THE FAITHFUL SHEPHERDESS
BY FLETCHER
[Clorin, a shepherdess, watching by the grave of her lover, is found by a Satyr.]
CLORIN--Hail, holy earth, whose cold arms do embrace
The truest man that ever fed his flocks
By the fat plains of fruitful Thessaly.
Thus I salute thy grave, thus do I pay
My early vows, and tribute of mine eyes,
To thy still loved ashes: thus I free