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MIRTILLO, ERGASTO.
Mirt.
O Amarillis, Authresse of my flame,
(Within my mouth how sweet now is thy name!
But in my heart how bitter!) Amarillis,
Fairer and whiter then the whitest Lillies,
But crueller then cruell Adders far,
Which having stung (least they should pitie) bar
Their ears, and flie: If then by speaking I
Offend thee, I will hold my peace and die.
I'll hold my peace, but what will that do good,
If hils and dales roar for me, and this wood
Which thy deer name can nere forget, from me
So often heard, and carv'd on every tree?
The windes shall sigh for me, the fountains shed:
Abundant tears, grief mourn, and pitie plead.
Or couldst thou bribe whole Nature with a fee
To silence, lastly Death shall speak for me:
Hee'll thunder 't out, and to the world proclaim,
I dy'd a Martyr in my true Loves flame.
Erg.
Mirtillo, " Love is a great pain at best,
" But more, by how much more it is supprest.
" For as hot Steeds run faster at the check,
" Then if you laid the reins upon their neck: