With merry thing it's good to medle sad.
WIL. Faith of my soul, thou shalt ycrowned be
In Colin's stead, if thou this song arede;
For never thing on earth so pleaseth me
As him to hear, or matter of his deed.
CUD. Then listen each unto my heavy lay,
And tune your pipes as ruthful as ye may.
"Ye wasteful Woods! bear witness of my woe,
Wherein my plaints did oftentimes resound;
Ye careless Birds are privy to my cries,