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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507279" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Bucolic Betwixt Two;lacon And Thyrsis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507279" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LACON. For a kiss or two, confess,<br>What doth cause this pensiveness,<br>Thou most lovely neat-herdess?<br>Why so lonely on the hill?<br>Why thy pipe by thee so still,<br>That erewhile was heard so shrill?<br>Tell me, do thy kine now fail<br>To fulfil the milking-pail?<br>Say, what is't that thou dost ail?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507279" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">THYR. None of these; but out, alas!<br>A mischance is come to pass,<br>And I'll tell thee what it was:<br>See, mine eyes are weeping ripe.<br>LACON. Tell, and I'll lay down my pipe.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507279" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">THYR. I have lost my lovely steer,<br>That to me was far more dear<br>Than these kine which I milk here;<br>Broad of forehead, large of eye,<br>Party-colour'd like a pye,<br>Smooth in each limb as a die;<br>Clear of hoof, and clear of horn,<br>Sharply pointed as a thorn;<br>With a neck by yoke unworn,<br>From the which hung down by strings,<br>Balls of cowslips, daisy rings,<br>Interplaced with ribbonings;<br>Faultless every way for shape;<br>Not a straw could him escape,<br>Ever gamesome as an ape,<br>But yet harmless as a sheep.<br>Pardon, Lacon, if I weep;<br>Tears will spring where woes are deep.<br>Now, ai me! ai me! Last night<br>Came a mad dog, and did bite,<br>Ay, and kill'd my dear delight.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507279" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LACON Alack, for grief!<br>THYR. But I'll be brief.<br>Hence I must, for time doth call<br>Me, and my sad playmates all,<br>To his evening funeral.<br>Live long, Lacon; so adieu!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507279" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LACON Mournful maid, farewell to you;<br>Earth afford ye flowers to strew!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robert+Herrick">Robert Herrick</a></strong></div>

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