The World, and the Sun's glorious light,
To leave our flocks and fields for ever,
20To part, and never meet again, O never!
After that cruel hideous hour,
Thou and I shall sing no more;
In the cold Earth they will thee lay,
And what thou dot'st on shall be clay.
Parthenia.
Alas! why will they use me so,
A virgin that no evil do?