Wanton, wanton, come hither
O stay, why do you flie me ?
My sute though you deny me.
Yet let vs walke together
Sweete Nimph, such hast why make you,
Wel could I ouertake you,
But since words will not moue thee
Farewell I did but this to proue thee,
With that the Nimph she staid
And deepely sighing said,
Sweet shepherd how I loue thee.
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