Damon on Amarillis Dancing in a Ring

SEE my fortune; See my fortune
How she flyes me
And denys me
Wo alas! wo alas too soon
Still I follow! still I follow!
But she flyes me
And denys me
And cannot be wonn.
Cruel sport; In this sort
With woes to fill me
Which will kill me
Ah! from this pain release me.
For whilst she flys, my eyes
They discover
I'm a lover
And that it is her self must ease me.
Round we go, round we goe,
But she flys me
And denys me
Stil I follow wrapt in woe.
She moves swiftly, and yet sweetly
Don't forsake me
I'le o're take thee
If thou wilt pity bestow.
Cruel sport, in this sort!
To increase my fires
And desires
And to exhibit my despaire:
She Shifts her place, apace
I after move
Be'ing urg'd by Love
But in vain still my endeavours are.