Leave a wretch in whom all woe
Can abide to keep no measure:
Merry flock! such one forego,
Unto whom mirth is displeasure:
Only rich in mischief's treasure.
Yet, alas, before you go,
Hear your woeful master's story;
Which to stones I else would show.
Sorrow only then hath glory,
When 'tis excellently sorry.
STELLA! fiercest shepherdess!
Fiercest but yet fairest ever!
STELLA! whom O heavens do bless!
Though against me she persèvere;
Though I bliss inherit never.
STELLA hath refusèd me!
STELLA, who more love hath provèd
In this caitiff heart to be;
Than can in good ewes be movèd,
Towards lambkins best belovèd.
STELLA hath refusèd me!
ASTROPHEL that so well servèd,
In this pleasant spring, must see,
While in pride flowers be preservèd
Himself only winter-starvèd.
Why, alas, doth she then swear
That she loveth me so dearly?
Seeing me so long to bear
Coals of love that burn so clearly:
And yet leave me helpless merely?
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