No true affection can their fancie please,
Except it be a Ioue, to raine downe gold
Into their laps, which they wyde open hold:
If legem pone comes, he is receau'd,
When Vix haud habeo is of hope bereau'd.
Thus haue I showed in my Countrey vaine
The sweet Content that Shepheards still inioy;
The mickle pleasure, and the little paine
That euer doth awayte the Shepheards Boy:
His hart is neuer troubled with annoy.