The Passionate Pilgrim

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Act I, Scene 18

Sonnet to sundry notes of music

  • Shakespeare. My flocks feed not,
    My ewes breed not,
    My rams speed not,
    All is amiss:
    Love's denying, 250
    Faith's defying,
    Heart's renying,
    Causer of this.
    All my merry jigs are quite forgot,
    All my lady's love is lost, God wot: 255
    Where her faith was firmly fix'd in love,
    There a nay is placed without remove.
    One silly cross
    Wrought all my loss;
    O frowning Fortune, cursed, fickle dame! 260
    For now I see
    More in women than in men remain.
    In black mourn I,
    All fears scorn I, 265
    Love hath forlorn me,
    Living in thrall:
    Heart is bleeding,
    All help needing,
    O cruel speeding, 270
    Fraughted with gall.
    My shepherd's pipe can sound no deal;
    My wether's bell rings doleful knell;
    My curtail dog, that wont to have play'd
    Plays not at all, but seems afraid; 275
    My sighs so deep
    Procure to weep,
    In howling wise, to see my doleful plight.
    How sighs resound
    Through heartless ground, 280
    Like a thousand vanquish'd men in bloody fight!
    Clear wells spring not,
    Sweet birds sing not,
    Green plants bring not
    Forth their dye; 285
    Herds stand weeping,
    Flocks all sleeping,
    Nymphs back peeping
    All our pleasure known to us poor swains, 290
    All our merry meetings on the plains,
    All our evening sport from us is fled,
    All our love is lost, for Love is dead
    Farewell, sweet lass,
    Thy like ne'er was 295
    For a sweet content, the cause of all my moan:
    Poor Corydon
    Must live alone;
    Other help for him I see that there is none.

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