Harpalus. An Ancient English Pastoral Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Phylida was a faire mayde	A
As fresh as any flowre	B
Whom Harpalus the herdman prayde	A
To be his paramour	B
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Harpalus and eke Corin	C
Were herdmen both yfere	B
And Phylida could twist and spinne	C
And thereto sing full clere	B
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But Phylida was all to coye	D
For Harpalus to winne	C
For Corin was her onely joye	D
Who forst her not a pinne	C
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How often would she flowers twine	C
How often garlandes make	E
Of couslips and of colombine	C
And al for Corin's sake	E
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But Corin he had haukes to lure	B
And forced more the field	A
Of lovers lawe he toke no cure	B
For once he was begilde	A
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Harpalus prevailed nought	A
His labour all was lost	A
For he was fardest from her thought	A
And yet he loved her most	A
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Therefore waxt he both pale and leane	C
And drye as clot of clay	F
His fleshe it was consumed cleane	C
His colour gone away	F
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His beard it had not long be shave	G
His heare hong all unkempt	A
A man most fit even for the grave	G
Whom spitefull love had spent	A
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His eyes were red and all 'fore watcht '	-
His face besprent with teares	H
It semde unhap had him long 'hatcht '	-
In mids of his dispaires	H
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His clothes were blacke and also bare	B
As one forlorne was he	I
Upon his head alwayes he ware	B
A wreath of wyllow tree	I
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His beastes he kept upon the hyll	F
And he sate in the dale	F
And thus with sighes and sorrowes shril	F
He gan to tell his tale	F
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'Oh Harpalus ' thus would he say	H
'Unhappiest under sunne	C
The cause of thine unhappy day	H
By love was first begunne	C
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'For thou wentest first by sute to seeke	E
A tigre to make tame	J
That settes not by thy love a leeke	E
But makes thy griefe her game	J
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'As easy it were for to convert	A
The frost into 'a' flame	J
As for to turne a frowarde hert	A
Whom thou so faine wouldst frame	J
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'Corin he liveth carelesse	H
He leapes among the leaves	H
He eats the frutes of thy redresse	H
Thou 'reapst ' he takes the sheaves	H
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'My beastes a whyle your foode refraine	C
And harke your herdmans sounde	A
Whom spitefull love alas hath slaine	C
Through girt with many a wounde	A
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'O happy be ye beastes wilde	A
That here your pasture takes	H
I se that ye be not begilde	A
Of these your faithfull makes	H
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'The hart he feedeth by the hinde	A
The bucke harde by the do	A
The turtle dove is not unkinde	A
To him that loves her so	H
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'The ewe she hath by her the ramme	J
The young cow hath the bull	F
The calfe with many a lusty lambe	J
Do fede their hunger full	F
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'But wel away that nature wrought	A
The Phylida so faire	B
For I may say that I have bought	A
Thy beauty all to deare	B
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'What reason is that crueltie	A
With beautie should have part	A
Or els that such a great tyranny	C
Should dwell in womans hart	A
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'I see therefore to shape my death	K
She cruelly is prest	A
To th' ende that I may want my breath	K
My dayes been at the best	A
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'O Cupide graunt this may request	A
And do not stoppe thine eares	H
That she may feele within her brest	A
The paines of my dispaires	H
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'Of Corin 'who' is carelesse	H
That she may crave her fee	C
As I have done in great distresse	H
That loved her faithfully	C
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'But since that I shal die her slave	G
Her slave and eke her thrall	F
Write you my frendes upon my grave	G
This chaunce that is befall	F
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''Here lieth unhappy Harpalus	H
By cruell love now slaine	C
Whom Phylida unjustly thus	H
Hath murdred with disdaine ''	-

Henry Howard

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