Come shepherd swains

Come, shepherd swains, that wont to hear me sing,

Now sigh and groan!

Dead is my Love, my Hope, my Joy, my Spring;

Dead, dead, and gone!

O, She that was your Summer's Queen,

Your days' delight, Pg 17

Is gone and will no more be seen;

O, cruel spite!

Break all your pipes that wont to sound

With pleasant cheer,

And cast yourselves upon the ground

To wail my Dear!

Come, shepherd swains, come, nymphs, and all a-row

To help me cry:

Dead is my Love, and, seeing She is so,

Lo, now I die!