¶Amintas for his Phillis.
AVrora now began to rise againe,
From watry couch, and from old Tithons side:
In hope to kisse vpon Acteian plaine
Young Cephalus, and through the golden glide
On Easterne coast he cast so great a light,
That Phaebus thought it time to make retire
From Thetis bower, wherein he spent the night,
To light the world againe with heauenly fire.
No sooner gan his winged Steedes to chase
The Stigian night, mantled with duskie vale:
But poore Amintas hasteth him a pace,
In deserts thus, to weepe a wofull tale.
You silent shades, and all that dwell therein,
As birds, or beasts, or wormes that creepe on ground:
Dispose your selues to teares, while I begin
To rue the griefe of mine eternall wound.
And dolefull ghosts, whose nature flies the light,
Come seate your selues with me on eu'ry side:
And while I die for want of my delight,