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1.352-353 S126274 1 an excellent new tune In Sad and Ashy Weeds An Excellent New Tune IN sad and Ashy weeds, / I sigh, I pine, I grieue, I mourne: and who can blame my woe? [with variations] PEace Shepheard cease to mone, / in vaine is all this greefe and woe, for who can blame thy woe? [with variations] typesetter's error, title: The good Shepheards sorrow for the death ef . . .; author noted by STC as probable author. Pepys 1.352-353 Rollins (1) I:32-38; STC 13157.5 for H Gosson [1612]; Rollins (2) ?2417 (Nov. 19, 1612, III, 503, Tho. Pavier). Woodblock 1: first 1/2 sheet, over column 1 : A three-quarters portrait of a bearded king. He wears armor and a crown. In his left hand, he holds a sword, and in his right, he holds the sovereign's orb.: 78 x 55 Woodblock 2: first 1/2 sheet, over column 2: The bust of an aristocratic woman. She wears an elaborately detailed stiff lace collar and a tall hat with a wide brim, a decorated band, and feathers. Her face is clearly detailed.: 89 x 74 Woodblock 3: second 1/2 sheet, over columns 3 & 4: A three-quarters portrait of a short haired armored man holding a staff or a spear. He faces to his left (the right of the cut), his right arm extended behind him, gripping the shaft of the levelled spear. His left arm is bent before him, also gripping the spear. He wears a ruff and no helmet. A sword hilt is visible, hanging from the sword belt at his waist.: 83 x 123 Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 352 1: 353 The good Shepheards sorrow for the death of his beloued / Sonne. The good Shepheards sorrow for the death of his beloved Sonne. The Good Shepherd's Sorrow for the Death of His Beloved Son. The Second Part of the good Shepheard, or Coridons / Comfort. The Second Part of the good Shepheard, or Coridons Comfort. The Second Part of the Good Shepherd, or Coridon's Comfort. Johnson, R. 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 276 x 160 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 274 x 162 torn cropped top edge, uneven inking cast fleurons cast fleurons 1612 Imprinted at London for Henry Gosson. Henry Gosson Weinstein: STC

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IN sad and Ashy weeds, I sigh, I pine, I grieve, I mourne: My Oates and yellow reeds, I now to Jet and Ebon turne. My urged eyes like winter skies, My furrowed cheekes ore-flow, All heaven knows why men mourne as I and who can blame my woe? In Sable roabes of night, My dayes of joy apparreld bee, My sorrow sees no light, my light through sorrowes nothing see, For now my sonne his date hath runne, And from his Sphere doth goe, To endlesse bed of foulded lead, and who can blame my woe? My flockes I now forsake, That senceles sheep my griefs may know And lillies loath to take, that since his sail presum'd to growe: I envy ayre because it dare, Still breath and he not soe. Hate earth that doth intombe his youth, and who can blame my woe? Not I poore Lad aloane, Aloane, how can such sorrows bee? Not onely men make moane, but more then men make mone with me
The Gods of greenes, the mountaine Queenes The Faries circled Row: The Muses nine the Nimphs divine, and all condole my woe. You awfull Gods of skie, If Shepheards may you question thus, What Diety to supply, tooke you this gentle Starre from us? Is Hermes fled? is Cupid dead? Doth Sol his seat forgoe, Or Jove his joy he stoole from Troy, or who hath fram'd this woe? Did not mine eyes, Oh heavens Adore your light as well before, But that amidst your seaven, you fixed have one Plannet more: You well may raise now double dayes, On this sad earth below, Your powers have won from us a Sonne and who can blame my woe? At your great hands I aske, This boone, which you may easily graunt That till my utmost maske of death, I still may moane his want, Since his Divine parts with you shine Too bright for us below: And earths sad brest entombes the rest Yet mine entombes his woe.
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PEace Shepheard cease to mone, in vaine is all this greefe and woe, For him thats from us gone, and can (alack) returne no mo: And yet indeede, The Oaten Reede, and mirth thou late didst know: I blame thee not, If now forgot, for who can blame thy woe? The breath, had once a sound harmonious, is in sighing spent: The temples once were bound, with Chaplets of a pleasing sent, Now Cypresse weare, Thy greefe and care, to all the world to show: The pipe so sweet, Thy lippes nere meet, and who can blame thy woe, The murmure of the Brookes, hath beene delightfull to thine eare, Much pleasure hast thou tooke, sweet Philomelaes note to heare, To see that Quire, From bush to brier, leape lightly too and fro: The Summers Queene, Attird in greene, but now tis nothing so, To see this Queene of flowers, when hoary Hyems part is done, Deck up those Summer Bowers, [?] Defend us from the parching Sun, To see the ground, Embroydered round,
and every tree to show: His Virid' die, Hath pleas'd thine eye, but now tis nothing so. Too well I know thy sheepe, at randome graze uppon the plaine: Greefe luls thee now asleepe, and now thou wakst to grieve againe Asleepe, awake For his deere sake, some signe thy sorrowes show: No bed of rest, Can ease thy brest, and who can blame thy woe. No man, (the man that knew for whome our fainting bodies were These robes of sadest hue, and woes more black imbrested bere) Can well forbeare, To shed a teare, griefes tide will overflow: Pale sorrwes course, Hath still some force: then who can blame thy woe. Thy woes I cannot blame, but in thy sorrowes beare a part, Yet now to patience frame, and see the salve cures all our smart: This bud is dead, Is gone, is fled, but in his place doth grow A Flower as faire; As fresh as rare, and he cures all our woe.
FINIS. Imprinted at London for Henry Gosson.