III.
[O O how my thoughts do beare mee]
[1]
O O how my thoughts do beare mee
Which by deepe sighs intreat thee,
Hey ho, fie fie, what a thing is this
Thus to lie still when we might kisse
And play, and foole
Heere in the coole
Of ye stillest cleerest sweetest euening,
Philomell did euer choose for singing.
2
See how my lips complaine them,
Thy lips should thus detaine them,
Aye me harke how the Nightingales,
In the darke each to other to cals,
Whil'st thou, O thou,
Dar'st not avow,
The enioying of the truest pleasure,
Loue did euer boord vp in his treasure.
