THE SECOND BOOKE
of  S o n g s  or  A y r e s

J O H N   D OVV L A N D

1600

XVII. A Sheperd in a shade his plaining made.

       A Sheperd in a shade his plaining made
             Of loue and louers wrong,
       Vnto the fairest lasse that trode on grasse,
             And thus beegan his song.

       Since loue and Fortune will, I honour still
             Your faire and louely eye,
       What conquest will it bee, Sweet Nimph for thee,
             If I for sorrow dye.

       Restore, restore my hart againe,
             Which loue by thy sweet lookes hath slaine,
       Least that inforst by your disdaine, I sing, 
             Fye, fye on loue, it is a foolish thing.

       My hart where haue you laid O cruell maide,
             To kill when you might saue,
       Why haue yee cast it forth as nothing worth,
             Without a tombe or graue.

       O let it bee intombed and lye,
             In your sweet minde and memorie,
       Least I refound on euery warbling string,
             Fye fye on loue that is a foolish thing.