William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
Dorons JigRobert Greene (15581592)
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For my lambs, little ones,
’Mongst many pretty ones,—
Nymphs I mean, whose hair was black
As the crow:
Like the snow
Her face and browès shined I ween!—
I saw a little one,
A bonny pretty one,
As bright, buxom, and as sheen
As was she
On her knee
That lulled the god, whose arrow warms
Such merry little ones,
Such fair-faced pretty ones
As dally in love’s chiefest harms:
Such was mine,
Whose grey eyne
Made me love. I gan to woo
This sweet little one,
This bonny pretty one.
I wooed hard a day or two,
Till she bade
‘Be not sad,
Woo no more, I am thine own,
Thy dearest little one,
Thy truest pretty one.’
Thus was faith and firm love shown,
As behoves
Shepherds’ loves.