[XIII. Oh what hath ouerwrought my all amazed thought]
Oh what hath ouerwrought my all amazed thought
Oh what hath ouerwrought my all amazed thought
or where to am I brought, that thus in vaine haue sought,
Till time and truth hath taught, I labor all for nought. The day I see is cleare, but I am nere the neere,
For griefe doth stil appeare, to crosse our merie cheere,
while I can nothing heare, but winter all the yeare. Cold, hold, the sun wil shine
warme, therefore now feare no harme. O blessed beames, where beautie streames happie happie
light to loues dreames.
