The Nymph Selvagia her Song

Shepherd, who can pass such wrong,
And a life in woes so deep.
Which to live is too-too long.
As it is too short to weep?

Grievous sighs in vain I waste,
Leasing my affiance, and
I perceive my hope at last.
With a candle in the hand.

What time then to hope among
Bitter hopes that never sleep?
When this life is too-too long,
As it is too short to weep.

This grief which I feel so rife.
Wretch, I do deserve as hire;
Since I came to put my life
In the hands of my desire.

Then cease not my complaints so strong;
For, though life her course doth keep.
It is not to live so long.
As it is too short to weep.