Daphnaïda.
But as the mother of the Gods, that ſought
For faire Eurydice her daughter deere
Throghout the world, with wofull heauie thought;
So will I trauell whileſt I tarrie heere,
Ne will I lodge, ne will I euer lin,
Ne when as drouping Titan draweth neere
To looſe his teeme, will I take vp my Innne.
Ne ſleepe (the harbenger of wearie wights)
Shall euer lodge vpon mine ey-lids more;
Ne ſhall with reſt refreſh my fainting ſprights,
Nor failing force to former ſtrength reſtore,
But I will wake and ſorrow all the night
With Philumene, my fortune to deplore,
With Philumene, the partner of my plight.
And euer as I ſee the ſtarres to fall,
And vnder ground to goe, to giue them light
Which dwell in darknes, I to minde will call,
How my faire Starre (that ſhinde on me ſo bright)
Fell ſodainly, and faded vnderground;
Since whoſe departure, day is turnd to night,
And night without a Venus ſtarre is found.
But ſoone as day doth ſhew his deawie dace,
And calls foorth men vnto their toylſome trade,
I will withdraw me to ſome darkſome place,
Or ſome deepe caue, or ſolitairie ſhade;
There will I ſigh and ſorrow all day long,
And the huge burden of my cares vnlade:
Weep Shepheard, weep, to make my vnderſong.
Hence foorth mine eyes ſhall neuer more behold
Haire thing on earth, ne feed of falſe delight
