Here is no poyson for the Toad to feed;
Here boldly spread thy hands, no venom'd Weed
Dares blister them, no slimy Snail dare creep
Over thy face when thou art fast asleep;
Here never durst the babling Cuckow spit,
No slough of falling Star did ever hit
Upon this bank: let this thy Cabin be,
This other set with Violets for me.
_Ama_. Thou dost not love me _Perigot_.
_Per_. Fair maid,
You only love to hear it often said;
You do not doubt.
_Amar_. Believe me but I do.
_Per_. What shall we now begin again to woo?
'Tis the best way to make your Lover last,
To play with him, when you have caught him fast.
_Amar_. By _Pan_ I swear, I loved _Perigot_,
And by yon Moon, I think thou lov'st me not.
_Per_. By _Pan_ I swear, and if I falsely swear,
Let him not guard my flocks, let Foxes tear
My earliest Lambs, and Wolves whilst I do sleep
Fall on the rest, a Rot among my Sheep.
I love thee better than the careful Ewe
The new-yean'd Lamb that is of her own hew;
I dote upon thee more than the young Lamb
Doth on the bag that feeds him from his Dam.
Were there a sort of Wolves got in my Fold,
And one ran after thee, both young and old
Should be devour'd, and it should be my strife
To save thee, whom I love above my life.
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