1621128Come Philomele that sing'st of rauishment,

1129Make thy sad groue in my disheueld heare,

1130As the danke earth weepes at thy languishment:

1131So I at each sad straine, will straine a teare,

1132And with deepe grones the Diapason beare:

1133 For burthen-wise ile hum on TARQVIN still,

1134 While thou on TEREVS descants better skill.

1631135And whiles against a thorne thou bear'st thy part,

1136To keepe thy sharpe woes waking, wretched I

1137To imitate thee well, against my heart

1138Will fixe a sharpe knife to affright mine eye,

1139Who if it winke shall thereon fall and die.

1140 These meanes as frets vpon an instrument,

1141 Shal tune our heart-strings to true languishment.

1641142And for poore bird thou sing'st not in the day,

1143As shaming anie eye should thee behold:

1144Some darke deepe desert seated from the way,

1145That knowes not parching heat, nor freezing cold

1146Will wee find out: and there we will vnfold

1147 To creatures stern, sad tunes to change their kinds,

1148 Since mē proue beasts, let beasts bear gētle minds.