Giue eare likewise vnto these birds sweet songs,
And let them cause you to forget your wrongs.”
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To this I made replie: “Fond man,” said I,
“What vnder heau’n can slack th’increasing woe,
Which in my grieued hart doth hidden lie?
Of choice delight what obiect canst thou show,
But from the sight of it fresh griefe doth grow?
What thou didst whilome point at to behold,
The same the summe of sorrow doth infold.