O happy herse!
Cease now, my song, my woe now wasted is;
O joyful verse!"
THE. Ay, frank shepheard, how be thy verses meint
With doleful pleasance, so as I ne wot
Whether rejoice or weep for great constraint!
Thine be the cosset, well hast thou it got.
Up, Colin, up, enough thou mourned hast;
Now 'gins to mizzle, his we homeward fast.
COLIN'S EMBLEME.
La mort ny mord.
(Death has lost its sting.)