And a helpe for him did know, my Loue should not be beleeued: (40) but he were by me releeued.
No, she hates me, well away, faigning loue, somewhat to please me: Knowing, if she should display all her hate, Death soone would seaze me: (45) and of hideous torments ease me.
Then my deare Flocke now adiew, but (alas) if in your straying, Heauenly Stella meete with you, tell her in your pittious blaying: (50) her poore slaues vniust decaying.
FINIS. S. Phil. Sidney.