Than of the flocks, which thou dost watch and ward;
"I thee beseech (so be thou deign to hear
Rude ditties, tun'd to shepheard's oaten reed,
Or if I ever sonnet sung so clear,
As it with pleasance might thy fancy feed,)
Hearken a while, from thy green cabinet,
The rural song of careful Colinet.
"Whilome in youth, when flower'd my joyful spring,
Like swallow swift I wander'd here and there;
For heat of heedless lust me so did sting,