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SONNET 7.
[What neede I mourne? seeing Pan our sacred King]
What neede I mourne? seeing Pan our sacred KingWas of that nimph faire Syrinx coy disdained,
The worlds great light which comforteth each thing,
All comfortlesse for Daphnes sake remained.
If gods can finde no helpe to heale the sore
Made by loues shafts, which pointed are with fire.
Vnhappy Corine then thy chaunce deplore,
Sith they dispaire by wanting their desire.
I am not Pan though I a shepheard bee,
Yet is my loue as faire as Syrinx was.
My songs cannot with Phœbus tunes agree,
Yet Chloris doth his Daphnes far surpas.
How much more faire by so much more vnkinde,
Than Syrinx coy, or Daphnes I hir finde.
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