Her like she has not left behind, I ween:
And, if thou wilt bewail my woful teen,
I shall thee give yond cosset for thy pain;
And, if thy rhymes as round and rueful been
As those that did thy Rosalind complain,
Much greater gifts for guerdon thou shalt gain.
Than kid or cosset, which I thee benempt:
Then up, I say, thou jolly shepheard swain,
Let not my small demand be so contempt.
COL. Thenot, to that I chose thou dost me tempt;