <br>At whose approach the Sunne rose in the euening, <br>Who, where she went, bare in her forhead morning, <br>Is gone, is gone from these our spoyled forrests, <br>Turning to desarts our best pastur'de mountaines. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strephon. Klaius. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">These mountaines witnesse shall, so shall these vallies, <br>These forrests eke, made wretched by our musique, <br>Our morning hymne is this, and song at euening.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Philip+Sidney">Philip Sidney</a><div class=q>
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You Gote-heard Gods, that loue the grassie mountaines, 
You Nimphes that haunt the springs in pleasant vallies, 
You Satyrs ioyde with free and quiet forests, 
Vouchsafe your silent eares to playning musique, 
Which to my woes giues st..."></div>
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