Contents
-BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD
Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. I. Early Poetry: Chaucer to Donne
Elizabethan Miscellanies
From Englands Helicon: Phillidas Love-call to Her Corydon, and His Replying (Ignoto)
Phil.
CORYDON, arise my Corydon, | Titan shineth clear. Cor. | Who is it that calleth Corydon, | Who is it that I hear? Phil. | Phillida thy true love calleth thee, | Arise then, arise then; | Arise and keep thy flock with me. Cor. | Phillida, my true love, is it she? | I come then, I come then, | I come and keep my flock with thee. Phil. | Here are cherries ripe my Corydon, | Eat them for my sake. Cor. | Here ’s my oaten pipe, my lovely one, | Sport for thee to make. Phil. | Here are threads, my true love, fine as silk, | To knit thee, to knit thee | A pair of stockings white as milk. Cor. | Here are reeds, my true love, fine and neat, | To make thee, to make thee | A bonnet to withstand the heat. Phil. | I will gather flowers my Corydon, | To set in thy cap. Cor. | I will gather pears, my lovely one, | To put in thy lap. Phil. | I will buy my true love garters gay, | For Sundays, for Sundays, | To wear about his legs so tall. Cor. | I will buy my true love yellow say, | For Sundays, for Sundays, | To wear about her middle small. Phil. | When my Corydon sits on a hill | Making melody: Cor. | When my lovely one goes to her wheel, | Singing cheerily. Phil. | Sure methinks my true love doth excel | For sweetness, for sweetness, | Our Pan the old Arcadian knight. Cor. | And methinks my true love bears the bell | For clearness, for clearness, | Beyond the nymphs that be so bright. Phil. | Had my Corydon, my Corydon, | Been (alack) her swain: Cor. | Had my lovely one, my lovely one, | Been in Ida plain: Phil. | Cynthia Endymion had refus’d, | Preferring, preferring, | My Corydon to play withal: Cor. | The queen of love had been excus’d | Bequeathing, bequeathing, | My Phillida the golden ball. Phil. | Yonder comes my mother, Corydon, | Whither shall I fly? Cor. | Under yonder beech my lovely one, | While she passeth by. Phil. | Say to her thy true love was not here: | Remember, remember, | To-morrow is another day. Cor. | Doubt me not, my true love, do not fear: | Farewell then, farewell then, | Heaven keep our loves alway.
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