Whether his tongue (not tuned unto his heart),
Or modest silence, would best act his part?
But speak he will! Then give attentive ear
To hear him tell a woful lover's story!
His hands and eyes to heaven up did he rear,
Grief taught him speech, though he to speak were sorry.
But whatsoever be a Lover's Passion,
Daiphantus speaks his, in a mourning fashion.
As o'er the mountains walks the wandering soul,
Seeking for rest in his unresting spirit,