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DORUS Unto the gods with a thankful heart all thanks I do render, That to my advancement their wisdoms have me abased. But yet, alas! O but yet alas! our haps be but hard haps, Which must frame contempt to the fittest purchase of honour. Well may a pastor plain, but alas his plaints be not esteem’d: Silly shepherd’s poor pipe, when his harsh sound testifies anguish, Into the fair looking on, pastime, not passion, enters. And to the woods or brooks, who do make such dreary recital? What be the pang…