goe awry.
Thus my death must be a toy,
Which my pensiue breast must couer;
Thy beloued to enioy,
Must be taught thee by thy Louer. 120
Hard the Choise I haue to chuse,
To my selfe if friend I be,
I must my SIRENA loose,
If not so, shee looseth me.
Thus whilst he doth cast about,
What therein were best to doe,
Nor could yet resolue the doubt,
Whether he should stay or goe:
In those Feilds not farre away,
There was many a frolike Swaine, 130
In fresh Russets day by day,
That kept Reuells on the Plaine.
Nimble TOM, sirnam'd the _Tup_,
For his Pipe without a Peere,
And could tickle _Trenchmore_ vp,
As t'would ioy your heart to heare.
RALPH as much renown'd for skill,
That the _Taber_ touch'd so well;
For his _Gittern_, little GILL,
That all other did excell. 140
ROCK and ROLLO euery way,
Who still led the Rusticke Ging,
And could troule a Roundelay,
That would make the Feilds to ring,
COLLIN on his _Shalme_ so cleare,
Many a high-pitcht Note that had,
And could make the Eechos nere
Shout as they were wexen mad.
Many a lusty Swaine beside,
That for nought but pleasure car'd, 150
Hauing DORILVS espy'd,
And with him knew how it far'd.
Thought from him they would remoue,
This strong melancholy fitt,
Or so, should it not behoue,
Quite to put him out of 's witt;
Hauing learnt a Song, which he
Sometime to Sirena sent,
Full of Iollity and glee,
When the Nimph liu'd neere to _Trent_ 160
They behinde him softly gott,
Lying on the earth along,
And when he suspected not,
Thus the Iouiall Shepheards song.

Neare to the Siluer _Trent_,
_Sirena_ dwelleth:
Shee to whom Nature lent
All that excelleth:
By which the _Muses_ late,
And the neate _Graces_, 170
Haue for their greater state
Taken their places: