Came the Shepherd to his dear;
Pretty Birds most sweetly warbled,
And the Noon approached near:
Yet still away the Nymph did say,
The Shepherd he fell in a Swoon;
At length she said, be not afraid,
Forgo me, &c.
With grief of Heart the Shepherd hasted
Up the Mountains to his Flocks;
Then he took a Reed and piped,