[XIX. The Nightingale that sweetly doth complayne]
The Nightingale that sweetly, sweetly doth complayne,
his yong once lost, or for his louing mate, To fill the heauens and fields himself doth
frame, with sweet and dolfull tunes, to shew his state: So all the night, to doe I
am full fayne, Remembring my hard hap, and cruell payne,
and cruell payne, Remembring my hard hap, & cruell paine, my
hard hap, and cruell paine, For I a lone, am cause of all my payne,
That gods might dye, I learnd to know to late.
That gods might dye, I learnd to know to late.
