[XVIII. Stay hart runne not runne so fast]
Stay hart runne not runne not so fast
Stay hart runne not runne not so fast from him that
loues thee To her that deadly hates
thee Her sharpe disdaine reprooues thee, and worse then ill still rates thee Then
let her go and spare not Hold thou thy selfe contented and I care not My loue is
gone and with her go my sorrow. O vile wretch Thou louest once
and why now doest thou vary Then straight away I hast me
I hast me And after thee will run while life
shall last me, Ah death his force now trieth Flora farewell for loe the shepherd dyeth.
