1611121You mocking Birds (quoth she) your tunes intombe

1122Within your hollow swelling feathered breasts,

1123And in my hearing be you mute and dumbe,

1124My restlesse discord loues no stops nor rests:

1125"A woefull Hostesse brookes not merrie guests.

1126 Ralish your nimble notes to pleasing eares,

1127 "Distres likes dūps whē time is kept with teares.

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.

1651149As the poore frighted Deare that stands at gaze,

1150Wildly determining which way to flie,

1151Or one incompast 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.