deadly wound his death did bring: Which when Venus found, shee fell in a swound, and awak’d, her hands did wring. (135) Nimphs and Satyres skipping, Came together tripping, Eccho euery crie exprest: Venus by her power, Turn’d him to a flower, +(140) which she weareth in her creast.
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¶ Thirsis the Sheepheard his deaths song. +
T Hirsis to die desired, marking her eyes that to his heart was neerest: And she that with his flame no lesse was fired, said to him: Oh heart’s loue deerest: (5) Alas, forbeare to die now, By thee I liue, by thee I wish to die to. +