XX. As I beheld
As I beheld I saw a heardman wilde
As I beheld I saw a heardman wilde, with his sheephooke a picture fine
deface, which he sometime his fancie to beguild, had caru'd on barke of beech, in
secret place, & with despite of most afflicted mind, through deepe dispaire of heart,
for loue dismaid, he puld euen from the tree, the carued rinde, & weping sore these
woful words he said, ah Philida, would god
thy picture faire, I could as lightie blot out of my brest, then should I not thus rage,
with great dispight, & teare the thing sometime I liked best, but all in vaine,
it booteth not god wot, what printed is in hart,
on tree to blot, but all in vaine, it booteth not god wot, what printed
is in hart, on tree to blot, on tree to blot.
