1.
Burst forth my tears assist my forward grief
And show what pain imperious Love provokes.
Kind tender lambs lament Love`s scant relief
And pine since pensive Care my freedom yokes.
O pine to see me pine my tender flocks.

2.
Sad sad pining Care that never may have peace
At Beauty`s gate in hope of pity knocks.
But Mercy sleeps while deep Disdain increase
And Beauty Hope in her fair bosom locks.
O grieve to hear my grief my tender flocks.

3.
Like like to the winds my sighs have winged been
Yet are my sighs and suits repaid with mocks.
I plead yet she repineth at my teen.
O ruthless rigour harder than the rocks
That both the shepherd kills and his poor flocks.