THE TEARES OF AN
AFFECTIONATE SHEPHEARD SICKE
FOR LOUE, OR THE COMPLAINT OF DAPHNIS FOR THE LOUE
OF GANIMEDE.
I.
Scarce had the morning Starre hid from the light
Heauens crimson Canopie with stars bespangled,
But I began to rue th' vnhappy sight
Of that faire Boy that had my hart intangled;
Cursing the Time, the Place, the sense, the sin;
I came, I saw, I viewd, I slipped in.
II.
If it be sinne to loue a sweet-fac'd Boy,
(Whose amber locks trust vp in golden tramels
Dangle adowne his louely cheekes with ioy,
When pearle and flowers his faire haire enamels)
If it bo sinne to loue a louely Lad;
Oh then sinne I, for whom my soule is sad.
