Nor of my corps I wyll yow geve no cure[153].
“Bot, had I heir the nobyll Nychtingall,
The gentyll Ja, the Merle, and Turtur trew,
My obsequeis and feistis funerall
Ordour thay wald, with notis of the new.
The plesand Pown[154], most angellyke of hew,
Wald God I wer this daye with hym confest,
And my devyse[155] dewlie be hym addrest!
“The myrthfull Maveis, with the gay Goldspink,
The lustye[156] Larke, wald God thay war present!