A Shepherd in a Shade

A shepherd in a shade his plaining made
Of love and lovers' wrong
Unto the fairest lass that trod on grass
And thus began his song
Since love and fortune will, I honour still
Your fair and lovely eye
What conquest will it be, sweet nymph, for thee
If for sorrow die?
Restore, restore my heart again
Which love by thy sweet looks hath slain
Lest that, enforc'd by your disdain I sing
Fie, fie on love
It is a foolish thing

My heart where have you laid, O cruel maid
To kill when you might save
Why have you cast it forth as nothing worth
Without a tomb or grave?
O let it be entomb'd and lie
In your sweet mind and memory
Lest I resound on ev'ry warbling string
Fie, fie on love
It is a foolish thing.