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The Shepheards Sirena Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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DORILVS in sorrowes deepe	A
Autumne waxing olde and chill	B
As he sate his Flocks to keepe	A
Vnderneath an easie hill	B
Chanc'd to cast his eye aside	C
On those fields where he had scene	D
Bright SIRENA Natures pride	C
Sporting on the pleasant greene	D
To whose walkes the Shepheards oft	E
Came her god like foote to finde	E
And in places that were soft	E
Kist the print there left behinde	E
Where the path which she had troad	E
Hath thereby more glory gayn'd	E
Then in heau'n that milky rode	E
Which with Nectar Hebe stayn'd	E
But bleake Winters boystrous blasts	F
Now their fading pleasures chid	E
And so fill'd them with his wastes	G
That from sight her steps were hid	E
Silly Shepheard sad the while	H
For his sweet SIRENA gone	I
All his pleasures in exile	H
Layd on the colde earth alone	J
Whilst his gamesome cut tayld Curre	K
With his mirthlesse Master playes	G
Striuing him with sport to stirre	K
As in his more youthfull dayes	G
DORILVS his Dogge doth chide	E
Layes his well tun'd Bagpype by	L
And his Sheep hooke casts aside	E
There quoth he together lye	L
When a Letter forth he tooke	M
Which to him SIRENA writ	E
With a deadly down cast looke	M
And thus fell to reading it	E
DORILVS my deare quoth she	N
Kinde Companion of my woe	O
Though we thus diuided be	N
Death cannot diuorce vs so	O
Thou whose bosome hath beene still	B
Th' onely Closet of my care	K
And in all my good and ill	B
Euer had thy equall share	K
Might I winne thee from thy Fold	E
Thou shouldst come to visite me	N
But the Winter is so cold	E
That I feare to hazard thee	N
The wilde waters are waxt hie	P
So they are both deafe and dumbe	N
Lou'd they thee so well as I	L
They would ebbe when thou shouldst come	N
Then my coate with light should shine	Q
Purer then the Vestall fire	K
Nothing here but should be thine	Q
That thy heart can well desire	K
Where at large we will relate	E
From what cause our friendship grewe	R
And in that the varying Fate	E
Since we first each other knewe	R
Of my heauie passed plight	E
As of many a future feare	K
Which except the silent night	E
None but onely thou shalt heare	K
My sad hurt it shall releeue	B
When my thoughts I shall disclose	G
For thou canst not chuse but greeue	K
When I shall recount my woes	G
There is nothing to that friend	E
To whose close vncranied brest	E
We our secret thoughts may send	E
And there safely let it rest	E
And thy faithfull counsell may	N
My distressed case assist	E
Sad affliction else may sway	N
Me a woman as it list	E
Hither I would haue thee haste	E
Yet would gladly haue thee stay	N
When those dangers I forecast	E
That may meet thee by the way	N
Doe as thou shalt thinke it best	E
Let thy knowledge be thy guide	E
Liue thou in my constant breast	E
Whatsoeuer shall betide	E
He her Letter hauing red	E
Puts it in his Scrip againe	Q
Looking like a man halfe dead	E
By her kindenesse strangely slaine	Q
And as one who inly knew	Q
Her distressed present state	E
And to her had still been true	Q
Thus doth with himselfe debate	E
I will not thy face admire	K
Admirable though it bee	N
Nor thine eyes whose subtile fire	K
So much wonder winne in me	N
But my maruell shall be now	Q
And of long it hath bene so	O
Of all Woman kind that thou	Q
Wert ordain'd to taste of woe	O
To a Beauty so diuine	Q
Paradise in little done	Q
O that Fortune should assigne	Q
Ought but what thou well mightst shun	Q
But my counsailes such must bee	N
Though as yet I them conceale	B
By their deadly wound in me	N
They thy hurt must onely heale	B
Could I giue what thou do'st craue	K
To that passe thy state is growne	Q
I thereby thy life may saue	O
But am sure to loose mine owne	Q
