¶ Philistus farewell to false Clorinda. +
C Lorinda false adiew, thy loue torments me: Let Thirsis haue thy heart, since he contents thee. Oh griefe and bitter anguish, For thee I languish, (5) Faine I (alas) would hide it, Oh, but who can abide it? I can, I cannot I abide it. Adiew, adiew then, Farewell, (10) Leaue my death now desiring: For thou hast thy requiring. Thus spake Philistus, on his hooke relying: And sweetly fell a dying.
FINIS. Out of M. Morleyes Madrigalls.