Die, hapless love! since thou art not rewarded;

Yet ere thou die, to witness that I loved!

Report my truth! and tell the Fair unkind,

That "She hath lost, what none but She shall find!

LXII.

Lovers, lament! You that have truly loved!

For Philoparthen, now, hath lost his love:

The greatest loss that ever lover proved.

O let his hard hap some compassion move!

Who had not rued the loss of her so much;