Wherefore no time my banning prayers shall pause, till proud she repent.
FINIS. Ro. Greene.
¶ A sweete Pastorall. +
G Ood Muse rock me a sleepe with some sweet Harmonie: This weary eye is not to keepe thy wary companie.
(5) Sweete Loue be gone a while, thou knowest my heauines: Beautie is borne but to beguile, my hart of happines.
See how my little flocke (10) that lou’d to feede on hie: Doe headlong tumble downe the Rocke, and in the Vallie die.
The bushes and the trees that were so fresh and greene: (15) Doe all their dainty colour leese, and not a leafe is seene.