Deep lamenting

Deep lamenting, grief, bewraying;

Poor Amintas thus sat saying:

Glut now thine eyes full,

while I lie here adying;

killed with disdain,

alas, and pity crying;

Now, mayst thou laugh full merrily;

for dead lo is the man,

dead is thy mortal enemy.

O no, weep not,

I cannot bide this blindness;

All too late now God wot,

all too late comes this kindness.

But if you would that death should,

death of life, of life should deprive me;

Weep not alas lest you revive me,

weep not lest you thereby revive me.

Ah cease to bewail me,

my life now doth fail me.