Corydon and Cloris or, The wanton sheepherdess [electronic resource] : Coris a pritty nimph one summers day by a brook side under a willow lay; it chanc'd that Corydon did there espy her, and took the boldness for to ly down by her: she blusht, & call'd him rude, but still the swain kept close; at last she found words were in vain, she sighing cry'd, ah youth, what dost thou doe? But what he did, no matter is to you. He pleas'd her well, she after was his wife; and now they live a happy quiet life. To a pleasant play-house new tune: or, Amorett and Phillis.