Whose parting, hath of weal bereft you clean.
Lycon. Phillisides is dead! O happy sprite!
That now in heaven with blessèd souls dost bide.
Look down awhile from where thou sitt'st above,
And see how busy shepherds be to indite
Sad songs of grief, their sorrows to declare;
And grateful memory of their kind love.
Behold myself with Colin gentle swain,
Whose learned Muse thou cherisht most whilere,
Where we thy name recording, seek to ease