[IIII. Stay heart, runne not so fast]
Stay, stay, stay heart, runne not so fast
Stay, stay, stay heart, runne not so fast, from him that
loues thee, To her that deadly hates thee, that deadly hates thee, Her sharpe disdain,
reproues thee, And worse then ill still rates thee, and worse then ill, and
worse then ill still rates thee, Then let her goe and spare not,
Hold thou thy selfe contented, and I care not, My loue is gone, and
with her goe my sorrow, O vile wretch, thou louedst once,
and why now doest thou varry? Then straight away I
hast me, And after thee will run, while life shall
last me, Ah death his force now tryeth, Flora farewell, farewell,
For loe thy Shepheard dyeth
