[XVII. The second part. Thirsis that heate refrayned]
Thirsis that heate refrayned,
Thirsis that heate refrayned, wherewith in hast to dye he
dyd betake him, thinking it death yet, and while his
looke ful fixed he retained, on her eyes ful of plesure, & louely Nectar sweet frō thē he
tasted, his daintie Nymphe that now at hand espyed, the haruest of Loues treasure,
sayd thus with eyes all trembling faint & wasted, I dye now, the
shepherd then replyed, & I sweet lyfe do dye too, & I sweet
lyfe too, and I sweete lyfe do dye too.