In thy obliuion buried now My death I haue before mine eyes: (15) And heere to hate my selfe I vow, As (cruell) thou doo’st me despise.
Contented euer thou didst finde Me with thy scornes, though neuer (for To say the trueth) I ioyed in minde, (20) After thou didst my loue abhorre.
FINIS. Bar. Yong.
¶Philon the Sheepheard, his Song. +
W Hile that the Sunne with his beames hot, Scorched the fruites in vale and mountaine: Philon the Sheepheard late forgot,Sitting besides a Christall Fountaine: (5) In shaddow of a greene Oake tree, Vpon his Pipe this Song plaid he.
Adiew Loue, adiew Loue, vntrue Loue, Vntrue Loue, vntrue Loue, adiew Loue: Your minde is light, soone lost for new loue.
(10) So long as I was in young sight, +I was as your hart, your soule, and treasure: And euermore you sob’d and sigh’d, Burning in flames beyond all measure. Three dayes endured your loue to me: (15) And it was lost in other three.
Adiew Loue, adiew Loue, vntrue Loue. &c.