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¶The Shepheards sorrow, being disdai∣ned in loue.
MVses help me, sorrow swarmeth,
Eyes are fraught with Seas of languish:
Haplesse hope my solace harmeth,
Mindes repast is bitter anguish.
Eye of day regarded neuer,
Certaine trust in world vntrustie:
Flattering hope beguileth euer,
Wearie old, and wanton lustie.
Dawne of day beholds enthroned,
Fortunes darling proud and dreadlesse:
Darksome night doth heare him moaned,
Who before was rich and needlesse.
Rob the Spheare of lines vnited,
Make a suddaine voide in nature:
Force the day to be benighted,
Reaue the cause of time and creature.
Ere the world will cease to varie,
This I weepe for, this I sorrow:
Muses, if you please to tarie,
Further help I meane to borrow.
Courted once by Fortunes fauour,
Compast now with Enuies curses: