Three Pastoral Elegies; of Anander, Anetor, and Muridella -

AS HEPHEARDS youth dwelt on the plaines,
That passt the common sort of Swaines,
By how much had himselfe before
Beene nursed up in Colins lore;
Who, while his flocke, ybent to stray,
Glad of the Sunne-shine of the day,
Wandered the field, and were abroade dispers'd,
He tooke his Pipe and sate him downe and vers'd.
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