96.
There dwelt sweet Philomel, who neuer more
May bide th’abode of man’s societie,
Lest that some sterner Tereus then before,
Who cropt the flower of her virginitie,
Gainst her should plot some second villanie:
Whose dolefull tunes to minde did cause me call
The woefull storie of her former fall.
97.
The redbreast, who in bush fast by did stand