To that ioy thou do'st conceiue	O
Through my heart the way doth lye	L
Which in two for thee must claue	B
Least that thou shouldst goe awry	L
Thus my death must be a toy	E
Which my pensiue breast must couer	L
Thy beloued to enioy	Q
Must be taught thee by thy Louer	L
Hard the Choise I haue to chuse	O
To my selfe if friend I be	N
I must my SIRENA loose	O
If not so shee looseth me	N
Thus whilst he doth cast about	E
What therein were best to doe	O
Nor could yet resolue the doubt	E
Whether he should stay or goe	O
In those Feilds not farre away	N
There was many a frolike Swaine	Q
In fresh Russets day by day	N
That kept Reuells on the Plaine	Q
Nimble TOM sirnam'd the Tup	A
For his Pipe without a Peere	L
And could tickle Trenchmore vp	A
As t'would ioy your heart to heare	L
RALPH as much renown'd for skill	B
That the Taber touch'd so well	B
For his Gittern little GILL	B
That all other did excell	B
ROCK and ROLLO euery way	N
Who still led the Rusticke Ging	M
And could troule a Roundelay	B
That would make the Feilds to ring	M
COLLIN on his Shalme so cleare	L
Many a high pitcht Note that had	E
And could make the Eechos nere	L
Shout as they were wexen mad	E
Many a lusty Swaine beside	E
That for nought but pleasure car'd	E
Hauing DORILVS espy'd	E
And with him knew how it far'd	E
Thought from him they would remoue	N
This strong melancholy fitt	E
Or so should it not behoue	P
Quite to put him out of 's witt	E
Hauing learnt a Song which he	P
Sometime to Sirena sent	E
Full of Iollity and glee	P
When the Nimph liu'd neere to Trent	E
They behinde him softly gott	E
Lying on the earth along	M
And when he suspected not	E
Thus the Iouiall Shepheards song	M
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Neare to the Siluer Trent	E
Sirena dwelleth	Q
Shee to whom Nature lent	E
All that excelleth	Q
By which the Muses late	E
And the neate Graces	O
Haue for their greater state	E
Taken their places	O
Twisting an Anadem	N
Wherewith to Crowne her	L
As it belong'd to them	N
Most to renowne her	L
Cho On thy Bancke	M
In a Rancke	M
Let the Swanes sing her	L
And with their Musick	M
Along let them bring her	L
	-
Tagus and Pactolus	O
Are to thee Debter	L
Nor for their gould to vs	O
Are they the better	L
Henceforth of all the rest	E
Be thou the Riuer	L
Which as the daintiest	E
Puts them downe euer	L
For as my precious one	Q
O'r thee doth trauell	P
She to Pearl Parragon	Q
Turneth thy grauell	P
Cho On thy Bancke	M
In a Rancke	M
Let thy Swanns sing her	L
And with their Musicke	M
Along let them bring her	L
	-
Our mournefull Philomell	P
That rarest Tuner	L
Henceforth in Aperill	P
Shall wake the sooner	L
And to her shall complaine	Q
From the thicke Couer	L
Redoubling euery straine	Q
Ouer and ouer	L
For when my Loue too long	M
Her Chamber keepeth	Q
As though it suffered wrong	M
The Morning weepeth	Q
Cho On thy Bancke	M
In a Rancke	M
Let thy Swanes sing her	L
And with their Musick	M
Along let them bring her	L
	-
Oft have I seene the Sunne	Q
To doe her honour	L
Fix himselfe at his noone	Q
To look vpon her	L
And hath guilt euery Groue	L
Euery Hill neare her	L
With his flames from aboue	N
Striuing to cheere her	L
And when shee from his sight	E
Hath her selfe turned	E
He as it had beene night	E
In Cloudes hath mourned	E
Cho On thy Bancke	M
In a Rancke	M
Let thy Swanns sing her	L
And with their Musicke	M
Along let them bring her	L
	-
The Verdant Meades are seene	Q
When she doth view them	N
In fresh and gallant Greene	Q
Straight to renewe them	N
And euery little Grasse	O
Broad it selfe spreadeth	Q
Proud that this bonny Lasse	O
Vpon it treadeth	Q
Nor flower is so sweete	E
In this large Cincture	L
But it upon her feete	E
Leaueth some Tincture	L
Cho On thy Bancke	M
In a Rancke	M
Let thy Swanes sing her	L
And with thy Musick	M
Along let them bring her	L
	-
The Fishes in the Flood	E
