[The FOURTH SONG occurs here in the 1598 edition.]
LXXXVI.
ALAS! WHENCE came this change of looks? If I Have changed desert, let mine own conscience be A still felt plague to self-condemning me! Let woe gripe on my heart! shame load mine eye! But if all faith, like spotless ermine, lie Safe in my soul; which only doth to thee (As his sole object of felicity) With wings of love in air of wonder fly: O ease your hand! treat not so hard your slave! In justice, pains come not till faults do call: Or if I needs, sweet Judge! must torments have; Use something else to chasten me withal, Than those blest eyes, where all my hopes do dwell. No doom should make once heaven become his hell.
[The FIFTH to the EIGHTH SONGS come in here in the 1598 impression.]
LXXXVII.
WHEN I WAS forced from STELLA ever dear— STELLA! food of my thoughts, heart of my heart; STELLA! whose eyes make all my tempests clear— By iron laws of duty to depart: Alas, I found that she with me did smart; I saw that tears did in her eyes appear; I saw that sighs, her sweetest lips did part; And her sad words, my saddest sense did hear. For me, I wept to see pearls scattered so; I sighed her sighs; and wailed for her woe: Yet swam in joy; such love in her was seen. Thus while th'effect most bitter was to me, And nothing than the cause more sweet could be; I had been vext, if vext I had not been.
