‘Fie, fie, fie,’ now would she cry,
‘Tereu, tereu’ by and by;
That, to hear her so complain,
Scarce I could from tears refrain;
For her griefs, so lively shown,
Made me think upon mine own.”[69]
The Passionate Pilgrim, xix.
Again, Lucrece, in her distress, invoking Philomel, says:—
“And whiles against a thorn thou bear’st thy part,
To keep thy sharp woes waking.”—Lucrece.