[XIII. Sweet Philomel, cease]
Sweet
Philomell, cease
Sweet
Philomell, cease, cease thou thy songs a while
cease thou thy songs a while, And will thy mates, and will thy mates their melodyes,
their melodyes to leaue, And all,
and all at once attend my mournfull stile, my mournefull stile, Which will of
mirth, of mirth your sugred notes, your sugred notes bereaue,
your sugred notes bereaue, If you desire the burthen of my song, the
burthen of my song, I sigh, and sob, for Phillis I did wrong, I sigh, and
sob, I sigh, and sob, for Phillis I did wrong,
I sigh, and sob, for Phillis I did wrong.
