Yet (alas) before you goe, heare your wofull Maisters Storie? Which to stones I else would showe, sorrow onely then hath glorie: (15) when ’tis excellently sorrie.
Stella, + fiercest Shepheardesse, fiercest, but yet fairest euer: Stella, whom the heauens still blesse, though against me she perseuer, (20) though I blisse, inherite neuer.
Stella, hath refused me, Stella, who more loue hath proued In this Caitiffe heart to be, Then can in good by vs be moued: (25) Towards Lambkins best beloued.
Stella, hath refused me, Astrophell that so well serued. In this pleasant Spring must see while in pride flowers be preserued: (30) himselfe onely Winter-sterued.
Why (alas) then doth she sweare, that she loueth me so dearely: Seeing me so long to beare coales of loue that burne so clearely: (35) and yet leaue me helplesse meerely?
Is that loue? Forsooth I trow, +if I saw my good dogge greeued: