¶ The Shepheards sorrow for his Phæbes disdaine. +
O H Woods vnto your walkes my body hies, To loose the trayterous bonds of tyring Loue, Where trees, where hearbs, where flowers, Their natiue moisture poures (5) From forth their tender stalkes, to helpe mine eyes, Yet their vnited teares may nothing moue.
When I behold the faire adorned tree, +Which lightnings force and Winters frost resists, Then Daphnes ill betide, (10) And Phæbus lawlesse pride Enforce me say, euen such my sorrowes be: For selfe disdaine in Phæbes heart consists.
If I behold the flowers by morning teares Looke louely sweete: Ah then forlorne I crie (15) Sweete showers for Memnon shed, +All flowers by you are fed. Whereas my pitteous plaint that still appeares, Yeelds vigour to her scornes, and makes me die.
When I regard the pretty glee-full bird, +(20) With teare-full (yet delightfull) notes complaine: I yeeld a terror with my teares. And while her musicke wounds mine eares, Alas say I, when will my notes afford Such like remorce, who still be-weepe my paine?