Ay me poor man, with many a trampling tear,.
I feel him wound the forehearse of my heart.
What, do I love ? O no, I do but talk.
What, shall I die for love ? O no, not so.
What, am I dead ? O no, my tongue doth walk.
Come kiss, Carmela and confound my wo.
Carmela.
Even with this kiss, as once my father did,
I seal the sweet indentures of delight:
Before I break my vow the Gods forbid,
No not by day, nor yet by darksome tv\^cv\.
I36 STUDY OF ENGLISH FICTION.
DORON.
Even with this garland made of holyhocks,
I cross thy brows from every shepherd's kiss.
Heigh-ho, how glad am I to touch thy locks,
My frolic heart even now a free man is.
Carmela.
I thank you, Doron, and will think on you,
I love you, Doron, and will wink on you.
I seal your charter patent with my thumbs,
Come kiss and part, for fear my mother comes.
Thus ended this merry eclog betwixt Doron and Carmela
which, Gentlemen, if it be stuft with pretty similes and far-
fetched metaphors, think the poor country lovers knew no fur-
ther comparisons than came within compass of their country
logic.
THE SHEPHERDS WIVES SONG.
VI. THE SHEPHERDS WIVES SONG.
