“Clorinda false, adieu thy love torments me; Let Thyrsis have thy heart, since he contents thee. O grief and bitter anguish, for thee I languish. fain I alas would hide it. O but who can abide it? I can, I cannot I abide it. Adieu, adieu, adieu then, farewell leave me, death now desiring, thou hast, lo, thy requiring.” Thus spake Philistus, on his hook relying, and sweetly, sweetly, sweetly fell adying.