1611121You mocking Birds (quoth
she) your tunes intombe
1122Within your hollow
swelling feathered brea
sts,
1123And in my hearing be you mute and dumbe,
1124My re
stle
sse di
scord loues no
stops nor re
sts:
1125"A woefull Ho
ste
sse brookes not merrie gue
sts.
1126 Rali
sh your nimble notes to plea
sing eares,
1127 "Di
stres likes dūps whē time is kept with teares.
1621128Come Philomele that
sing'
st of raui
shment,
1129Make thy
sad groue in my di
sheueld heare,
1130As the danke earth weepes at thy langui
shment:
1131So I at each
sad
straine, will
straine a teare,
1132And with deepe grones the Diapa
son beare:
1133 For burthen-wi
se ile hum on
TARQVIN still,
1134 While thou on
TEREVS de
scants better skill.
1631135And whiles again
st a thorne thou bear'
st thy part,
1136To keepe thy
sharpe woes waking, wretched I
1137To imitate thee well, again
st my heart
1138Will
fixe a
sharpe knife to a
ffright mine eye,
1139Who if it winke
shall thereon fall and die.
1140 The
se meanes as frets vpon an in
strument,
1141 Shal tune our heart-
strings to true langui
shment.
1641142And for poore bird thou
sing'
st not in the day,
1143As
shaming anie eye
should thee behold:
1144Some darke deepe de
sert
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 bea
sts, let bea
sts bear gētle minds.
1651149As the poore frighted Deare that
stands at gaze,
1150Wildly determining which way to
flie,
1151Or one incompa
st with a winding maze,
1152That cannot tread the way out readilie:
1153So with her
selfe is
shee in mutinie,
1154 To liue or die which of the twaine were better,
1155 When life is
sham'd and death reproches detter.