Her present Answer again to him

Methinks thou tak'st the worser way,
Enamour'd shepherd, and in vain.
That thou wilt seek thine own decay,
To love her that doth thee disdain.

For thine own self, thy woful heart
Keep still, else art thou much to blame;
For she to whom thou gav'st each part
Of it disdains to take the same.

Follow not her that makes a play
And jest of all thy grief and pains;
And seek not, shepherd, thy decay,
To love her that thy love disdains.