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The Sheepheard Musidorus his complaint.

Come Sheepheards weedes, become your Maisters minde,
Yeeld outward shew, what inward change he tries:
Nor be abash'd, since such a guest you finde,
Whose strongest hope in your weake comfort lies
Come Sheepheards weedes, attend my wofull cries,
Disuse your selues from sweete Menalcas voyce:
For other be those tunes which sorrow ties,
From those cleare notes which freely may reioyce.
Then poure outplaints, and in one word say this:
Helplesse his plaint, who spoiles him selfe of blisse.