[XLIX. The second part. She onely doth not feele it]
She onely doth not feele it
She onely doth not feele it, O
fields, O mountaines, O mountaines, O woods, O
vallyes, O floodes and fountaines, Oh stay no more, oh stay no more to heare a
wretch appealing, oh stay no more to heare a wretch appealing, O that some one this
lyfe and soule would seuer, and these mine eyes oppressed, and these
myne eyes opprest would cloze for euer, for best were me to dye so, for
best were me to dye my loue concealing, for best were me to dye so, for
best were me to dye, my loue concealing.
