(55) Sweete wound, and golden shaft, that so espied such heauenly companie Of beauties graces in sweete vertues died, As like were neuer in such yeares descried.
FINIS. Bar. Yong.
¶ Amintas for his Phillis. +
A Vrora now began to rise againe, From watry couch, and from old Tithons side: In hope to kiss vpon Acteian plaine, Young Cephalus, and through the golden glide (5) On Easterne coast he cast so great a light, That Phaebus thought it time to make retire From Thetis bower, wherein he spent the night, To light the world againe with heauenly fire.
No sooner gan his winged Steedes to chase (10) The Stigian night, mantled with duskie vale: But poore Amintas hasteth him a pace, In deserts thus, to weepe a wofull tale. You silent shades, and all that dwell therein, As birds, or beasts, or wormes that creepe on ground: (15) Dispose your selues to teares, while I begin To rue the greefe of mine eternall wound.