When she doth Angle	P
For the Hooke striue a good	E
Them to intangle	P
And leaping on the Land	E
From the cleare water	L
Their Scales vpon the sand	E
Lauishly scatter	L
Therewith to paue the mould	E
Whereon she passes	O
So her selfe to behold	E
As in her glasses	O
Cho On thy Bancke	M
In a Ranke	M
Let thy Swanns sing her	L
And with their Musicke	M
Along let them bring her	L
	-
When shee lookes out by night	E
The Starres stand gazing	M
Like Commets to our sight	E
Fearefully blazing	M
As wondring at her eyes	O
With their much brightnesse	O
Which to amaze the skies	O
Dimming their lightnesse	O
The raging Tempests are Calme	N
When shee speaketh	Q
Such most delightsome balme	N
From her lips breaketh	Q
Cho On thy Banke	M
In a Rancke c	M
	-
In all our Brittany	M
Ther's not a fayrer	L
Nor can you fitt any	M
Should you compare her	L
Angels her eye lids keepe	A
All harts surprizing	M
Which looke whilst she doth sleepe	A
Like the Sunnes rising	M
She alone of her kinde	E
Knoweth true measure	L
And her vnmatched mind	E
Is Heauens treasure	L
Cho On thy Bancke	M
In a Rancke	M
Let thy Swanes sing her	L
And with their Musick	M
Along let them bring her	L
	-
Fayre Doue and Darwine cleere	L
Boast yee your beauties	O
To Trent your Mistres here	L
Yet pay your duties	O
My Loue was higher borne	Q
Tow'rds the full Fountaines	O
Yet she doth Moorland scorne	Q
And the Peake Mountaines	O
Nor would she none should dreame	N
Where she abideth	Q
Humble as is the streame	N
Which by her slydeth	Q
Cho On thy Bancke	M
In a Rancke	M
Let thy Swannes sing her	L
And with their Musicke	M
Along let them bring her	L
	-
Yet my poore Rusticke Muse	O
Nothing can moue her	L
Nor the means I can vse	O
Though her true Louer	L
Many a long Winters night	E
Haue I wak'd for her	L
Yet this my piteous plight	E
Nothing can stirre her	L
All thy Sands siluer Trent	E
Downe to the Humber	L
The sighes I haue spent	E
Neuer can number	L
Cho On thy Banke	M
In a Ranke	M
Let thy Swans sing her	L
And with their Musicke	M
Along let them bring her	L
	-
Taken with this suddaine Song	M
Least for mirth when he doth look	M
His sad heart more deeply stong	M
Then the former care he tooke	M
At their laughter and amaz'd	E
For a while he sat aghast	E
But a little hauing gaz'd	E
Thus he them bespake at last	E
Is this time for mirth quoth he	M
To a man with griefe opprest	E
Sinfull wretches as you be	M
May the sorrowes in my breast	E
Light vpon you one by one	Q
And as now you mocke my woe	O
When your mirth is turn'd to moane	Q
May your like then serue you so	O
When one Swaine among the rest	E
Thus him merrily bespake	M
Get thee vp thou arrant beast	E
Fits this season loue to make	M
Take thy Sheephooke in thy hand	E
Clap thy Curre and set him on	Q
For our fields 'tis time to stand	E
Or they quickly will be gon	Q
Rougish Swinheards that repine	Q
At our Flocks like beastly Clownes	O
Sweare that they will bring their Swine	Q
And will wroote vp all our Downes	O
They their Holly whips haue brac'd	E
And tough Hazell goades haue gott	E
Soundly they your sides will baste	E
If their courage faile them not	E
Of their purpose if they speed	E
Then your Bagpypes you may burne	Q
It is neither Droane nor Reed	E
Shepheard that will serue your turne	Q
Angry OLCON sets them on	Q
And against vs part doth take	M
Euer since he was out gone	Q
Offring Rymes with us to make	M
Yet if so our Sheepe hookes hold	E
Dearely shall our Downes be bought	E
For it neuer shall be told	E
We our Sheep walkes sold for naught	E
And we here haue got vs Dogges	O
Best of all the Westerne breed	E
Which though Whelps shall lug their Hogges	O
Till they make their eares to bleed	E
Therefore Shepheard come away	N
When as DORILVS arose	O
Whistles Cut tayle from his play	N
And along with them he goes	O
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FINIS	O