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4.
Her teares, her drinke; her food, her sorrowings,
This was her diet that vnhappie night:
But sleepe (that sweet repose and quiet brings)
To ease the greeses of discontented wight,
Spread foorth his tender, soft, and nimble wings,
In his dull arms foulding the virgin bright;
 And loue, his mother, and the graces kept
 Strong watch and ward, while this faire Ladie slept.

5.
The birds awakte her with their morning song,
Their warbling musicke pearst her tender eare,
The murmuring brookes and whistling windes among
The ratling boughes, and leaues, their parts did beare;
His eies vnclos'd beheld the groues along
Of swaines and shepherd grooms, that dwellings weare;
 And that sweet noise, birds, winds, and waters sent,
 Prouokte again the virgin to lament.

6.
Her plaints were interrupted with a sound,
That seem'd from thickest bushes to proceed,
Some iolly shepherd sung a lustie round,
And to his voice had tun'd his oaten reed;
Thither she went, an old man there she found,
(At whose right hand his little flock did feed)
 Sat making baskets, his three sonnes among,
 That learn'd their father's art, and learn'd his song.