[LXIII. The Nightingale so pleasant and so gay]
The Nightingale so pleasant and so gay
The Nightingale so pleasant and so gay, the Nightingale, the
Nightingale so pleasant and so gay, in greenwood groues, in greenwood
groues delights, delights to make his dwelling, in fields to flye chaunting his
roundelay, in fields to flye, chaunting his roundelay, at liberty
against the cage rebelling, but my poore hart, with sorowes ouerswelling,
through bondage vyle, binding my fredome short, no
pleasure takes in these his sports excelling, nor of his song receiueth no comfort,
receiueth no comfort, nor of his song
receiueth no comfort, receiueth no comfort.
