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And from mine eyes the drizling teares deſcend,
As on your boughes the yſicles depend.

Thou feeble flocke, whole flecce to rough and rent,
Whoſe knees are weake through faſt and euill fare:
Paiſt witneſſe well by thy ill gouernment,
Thy maiſters minde is ouercome with care,
Thou weake, I wanne: thou leane, I quite forlorne:
With mourning pine I, you with pyning mourne.

A thouſand ſithes I curſe that carefull bower,
Wherein I longd the neighbour towne to ſee:
And eke tenne thouſand ſithes I bleſſe the ſtoure,
Wherein I ſawe ſo faire a ſight, as thee.
Yet all for naught: ſuch ſight hath bred my bane.
Ah God,that loue ſhould breed both ioy and paine.

It is not Hobbinol, wherefore I plaine,
Albee my loue bee ſeeke with dayly ſuit;
His clowniſh gifts and curtſies I diſtaine,
His kiddes, his cracknelles, and his early fruit:
Ah fooliſh Hobbinol, thy giftes bene vaine:
Colin them giues to Roſalind againe.

I loue thilke laſſe, (alas why doe I loue?)
And am forlorne, (alas hy am I lorne?)
Shee deignes not my good will, but doth reproue,
And of my rurall muſick holdeth ſcorne.
Shepheards beuiſe ſhe hateth as the ſnake,
And laughes the ſonges, that Colin Clout doth make.

Wherefore my pipe, albee rude Pan thou pleaſe,
Yet for thou pleaſeſt not, where moſt I would:
And thou unluckie Muſe, that wontſt to eaſe
My muſing minde, yet canſt not, when thou ſhould:
Both pipe and Muſe, ſhall foze the while abye:
So broke bis Daten pype, and downe did lye.

By that, the welked Phœbus gan auaile,
His wearie waine, and nowe the froſtie Night