Aglaia: A Pastoral Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Sylvan Muses can ye sing	A
Of the beauty of the Spring	A
Have ye seen on earth that sun	B
That a heavenly course hath run	B
Have ye lived to see those eyes	C
Where the pride of beauty lies	C
Have ye heard that heavenly voice	D
That may make Love's heart rejoice	D
Have ye seen Aglaia she	E
Whom the world may joy to see	E
If ye have not seen all these	F
Then ye do but labour leese	G
While ye tune your pipes to play	H
But an idle roundelay	H
And in sad Discomfort's den	I
Everyone go bite her pen	I
That she cannot reach the skill	H
How to climb that blessed hill	H
Where Aglaia's fancies dwell	H
Where exceedings do excell	H
And in simple truth confess	J
She is that fair shepherdess	J
To whom fairest flocks a field	K
Do their service duly yield	K
On whom never Muse hath gaz d	E
But in musing is amaz d	E
Where the honour is too much	L
For their highest thoughts to touch	L
Thus confess and get ye gone	M
To your places every one	B
And in silence only speak	N
When ye find your speech too weak	N
Bless d be Aglaia yet	O
Though the Muses die for it	P
Come abroad ye bless d Muses	J
Ye that Pallas chiefly chooses	J
When she would command a creature	Q
In the honour of Love's nature	Q
For the sweet Aglaia fair	R
All to sweeten all the air	R
Is abroad this bless d day	H
Haste ye therefore come away	H
And to kill Love's maladies	J
Meet her with your melodies	J
Flora hath been all about	S
And hath brought her wardrobe out	S
With her fairest sweetest flowers	J
All to trim up all your bowers	J
Bid the shepherds and their swains	J
See the beauty of their plains	J
And command them with their flocks	J
To do reverence on the rocks	J
Where they may so happy be	E
As her shadow but to see	E
Bid the birds in every bush	T
Not a bird to be at hush	U
But to sit and chirp and sing	A
To the beauty of the Spring	A
Call the sylvan nymphs together	Q
Bid them bring their musicks hither	Q
Trees their barky silence break	V
Crack yet though they cannot speak	N
Bid the purest whitest swan	W
Of her feathers make her fan	X
Let the hound the hare go chase	J
Lambs and rabbits run at base	J
Flies be dancing in the sun	B
While the silk worm's webs are spun	B
Hang a fish on every hook	Y
As she goes along the brook	Y
So with all your sweetest powers	J
Entertain her in your bowers	J
Where her ear may joy to hear	Z
How ye make your sweetest quire	A2
And in all your sweetest vein	B2
Still Aglaia strike her strain	B2
But when she her walk doth turn	C2
Then begin as fast to mourn	D2
All your flowers and garlands wither	Q
Put up all your pipes together	Q
Never strike a pleasing strain	B2
Till she come abroad again	I

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