Parthenophil and Parthenophe :: :: University of Virginia Library

You loathed fieldes, and forrestes,
Infected with my vayne sighes:
You stonie rockes, and deafe hilles:
With my complaintes to speake taught:
You sandie shores, with my teares,
Which learne to wash your drie face:

Behold, and learne in my face,
The state of blasted forrestes.
If you would learne to shedde teares,
Or melt away with oft sighes,
You shall of me be this taught:
As I sit vnder these hilles:

Beating myne armes on these hilles,
Layd groueling on my leane face:
My sheepe of me to bleate taught,
And wander through the forrestes.
The soddeine windes learne my sighes,
Auroraes flowers my teares:

But she that should see my teares,
Swift skuddeth by the high hilles,

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And sees me spent with long sighes,
And vewes my blubhered leane face,
Yet leaues me to the forrestes:
Whose solitarie pathes taught

My woes, all comfortes vntaught.
These sorrowes. sighes, and salt teares,
Fit solitarie forrestes:
These out cryes, meete for deafe hilles:
These teares, best-fitting this face:
This ayer, most meete for these sighes.

Consume consume with these sighes,
Such sorrowes, the to dye taught,
Which printed are in thy face:
Whose furroes made with much teares:
You stonie rockes, and high hilles,
You sandie shores, and forrestes,

Report my seaes, of salt teares:
You whom I nothing els taught,
But gronings teares, and sad sighes.