Yea and extempore will he dities compose,
Foolishe Marsias nere made the like I suppose, 30
Yet must we sing them, as good stuffe I undertake,
As for such a pen man is well fittyng to make.
Ah for these long nights, heyhow, when will it be day?
I feare ere I come she will be wowed away.
Then when aunswere is made that it may not bee, 35
O death why commest thou not? by and by[452] (sayth he)[;]
But then, from his heart to put away sorowe,
He is as farre in with some newe love next morowe.