JOHN LYLY. Midas, 1592 ; acted
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PAN'S Syrinx was a Girle indeed,
Though now shee's turn'd into a Reed,
From that deare Reed Pan's Pipe does come,
A Pipe that strikes Apollo dumbe;
Nor Flute, nor Lute, nor Gitterne can
So chant it, as the Pipe of Pan;
Cross-gartred Swaines, & Dairie girles,
With faces smug, and round as Pearls,
When Pans shrill Pipe begins to play,
With dancing weare out Night and Day:
The Bagpipes Drone his Hum layes by,
When Pan sounds vp his Minstrelsie,
His Minstrelsie! O Base! This Quill
Which at my mouth with winde I fill,
Puts me in minde, though Her I misse,
That still my Syrinx lips I kisse.
1592
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John Lyly
