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I. I wander vp & downe

I wander vp & downe, & faine would rest me,
Yet cannot rest, such cares do stil molest me,
All things conspire I see, & this consent in,
To find a place for me, fit to lament in.

II. Weepe silly soule disdained

Weepe silly soule disdained thy haplesse hap lamenting,
That loue whose passiō pained, raught neuer thy cōtenting,
And since thou art disdained, by them thou most affected,
Let them be now reiected.

III. So gracious is thy sweet selfe

So gracious is thy sweet selfe, so faire so framed,
That who so sees thee, without a hart enflamed,
Either he liues not, or loues delight he knowes not.

IIII. Let goe

Let goe, why do you stay me?
I will for spite go run & slay me,
O new found tormenting, O strāge disdaining,
I die for loue, yet fain'd is my complaining,
But you yt say I fained, now see what you haue gained,
I wil for spite go run & slay me,
Let go, let go, let go, why doe you stay me.

V. Come shepherds follow me

Come shepherds follow me,
Run vp apace the mountaine,
See loe besides ye foūtain,
Loue laid to rest:
How sweetely sleepeth he,
O take heed come not nie him,
But hast we hence and flie him,
And louers daunce, with gladnes,
For while loue sleepes is truce with care and sadnes.

VI. I languish to complaine me

I languish to complaine me,
With gastly griefe tormented,
I stand amazd', to see you discontented,
Better I hold my peace, and stop my breath,
Then cause my sorrowes to increase and worke my death.

VII. Sing out ye Nimphes

Sing out ye Nimphes & shepheards of Pernassus,
With sweet delight your mery notes consenting,
Sith time affordes to bannish loue relenting,
Fortune she smiles, sweetly still to grace vs.

VIII. Thirsis?

Thirsis? sleepest thou?
Holla, Holla, Holla,
Let not sorrow slay vs,
Hold vp thy head man,
(Said the gentle Melibeus,
See Sommer comes againe,
The countries pride adorning,
(Cuckoe Cuckoe singeth)
Harke how the Cuckoe singeth,
(Cuckoe) this faire April morning.
April O said ye sheepherd & sight,
As one all vndon,
Let me alone alas, & driue him backe to London.

IX. Ye restles thoughts

Ye restles thoughts, that harbour discontent
Cease your assaults, and let my hart lament,
And let my tongue haue leaue to tel my griefe,
That shee may pittie though not graunt reliefe,
Pittie would help (alas) what loue hath almost slaine,
And salue the wound that festred this disdaine.

X. When as I glaunce

When as I glaūce, on my louely Phillis,
Whose cheeks are deckt with Roses, & Lillies
I me complaind', that shee me nought regarded,
And that my loue with enuie was rewarded,
Then wantonly shee smileth
& griefe from me exileth.

XI. Cruell vnkind

Cruell vnkind, my hart thou hast bereft me,
And will not leaue, while any life is left me,
And yet, still will I loue thee.

XII. O sleepe, ô sleepe fond fancie

O sleepe O sleepe, fond fancie,
My head alas thou tyerest
With false delight of that which thou desirest
Sleepe, sleepe, I say, fond fancie,
And leaue my thoughts molesting,
Thy masters head hath need of sleepe & resting.

XIII. Weepe ô mine eyes

Weepe O mine eyes, and cease not,
(Alas) these your spring-tides, me thinkes increase not.
O when, begin you, To swell so high that I may drown me in you.

XIIII. Since neither tunes of ioy

Since neither tunes of ioy,
Nor notes of sadnes,
Cruell vnkind can moue thee,
I will goe run away,
For rage and madnes,
Because I will not loue thee.
O come againe, againe,
Thy fruitles labour wast not,
How wilt thou run (foole)
When thy heart thou hast not.

XV. O Griefe

O griefe, where shall poore griefe find patient hearing,
Footsteps of men I flie, my pathes each creature balking:
Wild and vnhaunted woods, seeme tired with my walking.
Earth with my teares are drunke: Aire with my sighes, tormented:
Heauens with my crying, growne deafe, and discontented:
Infernall eares affrighted, with my dolefull accenting:
Onely my loue, lou's my lamenting.

XVI. O sweete griefe

O sweet griefe, O sweet sighes, O sweet disdayning:
O sweet repulses, Sweet wrōgs, Sweet lamenting.
Words sharply sweet, and sweetly sharp consenting,
O sweet vnkindnes, sweet feares, sweet complayning.
Grieue then no more (my soule) those deepe grones strayning,
Your bitter anguish now shall haue relenting,
And sharpe disdaines, receaue their full contenting.

XVII. Rest

Rest, now Amphion, Rest, thy charming lier,
For Daphnes loue (sweet loue) makes melody,
Her loues concord with mine doth well cōspire,
No discordiars, in our lou's simpathie,
Our cōcords haue some discords mixt among,
Discording concords, makes the sweetest song.