X.
[O he is gone and I am here]
1
O he is gone and I am here
Aye me why are wee thus deuided,
My sight in his eyes, did appeare
My soule by his soules thought was guided
Then come againe my all my life, my being,
Soules, zeale, harts ioy, cares gester, eyes onely seeing.
2
Come sable care sease on my heart,
Take vp the roomes that ioyes once filled,
Natures sweet blisse is slaine by Art,
A sence blacke frost lines spring hath killed
Then come againe, my loue, my deere, my treasure,
My blisse, my fate, my end, my hopes full measure.