¶ Colin the enamoured Sheepheard, singeth this passion
of loue. +
O Gentle Loue, vngentle for thy deede, thou makest my hart, a bloodie marke, With piercing shot to bleede.
(5) Shoote soft sweete Loue, for feare thou shoote amisse, for feare too keene, thy arrowes beene: And hit the hart, where my beloued is.
Too faire that fortune were, nor neuer I (10) shall be so blest, among the rest: That loue shal ceaze on her by simpathy.
Then since with Loue my prayers beare no boote, this doth remaine, (15) to ease my paine, I take the wound, and die at Venus foote.
FINIS. Geo. Peele.
¶ Oenones complaint in blanke verse. +
M Elpomene the Muse of tragicke songs, With mournfull tunes in stole of dismall hue, Assist a sillie Nimphe to waile her woe, And leaue thy lustie company behind.