Thus, in the net of my conceit, That Cupid laid for his disport; Till at the length, when Cupid spied Such one as Nature never made, I dare well say, save she alone; Such one she was, as would invade A heart more hard than marble stone; Such one she is, I know it right, Her Nature made to shew her might. Then, as a man e'en in a maze, When use of reason is away, So I began to stare and gaze; Which daily grieves me more and more, Be But seeing now that I am caught, Lest you The Lover not regarded in earnest suit, being become wiser, refuseth her proffered love. Do 'way your physic, I faint no more; And what I suffer'd for your sake; For whiles you knew I was your own, Of vain physic a salve you shape, How long, or this, have I been fain my redress then was I fain Your service clean for to forsake: Wherefore do 'way, you come too late. Harpalus' complaint of Phillida's love bestowed on Corin, who loved her not, and denied him that loved her. PHILLIDA was a fair maid, I And fresh as any flower; Whom Harpalus the herdman pray'd To be his paramour. So ed. I.-Ed. 1567, “ As.” And Phillida could twist and spin, How often would she flowers twine, Of cowslips and of columbine? But Corin he had hawks to lure, Harpalus prevailed nought, His labour all was lost; For he was farthest from her thought, And yet he lov'd her most. Therefore wax'd he both pale and lean, And dry as clod of clay; 'Together. * Loved. His flesh it was consumed clean, His colour gone away. His beard it had not long been shave, A man most fit e'en for the grave, 2 His eyes were red, and all fore-watch'd, 3 His face besprent + with tears; 4 It seem'd unhap had him long hatch'd His clothes were black, and also bare, As one forlorn was he; Upon his head always he ware A wreath of willow tree. His beasts he kept upon the hill, And he sate in the dale; And thus, with sighs and sorrows shrill, "O Harpalus!" thus would he say, "Unhappiest under sun! • Uncombed. So ed. I.-Ed 1567, “shent.” Overwatched, tired with watching. * Besprinkled. |