Phyllis, yet see him dying, Who by thy oft denying Love, life, and thee is flying, His life too wretched hateful, Phyllis and love ungrateful. Yet when thine eyes have slain, Thine eyes can raise again.
Phyllis, yet see him dying, Who by thy oft denying Love, life, and thee is flying, His life too wretched hateful, Phyllis and love ungrateful. Yet when thine eyes have slain, Thine eyes can raise again.