William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
Corydons SupplicationNicholas Breton (15451626)
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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 have so far presumed
With prying in thine eyes,
Yet let not comfort be consumed
That in thy pity lies;
But as thou art that Phyllis fair,
That fortune favour gives,
So let not love die in despair
That in thy favour lives.
The deer do browse upon the briar,
The birds do pick the cherries;
And will not Beauty grant Desire
One handful of her berries?
If it be so that thou hast sworn
That none shall look on thee,
Yet let me know thou dost not scorn
To cast a look on me.
But if thy beauty make thee proud,
Think then what is ordained;
The heavens have never yet allowed
That love should be disdained.
Then lest the Fates that favour love
Should curse thee for unkind,
Let me report for thy behoove
The honour of thy mind;
Let Corydon with full consent
Set down what he hath seen,
That Phyllida with Love’s content
Is sworn the shepherds’ queen.