Syrenus his Song to Diana's Flocks

Passed contents,
Oh, what mean ye?
Forsake me now, and do not weary me.
Wilt thou hear me, O memory?
My pleasant days, and nights again,
I have appay'd with sevenfold pain.
Thou hast no more to ask me why.
For when I went they all did die,
As thou dost see;
Oh! leave me then, and do not weary me.

Green field and shadow'd valley, where
Sometime my chiefest pleasure was,
Behold what I did after pass.
Then let me rest, and if I bear
Not with good cause continual fear.

Now do you see,
Oh! leave me then, and do not trouble me.
I saw a heart chang'd of late,
And wearied to assure mine;
Then I was forced to recure mine
By good occasion, time and fate;
My thoughts that now such passion hate,
Oh! what mean ye?

Forsake me now and do not weary me.
Vou lambs and sheep that in these lays
Did sometime follow me so glad;
The merry hours and the sad
Are pass'd now, with all those days.
Make not such mirth and wonted plays
As once did ye;
For now no more, you have deceived me.

If that to trouble me you come,
Or come to comfort me indeed;
I have no ill for comfort's need.
But if to kill me; then (in sum).
Now my joys are dead and dumb,
Full well may ye
Kill me, and you shall make an end of me.