And there sung the dolefull’st ditty,
That to hear it was great pity:
‘Fie, fie, fie,’ now would she cry;
‘Tereu, tereu!’ by and by;
That to hear her so complain,
Scarce I could from tears refrain;
For her griefs, so lively shown,
Made me think upon my own.[230]
The same artificial note of sadness runs through the other allusions to Philomel. In Lucrece we read:
By this, lamenting Philomel had ended