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Of disdainfull Daphne.
Shall I say that I loue you,
Daphne disdainfull?
Sore it costs as I proue you,
louing is painfull.
Daphne disdainfull?
Sore it costs as I proue you,
louing is painfull.
Shall I say what doth greeue mee?
Louers lament it:
Daphne will not releeue mee,
late I repent it.
Louers lament it:
Daphne will not releeue mee,
late I repent it.
Shall I dye, shall I perrish,
through her vnkindnes?
Loue vntaught loue to cherrish,
sheweth his blindnes.
through her vnkindnes?
Loue vntaught loue to cherrish,
sheweth his blindnes.
Shall the hills, shall the valleyes,
the fieldes the Cittie,
With the sound of my out-cryes,
moue her to pittie?
the fieldes the Cittie,
moue her to pittie?
The deepe falls of fayre Riuers,
and the windes turning:
Are the true musique giuers,
vnto my mourning.
and the windes turning:
Are the true musique giuers,
vnto my mourning.
Where my flocks daily feeding,
pining for sorrow:
At their maisters hart bleeding,
shot with Loues arrow.
pining for sorrow:
At their maisters hart bleeding,
shot with Loues arrow.
From her eyes to my hart-string,
was the shaft launced:
It made all the woods to ring,
by which it glaunced.
was the shaft launced:
It made all the woods to ring,
by which it glaunced.
When this Nimph had vsde me so,
then she did hide her:
Haplesse I did Daphne know,
haplesse I spyed her.
then she did hide her:
Haplesse I did Daphne know,
haplesse I spyed her.
Thus Turtle-like I waild me,
for my loues loosing:
Daphnes trust thus did faile me,
woe worth such chusing.
for my loues loosing:
Daphnes trust thus did faile me,
woe worth such chusing.
FINIS.
M. H. Nowell.
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