The Passionate Pilgrim (Octavo, 1599)

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2. The Passionate Pilgrim, Octavo, 1599 (Old-spelling transcription)
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 371That to heare her so complaine,
 372Scarce I could from teares refraine:
 373For her griefes so liuely showne,
 374Made me thinke vpon mine owne.
 375Ah (thought I) thou mournst in vaine,
 376None takes pitty on thy paine:
 377Senslesse Trees, they cannot heare thee,
 378Ruthlesse Beares, they will not cheere thee.
 379King Pandion, he is dead:
 380All thy friends are lapt in Lead.
 381All thy fellow Birds doe sing,
 382Carelesse of thy sorrowing.

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The Passionate Pilgrim (Octavo, 1599)