Alas she almost weeps, and her white cheeks,
Dyed red with shame to hide from shame she seeks.
She holds, and views her old locks in her lap;
Ay me! rare gifts unworthy such a hap!
Cheer up thyself, thy loss thou may'st repair,
And be hereafter seen with native hair.
FOOTNOTES:
[210] Not in Isham copy or ed. A.
[211] The original has "colorati Seres."
[212] So ed. B.—Ed. C "And."