Wofull heart with griefe oppressed
since my fortunes most distressed
from my Joyes hath mee removed
Follow those sweet eyes adorned
those sweet eyes wherein are stored
all my pleasures best beloved.

Fly my breast leave mee forsaken
Wherein Griefe his feare hath taken
All his arrowes through mee darting
Thou maist live by hir Sunneshining
I shall suffer no more pining
By thy losse than by hir parting.