6 Stella hath refused mee
Astrophel that so well served.
In this plesant Spring (Muse) see,
While in pride flowers be preserved,
Himselfe onely, winter starved.
7 Why (alas) then doth she sweare
That she loveth me so deerely;
Seeing me so long to beare
Coales of love that burne so cleerly:
And yet leave me hopelesse meerly.