Silvanus long in love, and long in vain

Espilus . Silvanus long in love, and long in vain,
At length obtained the point of his desire,
When being asked, now that he did obtain
His wished weal, what more he could require:
" Nothing," said he, " for most I joy in this,
That goddess mine my blessed being sees."

Therion . When wanton Pan , deceived with lion's skin,
Came to the bed where wound for kiss he got,
To woe and shame the wretch did enter in,
Till this he took, for comfort of his lot:
" Poor Pan ," he said, " although thou beaten be,
It is no shame, since Hercules was he."

Espilus . Thus joyful I in chosen tunes rejoice,
That such a one is witness of my heart,
Whose clearest eyes I bliss, and sweetest voice,
That see my good, and judgeth my desert.

Therion . Thus woeful I in woe this salve do find,
My foul mishap came yet from fairest mind.
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